7 Sentences

[RoughWriters]

Stories made with 7 sentences:

Beneath the pyramid lay a terrible curse
It was raining the night he saw the spaceships.
The lilies floated in the breeze.
Their only hope lay in the Chicago Aquarium.
“Quick! Give me your shoe. I’m going to throw it.”
I wonder if anyone takes the time to see the days passing moments into memory.
Let’s hope your sense of direction works better than your common sense.

[chelseye]

It was raining the night he saw the spaceship. The lilies floated in the breeze from the quivering hum of the orb’s power source. Jackson looked over towards the pyramid. He knew their only hope lay in the Chicago Aquarium, for beneath the pyramid lay a terrible curse that the spaceship was coming close to revealing. How was he ever to retrieve the rare rainbow sea-weed from Chicago though, he had no idea. He was on the Vegas strip for heaven’s sake!
“Hurry Gloria! We need to get to Chicago now!” he grabbed her arm and started running down the strip.
“Let’s hope your sense of direction works better than your common sense,” she smarted back, sarcastically. “This way genius.” Yanking him back, she started running towards the airport.
People glared at the hurried intruders of their gambling sagas. They obviously couldn’t see the spaceship as Jackson could. “Do you ever wonder if that lightning bolt that hit me when I was a kid has anything to do with why I can see aliens?”
“Ugh, I don’t know! Half the time I think it’s your allergy medication.” They turned down an alleyway to avoid a large group of people, planning to use the back alleys to get to the airport. Just then a mugger with a large club walked out of another alley, blocking their way.
“Give me the money.”
Stepping in front of Gloria, Jackson decided to be heroic, “Quick! Give me your shoe! I’m going to throw it!”
“NO WAY! These are Prada!”
“You could kill a man with the stiletto on that thing!”
“Ugh” she stepped around him and grabbed her tazer. After quickly incapacitating the man, she turned to her partner and motioned him to proceed.
“I wonder if anyone ever takes the time to see the days passing moments turning into memory.”
“Oh, now you’re poetic. Where was that on our one and only date? We might have had another one had you said something like that. But no, I get, ‘Hey Gloria, want some seafood?’ Ugh. Come on Jackson! We have to go get that seaweed!”
“Right! Onward fair lady!”
“I think the aliens have already abducted you.”

[Edward Cheever]

“I wonder if anyone takes the time to see the days passing moments turning into memory,” said Gregory as they ran down the deserted streets of Chicago.
“What?” Panted Alleyah, running beside him.
“Nothing. Well,” He breathed. “It's just that I wonder if anyone is taking time to appreciate what they have left. Especially if this doesn't work.”
“This won't work,” said Alleyah. “Don't kid yourself. This is crazy.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because under the circumstances the maddness of a wacked-out old man is just about all we have going for us. Where are we?”
Gregory spun around and pointed in a direction. “This way! I'd say we're just about a block from the Aquarium.”
“Let's hope your sense of direction works better than your common sense,” Alleyah growled.

As they ran, Gregory's mind ran through old memories. The day before all hell broke loose was beautiful. A warm yellow sun, the smell of fresh cut grass. The lilies floated in the breeze. The smell of fresh baking. His wife...
The next day couldn't have been more different. Everything went dead. Every television, and computer. All they had was amature radio to hear of the horror. Then it happened. They passed over his house through the sky. It was raining the night he saw the spaceships. Their blinking lights and strange rays.
What's worse was that he knew this was all coming. It began when they opened the new tomb far below Egypt. Beneath the Pyramid lay a terrible curse. Or at least that is how the ancients would have called it. A beacon for these invaders from other worlds. Our planet was ripe for the harvest.
And no one had believed him.
But this was not the only great curse that Gregory had studied. There was another. Just as dangerous if not more so. But now their only hope lay in the Chicago Aquarium.


Unused sentence:
“Quick! Give me your shoe, I'm going to throw it.”

[Sarah]

Fallopia walked quickly down the path, where the lilies floated in the breeze. Her errand was important. She could not delay. Their only hope lay in the Chicago Aquarium. She continued down the path as the breeze turned into strong winds that whipped around her. She pulled her cloak around her tightly. The chill from the wind sank deep within her bones. As she walked she thought to herself I wonder if anyone takes the time to see the days passing moment, turning into memory. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a loud screech. Above her a hawk floated within the ranging winds. She started to run in fright. With the hawk on the prowl it wouldn’t be long until they came. Suddenly, she felt a droplet on her hand. She stared in abject horror. This couldn’t be happening. She had to get to a safe place fast. Her thoughts returned to what her brother had told her. “It was raining the night he saw the spaceship.” She needed to get out of the open fast.
She wasn’t watching where exactly she was going and bumped sharply into someone and fell on the ground hard. She groaned as she opened her eyes. As she looked up her fear turned to joy, for there above her was a wall. She had made it to Wallandria. She knocked on the thick gate. A small window in the door popped open.
“What der ya want?” said a craggy old man.
“Open this gate.”
“What fer?”
“So I can come into the city.”
“Why?”
“Listen here you son of a motherless goat, I am Princess Fallopia and you will open this gate at once.”
She held up her hand which bore the symbol burnt into her flesh. The man looked at her in horror.
“Of course mi’lady”
As she walked into the city she turned to him and said.
“Quick! Give me your shoe so I can throw it.”
He hurriedly gave her his shoe. She rolled her eyes in disgust and threw it back.
“You sir, disgust me.”
She ran hurriedly to the palace and walked straight into her father’s throne room.
She could here him saying
“Beneath the pyramid lay a terrible curse.”
She thought to herself, what pyramid, what curse?
She walked in and her father looked at her and said.
“Let’s hope your sense of direction works better than your common sense, that is what you said to me” the king said to his daughter.
“Oh thank you father, your words of wisdom are ever so helpful!”

