Please write: show but not tell.
by compound complex 46 Replies latest social humour
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humbled
Nancy-drew-pictures.^^^^^^^^ to show and not tell.
"Kickin' back in the sun in margaritaville--palmtrees and --where's my lime?"
Good times.
Rip, we'll write the body-snatchers out of the script and take back your writers' colony!
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Bruja-del-Sol
Rip's inspiration is lying here... R.I.P.
Oh wait! There comes a Jehovah's Witness... and you know what? He just told me that your inspiration will be resurrected in paradise... SOON!
Time for a dance, arms in the air, jumping a singing... what emotion does one need for that? Oh wait... JW you said???
Kkggggggrrrrsssssgggggggg.... *scratching record that got cut off immediately*
JW talking => "I'm so sorry Rip, of course your inspiration will be resurrected... BUT... first you have to follow some procedures and reach some 'spiritual' goals... so uhm... I'm not sure about that dance... of course you can dance, but uhm... it might be best if you keep your arms down, and jumping... well, if it doesn't make the JW's look bad, well you might wanna reconsider... you know... uhm... the bible says... well... it says... let me think what did it say again???... you know... things, about conduct or something like that... and bad association... well that could be a prophecy about jumping... sort of... I think... So about your inspiration... you uhm... sure you want it back? 'Cause in the paradise you'll be able to have a lion for a pet... you see... so, why would you need inspiration anyway??? You will be soooo happy to be in paradise. And you know what? All of my brothers and sisters, you know, all the other JW's that are so joyful and happy like me, will all be there! To join you! Now isn't that some inspiration??? What do you think? Oh do you by any chance like to read one of my magazines? This one is called the... Washtowel... or something like that anywayzzzzz...."
Sorry guys, is just happened... it wasn't me, my fingers were typing. No idea where it came from. Bruja had nothing to do with it. Seriously!
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compound complex
Just a brief post, here, friends . . .
Thanks so much for the wonderful tales!
Please come up with one on this theme: a withdrawn and socially awkward girl, despite herself, shows the way to peace for her fighting neighbors. It can be through example or words.
THANKS!
CC
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jgnat
Recently a roboticist noted that a talented animator can give pathos to a desk-lamp. We are all sensitive to the patterns and cadence of our people, and a great deal is said without a word.
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compound complex
Dear jgnat:
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Gratefully,
CC
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jgnat
The sky was leaden, the air ripe with smells of the earth; rotted leaf and earthworm, unnamed moulds and things. He adjusted the brim of the frayed baseball cap, rusty as if from batter's tar. But his tar was older, darker, earned. Glancing behind lest she catch him, he leaned back on two legs of his stool, wood on wood screeching as he settled on the porch. He could look forever on this, his land, so different from the fenced-in, hemmed places of his youth. Here the land stretched forever with not a soul on it. A wetness on his palm, and he reached back to stroke behind Fred's ears. The old dog nuzzled closer, savouring the moment.
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jgnat
He wiggled tight in to the window-frame beside his sister, in awe of the screaming scene below. It was Baghdad under seige; it was suburbia with warring neighbours. Invective sizzled across property lines, fingers jabbed in red faces. Surely something would explode, it would ignite in that much heat. He counted six of them, two families and in-laws. The men toe-to-toe on their property lines, bald heads glowing under the street-lights, heated words punching the air between them. The women, a few paces behind, "You bitch!", "Whore". Other jumbled wicked words he did not know but he tucked away for later. An older man and a woman paces behind the rest, stabbing out, "I told you it would come to this, they are no good, I tell you! Just.you.wait.until.the.cops.get.here."
He glanced across the street and he swore he saw the curtains flicker. Yup, his parents were putting on a show tonight. Farther down the street, he saw shadowed forms standing under their porch-lights. Looking but not interfering with the awesomeness of this battle.
The night air was different somehow, released from the relentless sun. Here are the smells of cut lawn, roasted tar and gravel-dust, mixed in with hard man-sweat with a wave of lilac over all. Leave it to his mom's fragrance to overpower everything.
A shudder beside him, and he turns to look at his sister. Her in her light shift, yes, she is shivering. Wimp. "You gonna cry or sometin? It's just old people fighting over notin." She wiggled out of his stare back in to the black bedroom. He forgot her and turned back to the show.
[That's all I've got now]
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clarity
My heart is pounding so hard that I can't hear the thumping
of boots behind me .... maybe it is over now .... the drunken
screams. I pleaded for those beggard people, so dirt poor only
a stupor redeems them.
Could my words have wounded so deeply... it is so quiet now ...
a small glow of burning embers is all that's left ...they've gone.
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The moss is cool as I sink into it, the front of my raggedy sleeve
turns dark as I wipe sweat and tears, my face burns.
Burns and burns, as a beacon to my clumsiness,
my foolish incompetence.
But the chides and rebukes must stop now ......now they know.
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My pounding heart slows and laying back in the coolness
I wonder what will happen when I get back.
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In a funny mood today I guess! haha
clarity
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rip van winkle
Words and imagination.
I enjoyed your marvelous stories.
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