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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
I like spending the night at the giant’s house, mainly because in the morning the coffee cups are so big.
All 6’1” of me can stretch out quite comfortably along the length of just one of the giant’s bed pillows, and one of their bath towels is more than enough blanket, even on the coldest of nights.
A mutually agreeable solution was eventually worked out between the villagers who lived at the foot of the mountain and the giants who lived in the mountain city above them - the giants would reroute their sewage to the far side of the mountain (which pleased the villagers very much, even the old ones who no longer had to work sewage patrol), and in exchange, the villagers promised to allow the giants to eat all their old people (which, of course, didn’t go over quite as well).
In the end, it wasn't the cooler minds that prevailed, but the hotheads, working the village rabble and ne'er-do-wells into such a lather that there was no stopping them as…
Gorgo’s glandular troubles were never openly discussed by the other giants.
“You should have said something earlier, Gorgo,” Gilbabreath said, gently releasing the man back down onto the moss-covered rocks, then taking a small, giant-step backwards so he could get a proper look at the man, “because I was just about to take bite out of you.”
I’m sure it’s only a matter time before the Google Coop calls on me to be one of their subject experts, but I’m having trouble deciding which category I should be listed under - “giants” or “bones”.
I was a bit disappointed to see that the sentence titled ‘duck’ wasn’t about ducks, nor was it about giants, nor even about skeletons or pirates, so I’ve made my own and we can now merrily continue babbling inanely about giant ducks or whatever else takes our fancy.
George wanted to write a sentence about giants on Scrine, but then he realized he had exceeded his daily allocation of periods.
The giant sat slumped over his keyboard, his fingers twitching furtively, and as his little rusty birds chirped and cheered “50,000”, he smiled in his wordless sleep.
The giant bent down and picked up the dinosaur, tilting his head to the side and studying it before popping it in to the specimen jar to take home to add to his son’s dinosaur farm.
Nobody ever remembers to wonder what happened to the wife of the giant (of beanstalk fame) after her husband fell to the earth, though an intrepid few have speculated how big his grave had to have been.
In the presence of the stolen gold, his mother's toes began to twinkle loudly, and both Jack and his mother jumped to their feet when they heard the first unmistakable thud of the giant's approach.
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