It isn’t necessarily such an audacious thing to imagine an atrociously long sentence; the odd pairing of tediousness and inexplicit audacity are such a harmonious match and can create things like this curiously long sentence which is as similarly inclined to mischief as the melody of clangs and clatters in a sturdy children filled country house covered in a thick blanket of snow.

the longest sentence possible

Oh?

Not what you wanted?

But you said to write "the longest sentence possible"

I am right.

Good I filled the word count.

No

(these aren’t part of the actual challenge, just additional words to get my word count up to fifteen, which for some strange reason is always the minimum number of words required in all of these challenges, which never actually really makes sense to me because sometimes you might just want to write something really short and concise without blabbering on about it for fifteen words, which is what I really wanted to do here but wasn’t allowed to because of this ridiculous minimum words rule [which is always set at fifteen, for reasons nobody knows!] )

Thank you

:)

Once upon a time, in a small, green, dingy house under a slate grey and mossy cliff, which was very tall, and broad, there lived an extremely old woman, who, despite the accusations and whispers and gossip and children's-stories-that-only-the-very-young-and-naive-and-completely-gullible-could-ever-possibly-believe, of the nearby town, which was small and smelly and full of very rude and ungrateful peasants, was NOT a witch with a horrible, disgusting wart on her nose, or on her left eyebrow, or crooked teeth that might fly out if she laughed too hard, thank you very much.

Print “This sentence will run on forever and ”;

x==0;

Do While x>=0 {Print “ever and ”;

x==x+1;}.

[Editor Note: This sentence is written in pseudo computer code. It will run with minor modifications of syntax on any basic programming language.

The program creates an infinite sentence that reads: “This sentence will run on forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever....” Since x starts at ‘0’ and increments up as x+1, the condition ”Do While x is greater than or equal to zero” will always be true. This means the output will be infinite, and by definition, no longer sentence can ever be written (though other infinite sentences can be written, though they’d be of equally infinite length).]

I randomly decided today that I wanted to eat a slice of cheese, even though I really don’t like cheese and cheese makes me very sick, as well as makes me feel horrible, but it was just one of those I-hate-everything-and-everyone-because-they-suck-so-maybe-if-I-consume-something-I-don’t-like-I-might-have-an-actual-reason-for-not-liking-it-and-maybe-I-will-gain-a-new-perspective-on-food-I-don’t-like-and-people-I-don’t-like-and-this-world-I-don’t-like-and-maybe-my-life-will-be-changed-for-the-better-and-everything-will-be-better-and-I-will-have-like-an-epiphany-or-something-and-understand-everything-about-the-world-around-me-and-I-will-be-a-genius-and-life-will-be-good-and-I-will-finally-be-happy-and-if-it-doesn’t-make-anything-better-maybe-it-would-make-me-sick-because-I’m-bad-at-math-and-have-a-really-bad-end-of-term-final-test-today-that-I-have-not-studied-for-and-it-was-two-in-the-morning-and-I-couldn't-sleep-and-I-was-really-bored-and-it-seemed-like-such-a-good-idea-at-the-time-and-I-was-just-like-oh-my-gods-let’s-do-something-crazy-but-it-wasn’t-crazy-and-it-was-instead-very-stupid-and-it-was-a-really-really-really-bad-idea-and-I-really-regret-it-and-I-never-want-to-eat-another-dairy-product-again-and-I-am-so-utterly-disappointed-that-nothing-bad-happened-that-I-think-I-might-cry kind of day, which I am sure you have experienced, as every single person I have ever talked to has, but I am sure they all got over it, and I am sure you got over it, just as I know I eventually will get over it, but until I do, will you help me to stop panicking and obsessing over this small thing, so I can stop saying this really long sentence to everyone I talk to, because it is tiring me out, and the point of periods is so that you can pause and breathe, but this is a really long sentence, and I am really struggling--not only with the fact that I feel like crap because I ate cheese, which is a dairy product, and which I do not cope well with, but also because you're really hot, and it's really hot, but I think that might just be me because I am so tired, as well as sick--with the fact that it keeps going on, but I am not even sure if this is a sentence, or a long monologue with the vague structure of a sentence--sentence-like at least-- and I think I really really need to end soon, but I am not sure I will have the willpower to talk to you again because you are really so so so hot, though I think I might have already said that, I guess, though I am really feeling faint, so that might be why I don't rememember, and oh gods, there's the blackout.

*thump*

I can't stop from thinking and over elaborating every single thing I do; you'd think it wouldn't be difficult to just shut down my thoughts, but here I am, once again, rethinking the darkest thoughts to ever consume a human without any escape from it because it seems that no matter what I do, even if I find momentary relief or silence, they'll always come back louder, breaking through the surface of my numb soul with a knife.

These are the steps to get back at your feet, if ever that you’ve fallen somehow; first is to buy an ice cream near since ice cream is the source of happiness and the nostalgic sweet taste of every lick will take you back to childhood – where staying down wasn’t an option and getting up was the only choice; the second is to smile kindly anybody because, at the very least, they may smile back – you missed a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take as they say – and getting smiled at brings happiness to ourselves, and that you cannot deny; the third step is easily done like a walk in the park because you have to take a stroll once in a while and see the world in a different perspective so that maybe, you will find not only weight that drags you down by the world but also, sweet little things that lift your spirit just like the ice cream that you tasted earlier; fourth is to sit on the bench, look at what surrounds you while you contemplate on something and it can be anything, from the movie that you last watched or about the leaf that was dancing through the air in front, and if you want, you can buy another ice cream since this step will take much longer than the previous ones combined; fifth will probably be the hardest, but considering how easy the earlier steps are, you probably won’t find this too hard since you can easily control your mind and what I mean by that is that you have to lead you trails of thought to something so deep and existential, and there, you will looked at the world at a very different view; for the sixth step will be the continuation from the fifth since you just have to accept with a different view makes you a different person; finally, try not have self-pity onwards since not every change is good nor can you judge yourself as good that will never be correct and that if you made the correct conclusion as I expect then, congratulations, you are back on your feet ready to face any challenges, and to satisfy your curiosity, share your own conclusion if you reached and completed the step-by-step process so that we will have the chance to improve our self-therapy method for everyone to have and for this, I thank you.

you, who has pulled me against my will,to perform this heinous act of grievous grammatical offence, while drinking my self-brewed fair-trade grown black tea, and while listening to the soothing rain spattering and trickling down against the cold clear glass, when all around the world is crumbling to ashes and falling to dust, has finally crossed over to another realm of ingratitude, audacity, presumption and downright cruelty because your inauspicious request offends me more so than all other cowardly, fallacious, tedious, abusive and disgusting writing prompts for the interminably unoccupied and literary disinclined cautiously put together, analyzed for mistakes, poked at and finally smothered in gasoline and lit up for the excitement of the wretchedly callous the absurdly pompous and the punctiliously garrulous.