Well, Erika, you do raise a good point about the intense difficulty of constructing sentences of such an absurdedly high word count, especially if the labyrinthine sentence is required to tell a compelling story; however, I do believe (nay, I KNOW) that it is possible, perhaps not even especially difficult, to construct such a montrosity of a sentence so long as the writer is not especially interested in maintaining the interest of his or her glorious readers for an extended period, and is capable of using hundreds of scintillatingly lusciously luxurious adjectives and equally attractive adverbs with every conceivable noun.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Hee hee hee. Somebody who can type, COMM that!
Done.
I win!
(still new enough to get excited about being COMMed)
Show off :)
I'm not a show off, I'm a show on!
(I wrote that. I read it. It made no sense. I decided to post it anyway. Take it as a warning of the dangers that can be wrought by Vanilla Bean Frappucinos this late at night.)
I've got a car you can wax, if you like. Then you can go kick butt at the karate tournament.
I wrote one last night. My brain hurts now. But I bet I was the only one who used a semicolon properly...I learned from the wife.
Oh, joy. This week's Open on Sunday theme is "dialogue only". What a flaming bore; I loathe pure dialogue.
Hell. OK. Two tries:
A different take on a famous scene
"Drink."
"I won't do it."
"Like hell you won't. Do you really think I'm going to watch you die, when all you need is my blood?
"If I die, I die. I don't need to take you with me."
"You're getting weaker. For Christ's sake, drink!"
"I can't. I won't risk harming you."
"You're not my doctor, Angel. You're supposed to be my lover."
"I won't take your blood. I won't risk both of us."
"Will you get it through your arrogant skull that I'm a big girl, I'm the Slayer, and I can take care of myself? Now, drink!"
and
Overheard in Wesley's bed...
"Do you love me?"
"Shut up. Don't go there. You know what a bloody waste of time that is - why must you always come back to it?"
"Because I want to know, damn it! Because - ohgod ohgod yes, yes, oh Wes, please do that again - "
"Yes, you like that, don't you, Lilah? Tongues in new places. Would it matter, my loving you? Suppose I didn't? I want you. Obvious, really. Isn't that enough?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe I just want to know what I'm worth to you. Am I worth loving?"
"Easy. You're worth a dollar."
You think you know somebody... of course I may have a dialogue dependency.