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sarahtheboring.
1. Take five books off your bookshelf (or on your desk, for the lazy).
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
When my workday is over, and I have closed my notebook, hidden my pen, and sawed holes in my rented canoe so that it cannot be found, I often like to spend the eveing in conversation with my few surviving friends. "My brave girl," said Uncle Quinz, and, folding his arms, he bowed his head and stood motionless. "No problem," then he thrust the clipboard forward,"Just sign here." My fingers found the handle of the machete, and I was up on my feet again, turning inland. Perhaps the memory of the reek of Maur's despair made her a little forgetful too, for she began to think of the wide silver lake as a place she had visited only in dreams, and of the tall blond man she had once known, as a creature of those dreams; for the not-quite mortal part of her did sleep, that she might love her country and her husband.
I made sure they were all from different series, just to make it interesting.
( Guess where the lines came from! )
-Traci
sarahtheboring.1. Take five books off your bookshelf (or on your desk, for the lazy).
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
When my workday is over, and I have closed my notebook, hidden my pen, and sawed holes in my rented canoe so that it cannot be found, I often like to spend the eveing in conversation with my few surviving friends. "My brave girl," said Uncle Quinz, and, folding his arms, he bowed his head and stood motionless. "No problem," then he thrust the clipboard forward,"Just sign here." My fingers found the handle of the machete, and I was up on my feet again, turning inland. Perhaps the memory of the reek of Maur's despair made her a little forgetful too, for she began to think of the wide silver lake as a place she had visited only in dreams, and of the tall blond man she had once known, as a creature of those dreams; for the not-quite mortal part of her did sleep, that she might love her country and her husband.
I made sure they were all from different series, just to make it interesting.
( Guess where the lines came from! )
-Traci