[tiffany]

“You’re going to have to go in there.”

Kale cringed at the words. Why had he joined the Intergalactic Antiquities Brigade? He should have stayed a pharmacist.

Kale had always longed for a sense of adventure, so joining an intergalactic archaeological society had seemed like the perfect thing to do. How could he have known then that they specialized in cursed items?

Thinking back, he should have seen it coming. It was raining the night he saw the spaceship for the first time. The lilies that grew next to the docking pad floated in the breeze, and all had seemed grand. But now Kale looked at it differently. Rain. It always rained when bad things were about to happen.

Kale just knew that something bad was about to happen now. It had all started with their most recent assignment: the search for Tutankhamen’s golden scarab ring. It was said to be kept in the deepest recesses of the ancient king’s pyramid. But there was a problem: beneath the pyramid lay a terrible curse. What that curse was, exactly, no one knew. Or, if they did, they were smart enough not to tell Kale. Their only hope lay in the Chicago Aquarium, which secretly housed an ancient tome that would ward off whatever evil lurked in the pyramid.

Now here Kale stood in a darkened alley, about to face his greatest fear, with an ex-novelist, named Kip, at his side. His fear: getting caught doing something illegal. He was fairly certain breaking into an aquarium was illegal.

Taking a deep breath, the young man picked the lock on the door and led the way inside, Kip at his heels. The pair came to a stop in front of a massive aquarium, still lit though the aquarium had been closed for several hours.

“I wonder if anyone takes the time to see the days passing moments turning into memory,” Kip breathed, admiring the fish swimming in the tank.

“Save your breath, Shakespeare. We need to get this tome and get out of here.”

[glen]

It was raining the night he saw the spaceship. Mitch was with Barney, his roommate, on their regular Saturday-night bicycle trip around Chicago. Despite the pouring rain, he smiled as he noticed the lilies in Daley plaza, floating in the breeze, ready for tomorrow’s Easter parade.
Suddenly there was an arduous sound coming from Lake Michigan. It was Nessie’s little brother, Chuck, coming to visit the Windy City. Mitch looked over his shoulder, as the scaly beast pulled itself out of Lake Michigan and started down Harborside Drive. They had already pedaled two miles, and Mitch was winded, but he suddenly had new motivation to pedal faster.
“Where should we go?” he yelled at Barney, whose own bicycle was disappearing into the rain in front of him?”
“I don’t know about you, but I am headed for St. Louis,” Barney yelled back.
“No,” Mitch said. “Our only hope lies in the Chicago Aquarium. If anyone knows how to fight a sea monster, they will.”
It was just our luck that the Ryan Expressway, which took us to the aquarium was closed, due to the spaceship landing. It had been the top story in the news that night, but now Mitch wasn’t sure if Chuck didn’t merit equal billing.
The street became clogged with cars, pedestrians, and bicyclists, all desperately trying to avoid becoming Chuck’s next meal. They passed a crazy old preacher, telling everyone that it was a sign of the end.
“Just as Moses led the Children out of Egypt, I will lead you out of this evil world. Egypt had it’s pyramids, and we have our skyscrapers. But beneath their pyramids lay a terrible curse.”

[Scott]

(Only got two)

The familiar glow of the flux engine wandered about the control room. The ship itself was an old XJ2 model from before we discovered Earth. Built only for intersystem travel, it had gone fairly cheaply. Their base on the 9th planet, Pluto as these earthlings called it, was a rare stop for tourists that wanted to spook the earthlings and cause all sorts of panic, but now it had been classified only for research purposes. As Arnolf landed the craft on an old precivilization space port in Egypt, he double checked that the cloaking was on and the punched in the key code for the transmorgifier. “Settings to Human… And we’re done.” He turned to his research assistant Raynat, who had just been assigned to this system. Raynat was quite unused to his skin and kept twisting his shoulder.
After taking some samples from the local populace of various foods, they set back toward the pyramids. As they came into range, Arnolf keyed in the ‘port codes, but all that happened was a beep. “Darn thing is busted again. Where do we go for these things again Raynat?” He quizzed his assistant. “The Sarcophagus chamber, master. Let’s hope your sense of direction works better than your common sense. We should have replaced this battery a long time ago.” Little did he know, but beneath the pyramid lay a terrible curse. Arnolf feared the systems the humans had set up in their storage shed.