Here's an unfinished sentence I created for my notebook, ROAM (Remnants Of Abstract Minds), in March 1992:
In "A Small Slice Of Heaven," the Lightning Seeds sing, "The voice of reason is rhyming with treason today. The laughing devil is chasing the angels away. The dog is barking. The baby's crying. The rainy days are multiplying." Conditions like these are most prone to arise...
...from the age of 13 on... (Jennie K.)
...(at) mid-semester, you realize you have no realistic goals or ambitions, and someone tells you that you have to get your life together. (Karen W.)
...(when) election year rolls around, and every politician tries to save the United States. (Karen B.)
