Breathless

I love the single-sentence story because it's so damn beautiful, the way it rolls across the page and creates a surge of rhythm; with those beats building, building, it's not hard to find pure feeling -- I suppose, if I'm frank, the form's sheer flow and undulating meter makes me express more boldly, plowing meaning, tapping mood, free-writing till I'm giddy -- most of all, I pen stories about sexuality, physical expression, yearning, touch, because this, in our culture, is so often repressed, and when we connect to it, finally and fully, it unfurls with a power that the single sentence suits -- in fact I've sometimes drafted in just one sentence simply to find the emotion in a story, before transforming it into a longer piece, which must -- in truth, needs -- shorter sentences... but honestly, stream of consciousness without full-stops (or periods in America) can forestall repression, plumb the unconscious, and let us speak more truly. 

Ooh.  Headrush.

To read a wonderful single-sentence story by Cami Park, click here.