Weekly assignment from creative writing
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Category: Original
Rating: G
Genre: General
Summary: A short character sketch-esc thing I wrote
Status: Complete
In creative writing, we had to write something with absolutely NO adjectives. It was torture to try, but I think it came out pretty well.
"It's snowing!"
Two words I love to hear on a Friday afternoon as I step out of the schoolhouse for the quest home. I slide my coat on and wander across the road to the sidewalk, my eyes never once leaving the sky. The smile I wear stretches wider as I watch the snow waltz down to the earth, blinking as they decide they like to grab onto my glasses and eyelashes and not let go. I shiver and giggle at one snowflake landing on my tongue, and toss my head once, sparkling with snow from my hair.
I turn my attention to an apartment complex to my right. Every single balcony and window sparkles with blinky-lights, Santa Clauses, and garlands of leaves and tinsel. The pond down the hill on the other side of me is still and frozen. My grin threatens to rip the sides of my face apart.
I stop walking, looking up at the sky again. "Silver Bells" rings in my head, and not long after, pushes its way out through my mouth as I sing along.
Silver bells...
Silver bells...
It's Christmas time in the city...
Ringling...
Hear them ring...
Soon it will be Christmas Day...
Not knowing the next verse, I start to hum, swaying back and forth in my spot. Without thinking, I place a foot on the side of the hill, making sure it was safe before hopping off the sidewalk and onto the grass, sliding down the slope with a shriek of joy. I jump to my feet and start to brush snow off of my pants, but think better of it. I look around at all the space I found from coming down, and was almost overcome with fits of giggles, and I started dancing.
Having never learned to dance, on any other day you would never see me twirling about like this, waltzing with the snowflakes and playing with the breeze. I know the neighbors in the houses across from me are watching. I'm even certain that they are calling their spouses and children to the windows or fetching their cameras, watching this girl dancing in the snow. But I don't care. With Christmas only ten days away, and now this flurry of white falling from the sky, why wouldn't I want to twirl and skip the rest of the way home?
Category: Original
Rating: G
Genre: General
Summary: A short character sketch-esc thing I wrote
Status: Complete
In creative writing, we had to write something with absolutely NO adjectives. It was torture to try, but I think it came out pretty well.
"It's snowing!"
Two words I love to hear on a Friday afternoon as I step out of the schoolhouse for the quest home. I slide my coat on and wander across the road to the sidewalk, my eyes never once leaving the sky. The smile I wear stretches wider as I watch the snow waltz down to the earth, blinking as they decide they like to grab onto my glasses and eyelashes and not let go. I shiver and giggle at one snowflake landing on my tongue, and toss my head once, sparkling with snow from my hair.
I turn my attention to an apartment complex to my right. Every single balcony and window sparkles with blinky-lights, Santa Clauses, and garlands of leaves and tinsel. The pond down the hill on the other side of me is still and frozen. My grin threatens to rip the sides of my face apart.
I stop walking, looking up at the sky again. "Silver Bells" rings in my head, and not long after, pushes its way out through my mouth as I sing along.
Silver bells...
Silver bells...
It's Christmas time in the city...
Ringling...
Hear them ring...
Soon it will be Christmas Day...
Not knowing the next verse, I start to hum, swaying back and forth in my spot. Without thinking, I place a foot on the side of the hill, making sure it was safe before hopping off the sidewalk and onto the grass, sliding down the slope with a shriek of joy. I jump to my feet and start to brush snow off of my pants, but think better of it. I look around at all the space I found from coming down, and was almost overcome with fits of giggles, and I started dancing.
Having never learned to dance, on any other day you would never see me twirling about like this, waltzing with the snowflakes and playing with the breeze. I know the neighbors in the houses across from me are watching. I'm even certain that they are calling their spouses and children to the windows or fetching their cameras, watching this girl dancing in the snow. But I don't care. With Christmas only ten days away, and now this flurry of white falling from the sky, why wouldn't I want to twirl and skip the rest of the way home?
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Date: 2004-12-09 11:07 am (UTC)Have you turned this in yet? Do you want my comments?
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Date: 2004-12-09 12:36 pm (UTC)And feedback is always spiffy Just remember; no smoking. But I don't think you have to be told that :)