Tiny Tuesday (m)

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Tue, 11-06-2001 - 9:32am

Tiny Tuesday (m)


Over the next five weeks, let's concentrate on using our five senses to help us improve our writing.

This week, try to write a short story that focuses on sight/eyes.

I can't wait to SEE what you come up with. Happy writing,

Mac

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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 11:33am

Glad you thought so...thanks Thia_d! (nt)


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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 11:35am

Thanks a bunch Sammi! (nt)


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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 12:12pm

Wow, maria. You have a wierd and wonderful mind.(m)


I read your note to mac, but I did get that he got "poofed" there at the end. Very creative little story.

Linda

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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 12:19pm

LOL mac. What a mean big brother. This was cute.(n/t)


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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 2:30pm

My TTE (m)


RAINY DAYS AND SUNDAYS

I trudged along the driveway of the apartment building, side-stepping the rivulet of rain water that flowed toward the street. I checked for traffic before dashing across the empty street for a cigarette run to Git and Go. Another cold, rainy October Sunday.

The sky had been a bleak gray slate over the highway That stretched across the eastern horizon as I'd left the apartment. I could hear the female voice, singing in my head, "Rainy days and Sundays always get me down ..."

"Shit!" I dodged the spray of water as a red truck full of teenagers zipped through a puddle on the street. "Damn kids." I jerked my head to the left to avoid the drops, and stopped in my tracks.

The western sky roiled in booming blue-blacks and whispered wisps of blue gray. Against it, the florescent yellow, red, and orange maples trembled in the cold breeze, littering the sidewalk with multi-colored jewels. Behind them, dark green cedars, peach orange pear trees, yellow redbuds, and rusty oaks strutted toward the horizon as far as I could see, broken only by the occasional building or roof top tucked among them.

They stood in such quiet defiance against the blustering sky, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or burst into song. I chuckled at the thought of a sixty year old woman striding through the rain singing like a character from an old musical.

What the heck. I could at least hum as I walked along the irridescent parade route. Rainy days and Sunday don't always get me down.

cl-ozarker

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway

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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 4:24pm

Thanks for reading it Linda! (nt)


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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 4:28pm

Hi Maria (m)


Thanks for the explanation and again, great job on your TT.

Mac

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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 4:47pm

Great writing, Linda (m)


I felt as if I was right there with the narrator and that was a beautiful skyline.

Enjoyed it!

Mac

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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 6:02pm

Thanks Linda, I'm glad you enjoyed it n/t


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Wed, 11-07-2001 - 6:10pm

You have a way with words (m)


I really enjoyed this and could see the action. I think that your character should have flipped off those teenagers, it seems to be only thing they understand these days and then break into the song, dancing and all!

Great descriptive writing!

maria

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