This Writing exercise by Chuck Wendig is a lovely one: describing one thing in ten phrases. It was hard, but I loved it, since it gives the opportunity to create a short story out of it (to my German followers: I wrote it in English, so that everybody participating understands).
Sorry for any mistakes or weird phrasing – not a native speaker. Here we go.
- She told me that she wanted to end things between us and my skin began to switch between hot and cold within milliseconds.
- My heart sank deep into my chest and I imagined stones dangling on it, because that was what it felt like.
- My eyes began to water as I realized that this might have been the last conversation we would ever have, and I blinked because I did not want the tears to roll down my cheeks.
- She would cut one end of my life, and I silently compared it to cutting off one of my legs, but maybe it would be even worse to lose her.
- I thought that everything inside me was dark, darker than the night and that there would never be any light again; not inside me and nowhere on earth.
- Maybe all this was the end of something good, but it might as well be the beginning of something even better, as she told me, but this was not what I then thought of what her walking away from me meant.
- My hand ached for the touch of her skin, but I told myself that I no more had the right to get the feeling of it under my fingertips.
- My throat seemed corded up and I thought that I could not breathe right.
- I tried to swallow, but there only was a gulping sound and suddenly I had the urge to throw up, to get that terrible information of her leaving me out of my head, although I knew that I was acting childishly.
- She gave me that look, her look, and then she turned away and all I did was to collapse onto the floor, trying to hold the world together, although it just had been broken down to a million of tiny pieces I wasn’t sure I would ever been able to patch up again.