Examples from the Sentence Collections of Past Hillside Writers:

 

Individual experiences:

Had I realized the possibility of a turkey deciding to escape the pen, I might have shut the door.

One late spring evening, as the sun was setting, he threw the baseball, a perfect arc, right into my faux-leather, well-loved glove for the last time.

I took the forceps in my hand and carefully inserted the needle through the banana skin.



Perspectives:

Forget diamonds — hot glue and metal wire are a girl's best friend.

There is a moment that comes between aiming the pistol and pulling the trigger; in that split second, I can sense the accuracy of the bullet.

The bloodstained, disc-shaped shavings of the tibia looked soft and spongy, sitting in that little dish on the sterilized table in the chilled room.


Encounters:

As we sat in Nora's blue pickup, the words fell out of her mouth: "Women are too emotional to be leaders—we care too much."

The young woman in a demanding red dress and sleek black stilettos lifted her leg onto the counter and uttered two small but significant words: “Bed bugs.”

As the conference room emptied, I opened the note and read: Thank you for saying the words that I couldn't.


Interests:

It all started with a pack of flashcards — one hundred two-by-eight-inch glossy cards bound at one end by a single plastic grommet.

The space here was the key: the space of the darkness in my room, the space between the drum notes, the space that I could create between my textbooks and me.

And then one day everything changes: you show up, a coffee in one hand and the script you’ve been frantically studying in the other, and find that someone has built a world on the stage — the steps of the Casa Rosada or New York apartment buildings have suddenly materialized.