Use all (or some) of the verbs from the list in your piece.
gurgle, murmur, hum, stall, kiss, curse, scale, leap, tangle, fondle, flick, fry, kneel, nest, thread, buzz, flip, grasp
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- 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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I’m watching an insect crawl up my pant leg. My ears hum. It’s funny, but some liquid is going the wrong way down my cheek.
Something gurgles inside my chest. The insect continues to make its way up towards my waist. Voices murmur, or are they voices?
She kissed me goodbye today. I reach over to flick the insect but, funny, my arm didn’t follow my instructions. I curse.
A man kneels beside my shattered window. The buzz in my ears gets louder as he speaks. I grasp his hand in mine.
I am watching insects eat a dead frog, a swarm of ants having a feast.
They are all over the place, some even reach my foot. I pick and flick--one from my ankle, one from my toe--them into the air. I kiss them goodbye. Flies are flying, buzzing close to my ears. I left the frog’s carcass. I leap over grasses and scree and go to a stream. (Someone is beeping the horn of a car--Is it time to go home?) I cup the cold water, gurgle it, and spit it as high as I could. I grasp a handful of stones, throw them into the water and watch the undulating waves. (Someone is shouting my name.) I kneel and hide behind boughs, and lo, a squirrel flipping! I jump for joy. My mother finds me. Bye-bye nature, I murmur.
She stalls the door of the van, and told me to wash my hands first. I go to the washroom and clean myself. I fondle with the soap and nest the soiled foam in my hands. She is frying a fish while humming a Skeeter Davis song. I thread my way through our cluttered van and grab my guitar. I scaled my fingers on its fret-board but immediately put it aside. I am not in the mood to play music. I want to run and play outside! I dash into the doorway but I trip on a electric cord. I untangle it and go out back into the woods. (I hear my mother cursing my name.)
(Sorry, I didn't realize I had forgotten to use the word list in my piece until after my 2nd draft! I'll leave it in for fun, anyway!):
I'm watching an insect crawl along the floor. I don't know the name for it. I suppose bugs have names? Not like my name. I don't mean Joe or Stu. I mean names like birds have: bluejay,sparrow. That sort of thing. I don't know. But I'm not supposed to know, right? I mean I'm known to have smarts, but c'mon.
I should pounce on that bug. Put it out of its misery. What kind of life could it possibly have? Nothing like my life, I know that. I love my life. I doubt it loves its life. What's there to love? And how long could it live, anyway? Compared to my years, I'll live an eternity!
Why do bugs exist, anyway? Just to bug you? (He, he). Now, me, at least I have talent and skill. Besides, I don't mind saying, I'm good company too. Bugs, cha! Good for nothing.
Aach, the back of my neck's itchy. Don't you just hate having an itch you just can't scratch? Ah, there. Got it.
"Bruno, dinner time, here boy!"
Oh, my master's calling me. Chow time again. Ah, a dog's life. Now that's living.
I'm watching an insect fly around the room. I can hear the buzz of its wings. There's also the hum of traffic noise outside. Funny what you hear when everything's still. In the activity of everyday movement, one would neglect to hear such things. But this was no ordinary day.
There was a man laying beside me. A gurgling came from his throat. Blood trickled from his mouth. He was still alive.
I watched as one of the masked men murmured something to the teller. She handed him a bag and almost got her hand tangled in the strap. She was shaking.
He cursed at her and leaped onto the counter. She grasped the counter's edge, almost falling. He pointed the rifle at her and told her to kneel on the floor. She obeyed.
I, myself, shook as I watched this scene unfold in front of me. The sweat dripped down my forehead into my eyes and stung. I wiped the sweat with the back of my hand and flicked it off. When was this moment going to end?
"Let's move!" the leader yelled.
I grasped my own rifle with both hands and headed towards the front door. I turned my head one last time and looked at the gurgling man on the floor.
"Damn, why did he have to play the hero?" I thought.
I’m watching an insect fly and buzz in front of my eyes. I’m waking up by the noise from a sweet dream. The object pats its wings and gurgles to me, I curse back with irritation. I try to flick it off, but the pleasant bumblebee wants to fondle me: threading a lamp, stalling at a corner, and nesting its tail. “Hum, your deadline is coming!” I murmur. I grasp a pat, leap up to catch it… The result is I fall down on the bed; I kneel up again, ready for the second attack. “Come on, flyer, I will fry you this time,” I scale the wall in hidden; just give it a powerful offensive. The small creature flips its two tiny wings, doesn’t want to tangle with me anymore, skillfully flies out, not forget give a gentle kiss to my door.
I’m watching an insect beside a gurgling stream in the park with my wife. Also there are humming bees and murmuring trees. This kind of insect could leap much more than high glasses. I catch the tiny insect, kiss it and grasp with my both palms shaped like nest. My wife kneels down beside me, fondle and flick it with her finger several times and let it fly into the air.
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