What's the Most Powerful Sentence You've Ever Written?

A single, simple string of words which best reflects your creativit

This is a question I like to ask other writers. We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. Some of us like to inspire, others might want to lament on the issues in our world, many are in it to entertain…the list goes on and on.

Personally I write for a multitude of purposes, all of the above included. So I thought I would ask you, my fellow comrades, what’s yours? And to add a bit of flair, its always fun to sprinkle in an example which reflects our sense of purpose. To that end, I’ll follow up with a juicier question:

What is the single most powerful sentence you’ve ever penned?

Throughout the roughly eight years of scribbling myself, my own answer always seems to point back to one of my earliest works; a short story set during WWII’s Allied Invasion of Sicily (Operation Husky) that I wrote called Love & Loss. The tale is told via a series of journal entries that skip from his and her perspectives each chapter. Adam, an American soldier depressed by the atrocities of battle he’s reluctantly apart of crosses paths with the sheltered daughter of an Italian bakery store owner, Adalasia, and the pair quickly falls for one another.

One of the primary themes woven by their journaling is how times of war have this weird way of elevating the levels of emotion a human can experience through introducing an element of mortality that’s not generally present during eras of relative peace; granting us access uniquely intimate bonds. In one of Adam’s entries, he recalls an event that happened earlier in the day as he spent the afternoon in Adalasia’s apartment above her father’s bakery. A German had thrown a grenade into the room through the upstairs window as they watched in horror while it settled between them.

Adam writes about what went on in his head as it happened, talking about how confident the situation made him in regard to his love for her. He refers specifically to his reaction, which was to dive atop the “potato masher” in an attempt to protect her. To their relief, it was a dud. It doesn’t hit him until late that evening as he is alone in his thoughts, but he realizes the profound implications of what such an act truly meant; stating that without even thinking, his deepest subconscious drove that immediate instinct to save Adalasia.

He writes the final sentence of that journal entry to capture what the rest of it was trying to say, and its my answer the question I now pose so I can hear your own such stories.

We share an iron love, forged on the anvils of war.

The minds of writers are landscapes I love exploring, as I love to learn about the many thought processes which make our community so wonderfully diverse. I hope to hear from any and all who are willing to share their own — along with those MVP sentences which so passionately reflect their efforts!