Can you write one Nobel Literature Prize worthy sentence?

I know when I am beaten.

My stomach rumbles with Malaysian food and madness.

BTW…I just realized, I’m now on the look out for Nobel-worthy sentences here on Fluther. I’ll tote them over here whenever I find one!

It was evening in Bucks County, mid-December and frosty cold.

AND it was a dark and stormy night, @janbb!

Yes, but if I share it here I won’t get my pulitzer!

Wish I even thought I could, but It’s out of my league. Reality is sometimes a hard pill to swallow. See? That sentence just proved my point.

Questioning my ability to recognize such a treat, to craft one, without a context to care for it, as a womb nurtures the unseen, I dare not answer with the confidence of tomorrows sunrise, but trade the duty for the less risky venture of navigating drowning shark pools, snappy woodland bear traps, and yes, even facing that strange foggy little man in the steam pillowed mirror of my rather dull morning routine.

I think ya’ll are still hung up on that “writing a scary story in two sentences or less” question!

Dear Mr. Bergstrom,

If you ever want to see your wife and children alive again, you will use your influence as president of the Nobel selection committee to ensure that I am awarded this year’s literature prize.

There, that should do it.

At JillTheTooth…I can’t….!

The rains finally came…too late to save the crops or fill the well, but as that first drop hit my face it was just in time to erase all the pain and sacrifice and restore the hope I had lost many months before.

Someone once said “I’ve got enough Gazpacho for everyone!”.

Murphy, you are a elf.

The moon, appearing a trifle melancholy in the swollen November sky, gave light to the streets below, upon which Death crept stealthily after his prey.

Hell is not deep enough for the man that spills her tears.

Every damn day since I was young I have loved you, and hated you for being too dumb to figure it out.

The blood reminded him of everything he wanted to forget.

The blistering rays of the July sun clawed at the back of my neck as I feverishly hacked away at this week’s Jack-o-Lantern.

To finally understand, to know, this one key would unlock both the gates of heaven and hell, it was best to leave them chained, along with every soul she’d fed them.

Dream on. Have fun. And keep trying. ”‘tis a most gratifying goal to seek”

God is dead.

And that’s when I told him “Bitch, you’re gonna sign that armistice, or shit’s gonna get real.”

He gazed upon her in an awe struck wonder as she ran toward him. The crisp morning sunshine cascaded through her hair, her breasts swaying to an almost hypnotic beat…..scratches record…...
“By eck love, tha’s got a lovely pair of titties, wanna fuck?” XD

If I knew any better, and I don’t, I’d give you all a philosophical cookie.

Perkins had tasted of the forbidden fruit of accountancy, and his eyes had been opened: ledger entries were not the inevitable output of dreary algorithms, but an unbounded vista of creative possibilities.

Time to prove your medal.

As I cracked my whip, the world kneeled before me.
<insert evil laugh>

This sentence is a work in progress…

“Writers Block”, he admitted.

“They’re never the same thing, you know, being fixed and being whole.”

I don’t think I’m getting the prize anytime soon… I just realized that “kneeled” should be “knelt”. Damn it.

@augustlan It was an honest mistake. Like these.

@augustlan I was going to mention that, but I was worried that you’d be offended and refuse to tease me with your whip again.

@WillWorkForChocolate So are you a kneeling expert?

Sshhhh. Don’t let my secrets get out.