The longest sentence ever written

[Gaia_Lorraine]

Can we get LIT into the Guinness Book of Records? Only one rule, no periods/full stops and one advice, for continuity us the Quote button to reply

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

Once upon a time there was

 

[oggbashan]

Can we get LIT into the Guinness Book of Records? Only one rule, no periods/full stops and one advice, for continuity us the Quote button to reply

I think we would have difficulty meeting the Guinness Book of Records requirement. I think, but I'm not sure, that someone actually wrote a complete novel as one sentence.

We have had long sentences before in the Author's Hangout. I posted one as a competition entry: Breathless Stargazing.

Og

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

I think we would have difficulty meeting the Guinness Book of Records requirement. I think, but I'm not sure, that someone actually wrote a complete novel as one sentence.

We have had long sentences before in the Author's Hangout. I posted one as a competition entry: Breathless Stargazing.

Og

Hi oggbashan
Erase that memory, let's start afresh and have fun!, it's only a game

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

Once upon a time there was

 

[oggbashan]

But...

My memory includes this: Long Sentence Thread and that was posted to in the last month.

Og

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

But...

My memory includes this: Long Sentence Thread and that was posted to in the last month.

Og

O bugger, well at least I tried

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

Once upon a time there was

...a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and

 

[oggbashan]

Once upon a time there was

a writer who hated using full stops or periods as Americans might term them so he decided that he would write a story without using any periods or full stops or ever ending his sentence and he started the story with a picture of a deep dark overgrown forest in which there was a woman who thought that the roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy...

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

a writer who hated using full stops or periods as Americans might term them so he decided that he would write a story without using any periods or full stops or ever ending his sentence and he started the story with a picture of a deep dark overgrown forest in which there was...

Og

commas, and exciting things to play with, hyphens were experimental, but his joy came when he discovered all the sentence pauses and expressions yet the magical period still eluded him, he wondered

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

OK, the thread isn't going to work in this forum, I see that now, but nonetheless I've met you, and so in a way it has yes?

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

If we create but a few words rather than be supercilious then this will work

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

...a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and

went on to infinity and beyond, is it possible to go beyond infinity? in our minds we

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

Starts again and hopes this time it 'clicks' that it is not about the individual writing the longest sentence but the community as a whole:

concatenating the three posts so far-:

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

One upon a time there was a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and went on to infinity and beyond, is it possible to go beyond infinity? in our minds we

 

[oggbashan]

We have a very long way to go according to Wikipedia: The Longest English Sentence

We have 3 million to beat and apparently the longest possible is infinity.

Sorry.

Og

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

We have a very long way to go according to Wikipedia: The Longest English Sentence

We have 3 million to beat and apparently the longest possible is infinity.

Sorry.

Og

There dies the sense of fun, you are not as sorry as me.

Tell you what! stay out and let the rest of us have some fun, OK, so I made a mistake with the record bit!

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

There dies the sense of fun, you are not as sorry as me.

Tell you what! stay out and let the rest of us have some fun, OK, so I made a mistake with the record bit!

One upon a time there was a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and went on to infinity and beyond, is it possible to go beyond infinity? in our minds we

 

[oggbashan]

There dies the sense of fun, you are not as sorry as me.

Tell you what! stay out and let the rest of us have some fun, OK, so I made a mistake with the record bit!

I'll leave this for others to attempt.

Th'entente is al, and nought the lettres space - Geoffrey Chaucer.

Og

 

[jomar]

One upon a time there was a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and went on to infinity and beyond, is it possible to go beyond infinity? in our minds we

Okay, I'll do my part...

...in our minds we thought

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

One upon a time there was a sentence, a very long sentence that seemed to never end and went on to infinity and beyond, is it possible to go beyond infinity? in our minds we thought

 

[jomar]

about bovine pastures

 

[TE999]

about bovine pastures

and green, juicy grass but we knew that was a load of bull so then we

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

and green, juicy grass but we knew that was a load of bull so then we

decided to phone a friend and ask him instead, he said

 

[jomar]

decided to phone a friend and ask him instead, he said

cow pies and farts make me laugh, but seriously