Sleepy
"One Sentence" helped me stay awake until two in the morning so I could take my second morning after pill.
"One Sentence" helped me stay awake until two in the morning so I could take my second morning after pill.
All I could think of as my friend sat naked next to me encouraging me to throw up was what a great One Sentence it would make.
I sent the boy I'm falling for the link to this site with the hope that he might one day see this and realize everything without real words being exchanged.
Reading through the unapproved sentences yesterday, I was impressed with the emotional intensity and similarity I had with one of them, until I realized it was one of my own.
I stay up late reading One Sentence to put off waking up without her.
When I giggled at a particularly witty sentence, my professor realized I was not listening to his lecture on solid rocket boosters.
I think it was after the 20th time she had emailed me a sentence from this website that I realized she was as eager to talk to me as I was to her.
Someone asked me what my greatest addiction was, and all I could think of was this damn website.
I alternate between hating the administrator of this damn site and compassionately wondering if he just needs an assistant.
With all the tags for "college" I finally feel connected to my age group.
I really wish my new office mate could tell a story in one sentence.
My life is on the cusp of requiring more than one sentence.
You tried to keep your secret from me for so long, but who knew that I would have discovered it online?
Feeling bad for the sentences lacking proper props, I "thumbs up" them frequently with the hope that it will make the author's day just that much better.
I've become so addicted to this web site that I'm reduced to condensing every event of every day to a single sentence including movies, my work day and the birth of my grandchild.
Every now and then a sentence will strike me and I'll think, "I wanna write a book about that."
Each afternoon when I arrive home from school, I immediately check onesentence to see if there have been any new additions, and when there hasn't, I feel as if my day was entirely pointless.
I wonder who The Guy Wearing the Bowler Hat had to shag to get three sentences posted in a row.
I felt embarrassed for not reading the FAQ first and submitting such a tired sentence.
I tried to write a story but I couldn't word it in such a way that I wouldn't be afraid she'd see it.
Every book I have ever read was made up of single sentences.
I searched in vain for my one sentence story until I realized that I'd better search for validation in a more meaningful place.
As I sat here and read all the new sentences of the day I nearly had a mini heart attack when I saw his name, read the sentence and realized that it really is him.
I was so glad that my previous sentence was the #1024, as if it was enough to make the geek I dream to be.
The "One Sentence Finger" at the top of this page points to my Firefox bookmark labeled 'Twitter' but it's actually my favorite erotica archive.
After hearing for the umpteenth time how important it is to live in the now, I begin to wonder why I am spending my "now" studying for the AP Psychology exam, and furthermore, why I am submitting this to One Sentence.
I acknowledged the fact that I have no life when the first thing I do every morning is check onesentence.org.
My life has come to a focal point: sitting in a law office waiting for the newest one sentence story.
A person was reading a one-sentence story and wondering how it would end when suddenly, it did.
As I sat at my computer, reading all the stories on onesentence.org, it was comforting to realise that there were other people out there who were as bored as me.
I use a name that is not my own when I submit sentences because I know that my mom likes this website too.
And shortly after I gave her sentence a "Yay", I realized that I had broken our tie in ratings in her favor.
Given my options for tonight are tending a karaoke party or working on a complex simulation and given I have had to much to drink last night, I choose the third option which is surfing the internet and writing one sentence stories.
Instead of listening to my Economics teacher talk about a decrease in the market demand, I am reading this website.
I went on the page again, only to see that none of my sentences were posted.
After I post this, I'm going to go tell the girl that I love, my best friend, that I never want to see her again because she can't love me back.
True stories, told in one sentence, are best suited as necessary and urgent confessions.
If I booed the one-sentence story of someone's life on OneSentence.org, does that mean I'm a bad person?
She got jealous when my sentence got accepted and none of hers did.
My story hasn't been accepted by OneSentence.org and I'm asking myself if my life isn't even worth it to them.
As I stare at my 20.5 rating, I wonder about the policy on giving a "Yay!" to your own story.
While I sit here teary eyed, reading stories I could have written from my own life, I think "How many of these are actually true?"
I finally must confess that, despite all efforts, I can no longer bring myself to vote for even the most beautiful and touching "One Sentence" submission, because that would mean admitting that my own story was nothing more than average.