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Post by karenee on Aug 4, 2005 0:28:41 GMT -5
Have fun with words in this new story. My only request? Use real words. So... without further ado... It all began with a conversation about a word I don't like the sound of. I'll give all the credit for this idea to my friend. him: Well, I don't have quite such a violent reaction to the word 'blathering' me: I think mine is more related to the sound of the word, than the meaning him: ok, i'll speculate that it's a word of hybrid sounds that is unexpected a hard b instead of a soft v to go with the soft th me: huh, that's true. him: would 'vlathering' help? me: it always makes me think of someone in the background making faces and saying "blah, blah, blah" in a whiny tone. LOL the v takes away that association him: instead, you think of this background chorus of Russians named Vlad me: instead, I think of Vlad.. and a bath... with soap... ROFL him: And Vlad doesn't whine. His accent is appealing because it's different me: sure, Vlad doesn't whine... he has a deep operatic voice and chants very well ............................................................ And so the story began... One day, Vlad encountered a sturgeon on his way to the hospital. Of course, the fact that he was almost drowned at the time makes his memory of the event rather iffy. But it seems he mistrusted his surgeon forever after.
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Post by karenee on Aug 12, 2005 1:45:08 GMT -5
It was the carton that started it. He had seen the toad when he bent over to pick up the litter. When he toed it, he slid over the edge and soon found himself on a litter, being carried to the screaming ambulance.
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Post by karenee on Aug 24, 2005 22:59:55 GMT -5
*Fine, I'll just write this myself. Pick it up when you care to.*
After the ordeal, Vlad would often go, ostentiably to hunt deer in the woods, but one day he was seen by a friend leaning over a small stream and peering avidly into the water. He was heard to call, "Dear...Dearest!" but his peer was unsure of the rest, as he had then sighted an elk and gone to bag it.
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 21, 2005 16:00:54 GMT -5
"What an ecentric and ineffable young man" his friend thought as he ran to bag his accolade.
(As you can tell I am very out of practice with this writing stuff, I hope what I write is not too bad. I want to teach on the college level so that means I have to get published sooner or later. So, I am trying to start practicing. Anyway if you can give me any pointers I would greatly appreciate it. Also, I am sure I want to write Technical theological stuff, but I would also like to be a novelist/poet so please let me know what you think about the stuff ?I write when ever you get a chance. Thanx, and again I think you are really good.)
P.S. I am not trying to flatter. I am just seeking advice from yet another author who I admire.
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