Once upon a time there was vampire named Steve, who had a conscience, so to reconsile his need for blood and his dislike for taking life he decided to only kill marginal people like telemarketers and IRS agents and crazy screaming homeless people, and, surprisingly, the town prospered and was happier than it had ever been before, but the townsfolk still hunted Vampire Steve down and drove a stake in his heart because all of them secretly believed that they were all kind of marginal people themselves.
Once there was a minor Chinese Household God, Chian Tzun, who was the embodiment of a piece of ceramic cookware that hadn’t been used since the Han Dynasty who went to the Great Dragon in hopes he’d assign her a new purpose in the universe, and lacking any other unrepresented piece of cookware, the dragon made her the God of the George Foreman grill, which she was reluctant to take at first, but it all worked out great in the end because the thing really does knock-out the fat.
Once apon a time there was a very religious woman, Susan, who thanked Jesus constantly for every little blessing in her life, every moment of her day, from the rise of a new dawn to the dew on the grass to her cat’s well-bieng and every morsal of food she ate, and up in heaven Jesus knew her to be a true and wholesome soul, so you can understand how diffucult a decision it was for him to finally hit that “Ignore” button.
Hate to burst your bubble, but those are all rambling sentences, not run-on. Run-on sentences occur when you type two or more sentences together without any sort of punctuation or conjuction. What you’ve got is an overabundance of clauses and phrases that lead to a rambling sentence. Good luck
Does this mean that we can’t try to write our own sentence that just goes on and on and feels like it will never end because I really really think that I could write a sentence like that if I tried I mean really tried just kept at it typing and typing and trying to think–it’s hard to think while you’re typing-- of all the words that could go into a sentence about how much I want to write a run-on sentence like the ones I used to write when I was in elementary school–I really liked elementary school we got to play with a big giant ball in the auditorium when it rained-- and the teachers all told me that I had good ideas but had to learn about grammar or no one would ever be able to tell what I was saying especially because I either used too many commas or not enough and then we had to write cursive in ink and my penmanship was so bad that nobody could read what I wrote so I guess I learned all that grammar for nothing.
Wow, I just realized that I forgot to put a question mark at the end of my last sentence and tha’t one of the things I learned about grammar that you use . . .
Do ya get the feeling I could do this all night? Gods protect us all.
I hope you’ll be so kind as to allow me to provide a dark and stormy link for those that are amused (and e’en fascinated) by the unusual capacity of some to drone on and one in grammatically inappropriate and stylistically perprexing way and while I’m at it you should check out the Sticks and Stones section of the site which is very very funny this post inspired by 2trew’s comment:
Perprexing is not how you spell that word as I now see having failed to preview my post of course I meant “perpnexing” which means disturbingly curious or strange please forgive the typo I hope you’ll all still be friends with me.
If my 7th Grade English teacher read this thread, she’d have appoplexy. She was the one who drummed all those damn puncuation and grammar rules down our throats. The kiund of woman who made you want to run when you saw her in the halls, the type of woman who’d say,“I don’t know, can you?” She was the one who tought us about sentance structure, paragraph formation, and even tried to drum a bit of spelling into our pre-teen mush brains. Fat lotta good it did I say!
