5 in 1 Story

Grab the 5 nearest books around you. (Novels or textbooks, whatever story you’re wanting to make.)

Create a story from the following:

The first sentence on p. 1 of the first book.
The seventh sentence on p. 5 of the second book.
The first sentence of the third paragraph on p. 20 of the third book.
The fifteenth sentence on p. 47 of the fourth book.
The last sentence on the last page of the fifth book.

Give it a catchy title!

Add your response


Submitted by Lauren Brumfield

There are 19 written responses to this assignment.


Written by R.E.S on November 23, 2015 8:15 pm
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Maybe the world will be sunny-side up today. Yes, she was going to die. But now I realize that if I wanted to stop it from pouring out of me, surging through the earth, and filling the miners with strength and endurance, I couldn’t. God. Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind and say goodbye.

Your Daily Ritual

Written by Josh Mayer on July 2, 2015 1:36 am
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You have just returned from a visit to your landlord—the solitary neighbor you shall be troubled with. Day in and day out, you fume in rush hour traffic while you cuddle your espresso instead of your kids. You stare at the ceiling and think for a moment. It gives you an amazing amount of energy, like cocaine, if cocaine were really good for your digestion and didn’t ruin lives. This also makes you less likely to have sex on the first date, which is, generally speaking, another bad plan.

Sea Change

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on January 14, 2015 11:15 pm
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The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place. [The Edge of the Sea by Rachel Carson]

We have shown that the man is like a sandpiper. [The Motion Picture and the Teaching of English by Sheridan et al.]

Jeremiah continued to broaden his concept of a voyage of discovery. [Sea of Glory by Nathaniel Philbrick]

You have no idea of the number of lives that are going to be touched by it. [Understanding Film by Johnson and Bone]

Who can be born black and not exult! [Soul Looks Back in Wonder edited by Tom Feelings]

Almost Instantly

Written by Mel B on January 14, 2015 10:41 pm
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We are having a class election. He had been born in a three-story Victorian house on Avon Street in Cliftondale, MA. With a career as long as Johnny Mathis’s (she acted with everyone from Orson Welles to Fabian, been in movies as varied as The Adventures of Huck Finn and The Mini Skirt Mob, sung in a rock band and been in many television shows from I Remember Mama to The Sopranos) Patty has learned to be gracious and pretend to care about the same old questions from the same old fans idealizing a character she played 50 years ago. There were so many things to be curious about, though, that not long after the visit she decided to ask at least one. She fell asleep almost instantly.

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Carry On Young Rider!

Written by konarheim on January 14, 2015 8:04 pm
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It is a legacy forged by generations of people with a passion for motorcycling, a commitment to honor and build on the past, and the determination to seek out new opportunities for the future. Much like a family, despite intermarriage and even close personal friendships, Milwaukee’s brewers were often an argumentative bunch.

Tonight, however, was different. About that time, Tom made the closest thing a five-year-old gets to make, an executive decision by abandoning kindergarten class for the verdant hills and playground of Riverside Park.



A Kid on the Streets

Written by @anthrorose on January 14, 2015 6:01 pm
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I was forced into crack against my will. In no way, however, does this mean that our attempts to study religions of traditional people are inappropriate. Out of social solidarity, when you ate with other, you had to calibrate your appetite so as not to eat too much. Mrs. Kho’s youngest daughter, a thirteen-year-old who could add up the prices for a half a dozen items and make change like the fastest cash register, was incapable of answering the simplest question without dissolving into embarrassed giggles (we called it the early- teenager syndrome). We can truly “uncover” hunger and malnutrition, not by the national food balance sheet, dietary surveys, or biochemical experiments, but only by listening to people’s-and particularly women’s –voices.

If you accept it

Written by Bill Smith on January 14, 2015 5:49 pm
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Although the text uses the colorful words “information,” “transmission,” and “coding,” a close examination will reveal that all that is actually assumed is an information source of symbols s1, s2,…,sq. Even though the signal level remained the same, the noise floor rose, and thus the S/N ratio worsened. There was an exhilarating sense of urgency about it. The information source supplies a signal to the transmitter. The joy of creating original ideas is right here within your grasp, if you accept it.

The Witness

Written by mburtis on January 14, 2015 5:48 pm
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In the beginning were the howlers. Visitors wore their best clothes and most somber expressions, as if entering a great cathedral. My friend was there. This I find strange. It was the sublimest experience I ever witnessed, and I think the memory of it will remain with my always.

Never Let a Song Ruin Your Life

Written by @dogtrax on January 14, 2015 5:29 pm
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We came to IOS development from different paths. No walk, no food, no fleas, no accidents. Mr. Tyndall’s coat buttons were jade. A pitchman arrived to kick off the new year. It’s never too late to let a song ruin your life.


Hello IOS Development by Lou Franco and Eitan Mendelowitz
Siri and Me by David Milgrim
Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan
Life Itself by Roger Ebert
Turn Around Bright Eyes by Rob Sheffield

Last Call

Written by @smstagner on January 14, 2015 4:51 pm
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My father’s mother, Abuela Evila, liked to scare us with stories of La Llorona, the weeping woman who roams the canal and steals children away.

“Call me or something.”

David was too afraid to move.

Cochran apologized at his welcome saying that he didn’t recognize her footsteps which made Mauro happy—a man who memorized footsteps can’t be that much of a dreamer.

