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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.
3 comments:
From Kay:
RAIN
Parisian style art very often show rain slicked boulevards reflecting the colour of city lights .
The crystal threaded veil streaming through the limbs of the tall trees. The rain puddles
percolate with action responding to the downpour.
The solitary walks in the rain hideing from the world under my umburella , such privacy is warrented at times , maybe its the way we pull into ourselves nurturing our interiors rather
then exterior self.
The late nite sound on your windowpane like sand striking the glass, letting you know just how comfortable you are encased between warm flannelette sheets.
I hiked the West Coast Lifesaving Trail for the first time in the 70s. I still remember the two day’s events well: the way the rain lashed the beach and the sound of the tide as it approached the foot of our tent, and our mad scramble to move the tent higher up the beach in the middle of the night; our sodden tent weighing down our packs as we hiked along a rocky path in the blinding, endless sheets of rain, like zombies in a bad horror film; the welcoming warm bodies at the tiny cabin we barely reached safely near the end of a long day. Never again will take such risks on the trail.
—117 words total. Following Ian Brown’s style in his paragraph that begins “I skied in the first time . . .” Second sentence is 94 words long, exactly the same as Brown’s.
-“Rain on her face” writing:
“oh, ok. . . That’s what you really want” as she shed the tears in the rain beause she knows enough that if she cries in the rain, the people won’t notice her. It happened a long time ago, but she still remembers it as if it were happened yesterday. Her name is Rain, because she was born on a rainy day, and her favorite day is rainy day until that day. Right now, she hates the rain.
-84 words.
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