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dotinthesky) wrote2006-10-22 08:55 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2006-10-22 08:55 pm
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Using the Random Search Productively
Creative writing exercise: find a random post (you can do that through My LJ, for example) and select one sentence from the entry.
Paste that sentence into a word document and write a page of prose/poem that includes it.
I used this girl's post, and chose the sentence And lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that i CARE first.
The phone rang all morning, but Sarah made a point of not picking it up. She knew it would be one of them, breathing down the line, calling her names – trying their best to make her cry. She let the phone ring for an hour before pulling its cord from the socket.
When Lindsey came home from cheerleading practice, she called her into the kitchen and asked her to sit down. Lindsey pretended not to hear her; she stood by the fridge, twisting her hair and chewing a banana, while reading their mom's latest note.
‘I know what you’re up to,’ Sarah said, crossing her arms. ‘I want you to stop.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re crazy.’
‘Oh really? So you think I don’t know what you’ve been telling your friends about me? Why do you hate me so much?’
‘Get a grip, Sarah. I don’t care.’
Lindsey spun on her heels and was about to leave the kitchen when Sarah grabbed her arm and pulled her down on a stool by the counter.
‘Not so fast,’ she said.
‘Ouch, you bitch! You are hurting me!’
‘How dare you spread lies about me in school?’
Lindsey, still pretending she didn’t know what was going on, slammed her palms on the counter and shouted at her eldest sister:
‘For crying out loud! I have no clue what you’re talking about!’
‘This house’s phone has been ringing non-stop, the whole morning. I picked it up the first three times and heard girls screaming at me, breathing loudly, basically acting like imbeciles. Now why would they do that?’
‘Because they are your friends and they have nothing better to do with their time?’
This infuriated Sarah. Lindsey knew as well as anyone else that Sarah didn’t have any friends.
‘When you’ve got some proof I’m involved with this, you get back to me,’ Lindsey said, lifting her chin defiantly and stomping out of the kitchen.
‘And Lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that I CARE first,’ Sarah shouted at her sister’s retreating form.
Paste that sentence into a word document and write a page of prose/poem that includes it.
I used this girl's post, and chose the sentence And lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that i CARE first.
The phone rang all morning, but Sarah made a point of not picking it up. She knew it would be one of them, breathing down the line, calling her names – trying their best to make her cry. She let the phone ring for an hour before pulling its cord from the socket.
When Lindsey came home from cheerleading practice, she called her into the kitchen and asked her to sit down. Lindsey pretended not to hear her; she stood by the fridge, twisting her hair and chewing a banana, while reading their mom's latest note.
‘I know what you’re up to,’ Sarah said, crossing her arms. ‘I want you to stop.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re crazy.’
‘Oh really? So you think I don’t know what you’ve been telling your friends about me? Why do you hate me so much?’
‘Get a grip, Sarah. I don’t care.’
Lindsey spun on her heels and was about to leave the kitchen when Sarah grabbed her arm and pulled her down on a stool by the counter.
‘Not so fast,’ she said.
‘Ouch, you bitch! You are hurting me!’
‘How dare you spread lies about me in school?’
Lindsey, still pretending she didn’t know what was going on, slammed her palms on the counter and shouted at her eldest sister:
‘For crying out loud! I have no clue what you’re talking about!’
‘This house’s phone has been ringing non-stop, the whole morning. I picked it up the first three times and heard girls screaming at me, breathing loudly, basically acting like imbeciles. Now why would they do that?’
‘Because they are your friends and they have nothing better to do with their time?’
This infuriated Sarah. Lindsey knew as well as anyone else that Sarah didn’t have any friends.
‘When you’ve got some proof I’m involved with this, you get back to me,’ Lindsey said, lifting her chin defiantly and stomping out of the kitchen.
‘And Lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that I CARE first,’ Sarah shouted at her sister’s retreating form.
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im just totally meesed up today
I’ve had a hard weekend. Climbing trees, chasing defenceless small birds, getting friendly with humans (suckers!) for treats and affection whenever the whim takes me.
It would be a charmed life if it wasn’t for those damned meeses. It may sound horribly clichéd, but I really do hate meeses to pieces. Twitching their impertinent little noses, galloping around on my territory! Dropping tiny little anti-nuggets of mouse poo on my hallowed ground. The scurrying; oh, the horrible scurrying... Wiggling their grim worm-like tails as they scamper across my domain. Little bastards.
I have learned that, in all nine of my lives, there are three things that I can’t catch. Birds: easy. Humans: a piece of piss. But I can’t catch aeroplanes; however high I jump, they always seem to be just that teasingly small distance too high. And I can’t catch “Wheel People” (what do they call them, bicyclers or something?) because they just zoom by, and never seem to pause for breath. I expect that they must rule the human world.
The third category of evasion is meeses. This one really hurts. Look at those tiny little legs! And that minuscule little head; surely there is no room whatsoever for a brain in there? And yet they evade me. Every single time. The saddest thing is that they don’t even do it to taunt me; they seem completely oblivious to the gauntlet that they’re throwing down in front of my paws, the abject sense of failure which they saturate my life with. It sometimes feels like they’re killing me.
I chased six meeses this afternoon, and every single one of the buggers zipped into the nearest hole as if they were being whipped in by a piece of violently strong elastic. When the next appearance is made, I don’t even know whether I have the emotional stamina to chase the seventh. I’m just totally meesed up today.
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Many thanks x
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Alternatively, you can go here http://www.livejournal.com/portal/ then pick one randomly to read.
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modest in its
dependence on random culture
celebration walks the line
do not fear enemy
I fear friendship
walk
hand with
brother human our foibles look in to each others
mirrors the night sets in
attack the rumour
first and fire works
last
quiet fears
find truth
universal
good fortune son
however little known the feelings
David Bowie suggesting
I might fall into his arms like
flower pouting &
posing hipster
I remember
bored and dying in
unknown city we all live in
separation and difference is staring
empty circles fog before
noon wandered downtown's streets sad
last night until the moment
fingers trace tears
across your face how complete
become children play at love
away from faces that stare make it up
as you go along another sunset
always this happy shiny person of smiles
of love and understand
all ways seems enough can not
decide on which myth
to believe in now
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Peace&Love, -David
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