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Feb 2019

Mine was: "He was not flying, he was floating, which is much harder".

My exams are approaching, so here is the last sentence I wrote lol:
Hence our assumptions are contradicted and √3 is an irrational number.

I was watching a stream by Joel from Vinesauce so the last thing I wrote was a reference in the comment section:

No, please, we don't want EL WHIPPO.

As far as actual work goes, last thing I wrote was:

He vaguely remembered the lights of the hospital and the feeling of needles in his skin before he drifted off.

I was watching TV and saw something about a soup festival so I mentioned it to my groupchat, and my last sentence was:

my brain: WHat aRE YOU DOING AT THE SOUP STORE

Andrew: … … yes??? … Question mark??

(it's script for a comic so the '...' 's are mostly various panels of him being confused and trying to figure this out)

As his eyes fell shut once more, the sight of Crow in that bright aura was burned into his mind's eye.

Mariel raised her arm. “If you won't let us out, I'll make an exit.”

Or so they said. Not at all out of curiosity. Nu-uh, none of that1.
(gosh this story is so close to its end I don't want to write the last episode aaaaahhhhhh)

Here's mine:

When your entire world revolves around that one person, you are ready to sacrifice everything, but what happens when your existence itself is pushed to the guillotine?

"Modesto scrubbed his skin until it was rosy and pink even though it was 3am in the morning when he finally got home."

Sounds more ominous than it is.

His eyes were a sweet yellow golden, glistening like honey.

It's so hard to resist that MUST FILL WORD COUNT UP WITH UNNECESSARY WORDS.

But I … I could've sworn he was.

Sometimes it's harder when it's just a thought and has no context around it?

I have one from a novel I just began writing, Skyweaver. It's not online anywhere, since I'm saving it until I'm farther along, but here goes:

Sometimes she wondered where she would be if she had married as a young woman as most did.