Miep's Bangers
Sentence starters from my writing. Change pronouns/phrasing as needed.
"None of them even bothered to think, did they?"
“And what would such a demonstration entail?”
“If you think you can last that long, dear heart.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you.”
"You are almost as helpful as you are infuriating."
"Or what, you'll talk me to death?"
"If I'm not up to your standards I could always stop."
"It's three in the starsdammed morning, what are you doing up."
“My therapist says healthy outlets are important.”
"Girlypop I'm putting your face through a wall after this."
"Oh shit. MEDIC—"
“... I’m almost done. Just a minute, and I’ll go.”
"Do you believe their intent sincere?"
"You've forgotten, but we had this conversation before."
"Are we really just going to stare each other down?"
“Get your overgrown arse down here so I don’t get a crick in my neck looking up at you."
"I labor to find a way that renders such desperate measures unnecessary - or failing that, obsolete."
"I understand your ethical objections to our set course. I am not going to reprimand you for them."
"I heard your scream from the fucking moon."
"Rather than blaming you, I’d like to teach them the dangers of underestimating someone based on size and upbringing."
"That's what I thought. Jerk."
"It is rude to point!"
“I... really... really... despise ladders.”
“yer mouth is flappin but all i'm hearin is ‘i'm a weeb!’”
"What was meant to be my grave instead became the grave of who we could have been."
"Ah… Finally, some peace and quiet, away from that horrible rose garden."
"They wanted to trap me with those words, leave me to spin endlessly in place like a music-box figurine."
"Give your sword to someone else if you don’t wish to wield it.”
But most days, after school, after the drudgery of the ordinary - she flew.
Even if the woods sounded as though no one was there but her, she could feel the eyes watching.
It was the kind of welcome that felt like a trap.
He was surprised to realize it took actual effort to move them, and for a moment he debated the dignity of it, before simply picking the little menace up like a petulant child and settling them on his hip.
His sick grin was like the sun coming up.
[A] spat his drink out, stared at a distant point only he could see, turned to stare at [B], looked away again, and upended the mug over [B]'s head.
Sometimes, the only thing that brought them any sense of peace was heading up somewhere alone and waiting out a storm.
She did have to struggle with it a bit, desperately pulling at it with her heels skidding across the cobblestones.
In her eagerness to reach the top she overreached, her lower foot catching on a rung as she screeched indignantly and flailed for one of the decorative spires at the top of the ladder. She managed to catch onto it by some miracle of not-falling-to-a-particularly-embarrassing-death, and flung her torso over the platform, clinging to it for dear life.
The shining white dome dominates the hill above the ordinary world, guarding a forest that hides the mass grave of hopes and dreams, crushed under the weight of a castle suspended in the sky.
Calmly, precisely, with all the control I’ve cultivated over years of revisiting [Place], I reached out and wrenched the gate from its hinges, stepping through as calmly as if I’d merely opened a curtain.
I recognized the trap, though, the words filled with the creak of a rusted gate and the roar of a cremation furnace.
The wounds in me still oozed infection, but for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe freely.