Me

Here is a sentence some of us made while playing the sentence game around the table one afternoon.

ME

Me is the word I used to describe the sound ineffable that flows

softly through my screeching house with great grace and astounding,

marvelous accuracy in times past before I grew to know video recorded

stories that became my horribly indescribable nightmare of hideous faces

in closet doors that came at me with screeching laughter and knives that

were very deceitful and sharp though in the shape they were it was hard

to distinguish which one actually was real because someone had chosen

a costume that had deviousness glittering sharply throughout its entire 

frame of wood which was hiding behind the closet of my dream which

had those unreal yet frightening faces mysteriously screeching at me

while scornfully, softly sneering yet singing with gracefulness incredible

that maybe made the sneering scornful in different faces which seemed 

offensive to myself, less so to others, but mostly more ridiculous to people

 who don't like me silly or my fairytales which are to amazingly marvelous 

for simple people to appreciate fully and enjoy thoroughly or at least believe

in a story like mine which as a real true dream that passes away in drip drop

 silence that yells truthfulness and wakefulness though truly it was merely 

just odd and weird so freakishly that I grabbed my own vorpal leg which

was turning somersaults without my consent which created a soft sound 

that I described as Me.