Sentence Twenty-Nine

After thirty-six years and five hundred and eighty seven pounds, Sidney was going to the ocean.

Sentence Twenty-Eight

Sid didn't turn his music down to respect the customers going to the bathroom, he just wanted to hear them pee.

Sentence Twenty-Seven

On cold days, all Don could think about was motor-boating that one girl to warm up his face.

Sentence Twenty-Six

Today's plans were to get fucked up and build furniture, at the same time.

Sentence Twenty-Five

His ideal Christmas consisted of a strip club, a santa claus hat, and sweatpants- no shirt.

Sentence Twenty-Four

"The difference is, I don't imagine sucking my friends dick."

Sentence Twenty-Three

"Sorry, I just happen to be exited about life sometimes."

Sentence Twenty-Two

She knew it was lust when just seeing his face made her skin tingle.

Sentence Twenty-one

They didn't have porn-star sex.

Sentence Twenty

Nothing made her wetter than a really nice nose.

Sentence Nineteen

"I want to fuck you"

"The feeling is quite mutual."

Sentence Eighteen

Instead of scouring the internet for porn, Jamie searched for pictures of prime crystal-covered weed.

Sentence Seventeen

The morning after. Stubble appeared, that just-got-laid glow. It was enough to make an encore.

Sentence Sixteen

She was the type of girl that equivocated crying with beating children.

Sentence Fifteen

There are some people who cry, and there are other people who cry in private.

Sentence Fourteen

His penis was frightfully small.

Sentence Thirteen

She fell asleep while eating ice-cream. She ruined her favorite sweatshirt.

Sentence Twelve

Seth's mom made sure to let him know that men who couldn't grow beards weren't men at all.

Sentence Eleven

Martie's mom was in the attic, living out of a sleeping bag and a backpack full of groceries.

Sentence ten

When she saw a blonde beard, she had to shut her mouth for fear of vomiting.

Sentence nine

There was no possible way Judith could respect a man that couldn't grow a beard.

sentence eight

She might look like a librarian, but that didn't mean she was going to act like one.

Sentence seven

She felt like she had been curb-stomped by Big Foot.

Sentence Six

Janie's boyfriend list consisted of one thing: looks like he could roll a killer blunt.

Exercise 96

I wrote this a little while ago. Something about it makes me want to write a lot more.

“Abel, come into the bathroom, Mommy wants to teach you something” sitting on the side of the bathtub Lori waited for Abel to waddle into the room, his smile shining away my worries.

“What’s up momma?” Abel’s four year old body shook with laughter at his new vernacular. His pants bulged from the pull-ups he was wearing underneath.

“Today is going to be the day you finally pee in the potty Abel,” finishing the sentence, Abel’s face broke into a frown. Every time Lori breached this subject Abel closed up, putting a wall in-between them.

“Come on baby, the first step is easy. You open the toilet seat, and pull down your pants” Lori squirmed at pushing her son to do something he didn’t want to do. Abel crossed his arms, mirroring the look Lori had given him hundreds of times before. Lori mimicked him, letting him know she meant business. At times like these Lori wondered whether her father was right. If discipline and fear were the way to raise children, and not the lovey-dovey bullshit she had been feeding Abel for the past four years.

“Mommy, I do not want to do this” an adult voice came out of Abel’s body, hitting Lori like a brick in the face. He had learned early on that Lori respected direct statements, that Lori didn’t tolerate whining. Even though he was four, Abel knew how to treat his mother.

“Abel, we’re doing this” her serious voice clicked on, Abel pushed up the toilet seat, stepped up on the platform Lori had created for him and pulled down his stretch waist dinosaur pajama pants. Lori remembered her father telling her that when she had kids, she would see, she would see that he wasn’t such a terrible father after all. After four years, she still didn’t see, she still thought the blood faced rage parenting was wrong, she still thought the spit hurtling yelling and suffocating control parenting was shit. But whenever a hiccup emerged, she double checked with herself.

“Ok Abey, now you sit down, and you go. Easy as pie!” Abel’s face squirreled into disbelief, but he sat down all the same. There was a tinge of fear growing in his eyes. Lori felt her body sink. The tinkling of Abel’s urine hitting the toilet water began. The fear looked just like the fear that used to be in her brother’s eyes. They had the same eyes already, and now they shared the look of fear that was engraved into Lori’s head. Lori’s stomach lurched, she didn’t know if she wanted to know the answer, but she had to ask the question.

“Honey, why are you scared? Am I scaring you?” Anxiety filled Lori’s body, tightening her skin, making her feel like glass about to shatter.

“Mommy, don’t be dumb. Tony Abott told me that alligators are in the sewers. And mommy, sewers connect to the toilet! Lemme get up before the alligators come!” Abel wriggled off the seat. Relief flushed through Lori’s system, and laughter dripped out of her.

“Mom, alligators are not funny.” Abel crossed his arms again, staring down at Lori.

“Abe, there are no alligators in the sewers, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be able to get up to our toilets! Babe, your butt will not get bitten by an alligator. Now wipe, pull up your pants and wash your hands.”

“Thanks mommy,” Abel eyebrows softened, his arms wrapped around Lori’s neck. All thoughts of her father disappeared, and satisfaction took it’s place. Things would be good until the next hiccup.

Sentence Five

Her eyes were like a cigarette, holding pain instead of heat.

Sentence Four

The smell of marijuana hung off the walls, clinging to everything it could.

Sentence Three

Her mouth tasted like a garbage dumpster in the middle of August.

Sentence Two

For twelve years they had been wrangling over Amy.

Sentence One

Fourty-seven years old and she was getting pummeled from behind in the men's restroom.

First Words Beginnings

I'm creating this blog to post a first sentence a day, or really any sort of sentence a day. I want to keep my mind thinking about creative writing, so I'm going to force myself to do it. I might also involve some snippets or exercises from my textbook. This is basically going to be my brainstorming blog.