Writing Challenge: Expand a short sentence into one longer sentence

[Hammer]

Leah cried loudly as the scalpel inched its way through her ankle; it was one thing playing a game of “hunt the wocket”, but when the wocket turns round and bites, it’s probably time to leave the game behind and start concentrating on what really matters, not to put too fine a point on it, why do wockets always go for the bloody feet?!

Prompt - the storm-clouds gathered

 

[Rath Darkblade]

The storm-clouds gathered, promising the orange juice of stormy rain later in the afternoon, in the aftermath of which one may find the soupy fog of the evening and perhaps even the croutons of tea-time, yea verily.

Prompt: Another bloody sentence. =P

 

[Louanne Learning]

Hello all players - just a reminder that the expanded sentence must be at least 50 words long.

And the prompt sentence must be between 2-5 words, and include a subject and a verb.

 

[Louanne Learning]

the storm-clouds gathered

Old world met new, and they who had been there since before the flood, which had not blighted them, narrowed their eyes at the Bearers of the Big Book, which told of things already engraved upon their hearts, and no amount of diplomacy satisfied the newcomers, so storm-clouds gathered, and power reared its ugly head.

New prompt:

Tommy jumped.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

Tommy jumped off the swing, fell awkwardly and hurt his knee, which will lead – I must stress this in the strongest possible terms – to the unwelcome practice of his mother complaining to the school, which will mean goodbye to swings, also known as – not to put too fine a point on it – a severe and intolerable curtailment of the enjoyment of children, and which will in all probability, should this deplorable innovation be perpetuated, precipitate a constriction of the aforesaid children’s creativity, and culminate in the condition of atrophied innovation and paralysed thought, which will render effectively impossible the discharge of inventive and imaginative fiction between one child and another.

Prompt: "Another bloody sentence!" He yelled. =P

(How is it now, hmm?)

 

[Louanne Learning]

(How is it now, hmm?)

I find your use of the devil icon somewhat confusing

 

[Masonic Mallam]

"Not another bloody sentence!" he yelled, throughout the night he has been writing sentences after sentences, paragraphs after paragraphs his hand had become tired after so much of writing that he could barely move his hand but he somehow persevered and finished the stuff he was writing though it drained him completely.

He ran towards her

 

[Louanne Learning]

He ran towards her

Three-year-old Johnny loved Gramma most of all, but they moved across the country, and time went by so slowly, and he couldn't give her a hug over Facetime, so when Christmas finally came and they went on a big plane in the sky, the excitement built up, and finally he saw Gramma in the airport, and he ran towards her and threw himself into her loving arms.

Next prompt:

Cornelius scowled.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

Cornelius scowled at Marcus's bungled attempt at writing a poem, for what poetry could possibly begin with words as hackneyed as "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" ... stupid, stupid Marcus -- probably got that one out of a book like The Merry Jestes of Felix Ciceronius, Vol. XXXVIII, first published when Rome was still a collection of mud huts and its greatness was nothing more than a gleam in its creator's eye ... agggghhh!!!

Next prompt:

John fell over. =P