My gut twisted, and I moved quicker. I needed a drink.

A Kind of Screw

Written by Jim Groom on January 14, 2015 4:50 pm
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Green dice rolled across the green table, struck the rim together, and bounced back. I pretended like I didn’t hear him. “Quite so,” said Syme placidly, “a kind of screw! How simple that is!” Rather than raging against a fate that the audience has learned to accept, the female hero often accepts a fate that the audience at least partially questions. However passionate, sinful, rebellious the heart buried in this grave, the flowers growing on it look out at us as serenely with their innocent eyes: they tell us not only of that eternal peace, that great peace of “indifferent” nature; they tell us also of eternal reconciliation and life everlasting…

Book 1 : The Glass Key by Dashiell Hammett
Book 2: The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson
Book 3: The Man Who Was Thursday by GK Chesterton
Book 4: Refiguring American Film Genres, quotes essay by Linda Williams
Book 5: Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev

The Jagged Path

Written by July Laszakovits on January 14, 2015 2:54 pm
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When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. And no matter how many times my good father forgave me, I have persisted in my infamy. Because the stepped leader initially burns a jagged path, all lightning takes on a jagged appearance. But think about it again. Give us what you’ve got.

Books Used:
Walden; or, Life in the Woods by Henry Thoreau
The Wit and Wisdom of Tyrion Lannister by George R.R. Martin
Why do Clocks Run Clockwise? and other Imponderable by David Feldman
Why do Pirates Love Parrots? by David Feldman
The War of Art by Steven Pressfield


Written by Viv Caruna on January 14, 2015 2:54 pm
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Today there is a wide range of books on how to identify birds. As he walked over to the wooden dissection table, Harvey’s steps were short, and a little tentative, on account of his being often troubled with gout. “What can I do for you my dwarves?”, he said? For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, unto us a Son is given, for unto us a Child is born. Designed and printed by J. W. Northend Ltd, 49 West Street. Sheffield A1 3SH.

Say What?

Written by etecstudent on January 14, 2015 1:52 pm
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Slowly we taxied away from the black and white faces along the airstrip calling and waving good-bye. However, the analysis of a time-based art that disappears as we experience it presents difficulties not found when, for example, describing a painting or a poem. People may be interdependent, perceive incompatible goals, want the same scarce resource, and still may not experience what we call conflict. In addition, 29 field offices operated independently across the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Then we can put our energy into the larger, more satisfying projects that are more rewarding for both of us.

Caution – Joy Ahead!

Written by @chrissheetz on January 14, 2015 1:09 pm
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DAILY JOY – LOVELY WORDS, especially when paired together. By the time Revelation was written, Ephesus, along with some of the other churches of Revelation, had lost its vitality. Let me ask you. The most exciting days were just ahead of us. Unaware of his own movement, schooled by old habit, Vincenzo Giuliani rose and went to the windows, and stood looking, for how long he had no idea, across a grassy open courtyard to a complex panorama of medieval masonry and jumbled rock, formal garden and gnarled trees: a scene of great and beautiful antiquity.

The Road Between Here and There

Written by @sandramardene on January 14, 2015 10:53 am
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The Road Between Here and There

I leaned on the ship’s railing at the stern, a 10-year-old boy with virtually no notion of where my family might be going. We prowled through woods weeks, we never found where. Animals are just like people, only living in different skins. it is with such an intense look with which the stray cat scans my face at the door before she runs away. Soon the bees, daughters of the daughters of the bees I took care of, will winnow out from their white box beyond the pear tree into sunlight.

Ambiguity of Simplicity

Written by @mrosengrant12 on January 14, 2015 9:39 am
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In my experience, I have found that the most effective way to express something new in a way people can understand is to use the simplest language possible. The hospital tower at the Rush University Medical Center is a good example. After assessing the area and before any work is begun, a report illustrating the urgency and necessity of the revitalization should be created and presented to a cross section of individuals throughout the geographical region. Whether applied in a private or a public facility, admissions policies also belied the singularity of purpose implied by the term “orphanage” or “orphan asylum.” Museums of nature and science will remain enormously popular with Americans, who rightly consider them site for imagining and reimagining public science.

Cat burgling with Ted

Written by phb256 on January 14, 2015 7:11 am
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What is digital storytelling?
All of us, professionals as well as laymen, must consciously break the habits we bring to thinking about the computer.
Ted thought of our phantasmagorical world as being one in which the appearance is deceptive.
See if you can find another way into this room – a window, maybe – or manpower enough to get us in through this door.
He now has a box of Dazzler issues (#2-42, in Mylar covers) that he’s looking to sell.

A Portrait of the Operative as a True Friend

Written by @iamTalkyTina on January 14, 2015 6:53 am
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Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who meet again his men and find themselves with less in common than they used to think. They had breakfast in the mercado, at a stall with a concrete counter worn as smooth as polished marble. The girl whom he was bent on seeing at this hour on Christmas Eve, a twenty-four-year-old primary school teacher, was one of those clients he had started to gather around him in the days when he was a collector of bad debts for a furrier. If Mrs. Havelock had been alive she would’ve been getting ready to say “Judy, I’m always telling you not to do that on the corner, as it scatters gravel all over the lawn and you know how it ruins Joshua’s lawnmower.” He pivoted slowly on his heel and crashed headlong to the wine-red floor.