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A place for Writing 12 students to read each other's writing, to critique, to suggest, to improve.
About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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Writing style
Style of writers vary requarding the individual writer and subject,
anywhere from flamboyant,romantic,
mystery,academic,rough and tough etc.
Personification
The car gave up the ghost. The ignition balked and coughed.Joe felt a very close kinship to the old buggy ... Defeated with age.
She was staring at the mirror, at the woman who seemed to be copying her every move, mimicking her. “What’s your problem?” She asked, her eyes—fiery, fierce, unfaltering—towards the mirror.
“Nothing,” the mirror replied, telepathically, too. She was talking to the mirror using the power of her brain, and the mirror was doing the same, also. “It’s just that . . . You know. . . You are ugly.”
She hit the mirror with her trembling fist, leaving a kaleidoscopic web on it.
“Shut up! You are uglier than me!”
“Yes, I am. But at least, unlike you, I am happy.”
She wanted give the mirror one more punch, but her fist was bleeding , so as the mirror’s face. “I hate you,” she said. “
“See you soon,” the mirror replied.
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