Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
Wednesday April 17th, 2019
The exercise: Write about a: highlight. Second day down. On my own tomorrow, though Amy will only be a phone call away after training me for the last two days. Then... four day Easter weekend, yes please and thank you very much.
Good luck tomorrow then, though I'm sure you're more worried than you have cause to be. It's not like anyone's going to leave dead fish in the Town Hall, or have a lobster boil on the front lawn... right? Yes, I'm sure I'm right :)
Highlight The posters around Sixticton read Aegon Hood, Prince of Dragons and depicted Braydon Grosspein (13) as the blonde Aegon Hood: defender of the oppressed, liberator of riches and rider of dragons. Behind him, Josie Malheureuse (8) posed as a rather wanton looking Maid Marion, her hair disheveled as though she'd just come from bed and her lipstick artistically awry. Further in the background sundry Merry Men appeared to be kicking evil King Robjohn in the crotch. "It's very good," said Emma, chewing her bottom lip. "But is it... appropriate? I mean, look at the size of Braydon's codpiece. Is that really what we want advertising WrongStart?" Simon looked over her shoulder. "He's not wearing a codpiece," he said. "The wardrobe mistress said something about there not being enough room for it." Emma dropped the poster, staring wide eyed at Simon. It started to flutter to the floor, but Simon caught it, crouching deftly. He stood up again. "You remember," he said. "Braydon's got the tumour on his thigh? He's been excused every sport except Pickleball this term." "Oh," said Emma, sounding faint. "Oh right, yes. Well, back to... back to how appropriate this is...." "The Headmaster says that this helps showcase that there's no discrimination at WrongStart," said Simon. "His exact words were, umm, let me see... 'Even the crippled kids can be useful here'." Emma sat down, and rolled her eyes. "Can't be even try and be politically correct?" she said. "What if the kids overhear him?" "Actually a lot of what he says is the highlight of my day," said Simon. "He's blunt about things, but you know he means well. And you never have to worry about what this word or that word means this week, because all of his words are unambiguous. It just means that we can't let him talk to the parents much, but he doesn't like them anyway. It works." Emma stood up again. "I think he could try a little harder," she said. "But back to the poster. Maid Marion looks a bit..." "Available? The script-writer said he was aiming for a Cersei vibe from her. Apparantly there's a bit that got cut where it was revealed that one of the Merry Men is her brother." "Fine," said Emma, resisting the urge to put her hands over her ears. "But you can't agree that the violence against King Robjohn is suitable. That shouldn't be on the poster." "They had to blur his face," said Simon, studying it carefully. "Apparantly he was enjoying it too much during the photoshoot." There was a long pause, and then Emma rolled the poster up. "When's the last showing?" she asked. "Next Wednesday." "I'm going on leave," she said. "You can tell me about it if I come back."
Greg - had almost forgotten about the lobsters. Thanks.
'... but he doesn't like them anyway. It works.' is somehow one of my favorite parts of this. There are, however, many, many highlights throughout, if you'll pardon me making use of the prompt one more time.
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Good luck tomorrow then, though I'm sure you're more worried than you have cause to be. It's not like anyone's going to leave dead fish in the Town Hall, or have a lobster boil on the front lawn... right?
Yes, I'm sure I'm right :)
Highlight
The posters around Sixticton read Aegon Hood, Prince of Dragons and depicted Braydon Grosspein (13) as the blonde Aegon Hood: defender of the oppressed, liberator of riches and rider of dragons. Behind him, Josie Malheureuse (8) posed as a rather wanton looking Maid Marion, her hair disheveled as though she'd just come from bed and her lipstick artistically awry. Further in the background sundry Merry Men appeared to be kicking evil King Robjohn in the crotch.
"It's very good," said Emma, chewing her bottom lip. "But is it... appropriate? I mean, look at the size of Braydon's codpiece. Is that really what we want advertising WrongStart?"
Simon looked over her shoulder. "He's not wearing a codpiece," he said. "The wardrobe mistress said something about there not being enough room for it."
Emma dropped the poster, staring wide eyed at Simon. It started to flutter to the floor, but Simon caught it, crouching deftly. He stood up again. "You remember," he said. "Braydon's got the tumour on his thigh? He's been excused every sport except Pickleball this term."
"Oh," said Emma, sounding faint. "Oh right, yes. Well, back to... back to how appropriate this is...."
"The Headmaster says that this helps showcase that there's no discrimination at WrongStart," said Simon. "His exact words were, umm, let me see... 'Even the crippled kids can be useful here'."
Emma sat down, and rolled her eyes. "Can't be even try and be politically correct?" she said. "What if the kids overhear him?"
"Actually a lot of what he says is the highlight of my day," said Simon. "He's blunt about things, but you know he means well. And you never have to worry about what this word or that word means this week, because all of his words are unambiguous. It just means that we can't let him talk to the parents much, but he doesn't like them anyway. It works."
Emma stood up again. "I think he could try a little harder," she said. "But back to the poster. Maid Marion looks a bit..."
"Available? The script-writer said he was aiming for a Cersei vibe from her. Apparantly there's a bit that got cut where it was revealed that one of the Merry Men is her brother."
"Fine," said Emma, resisting the urge to put her hands over her ears. "But you can't agree that the violence against King Robjohn is suitable. That shouldn't be on the poster."
"They had to blur his face," said Simon, studying it carefully. "Apparantly he was enjoying it too much during the photoshoot."
There was a long pause, and then Emma rolled the poster up. "When's the last showing?" she asked.
"Next Wednesday."
"I'm going on leave," she said. "You can tell me about it if I come back."
Greg - had almost forgotten about the lobsters. Thanks.
'... but he doesn't like them anyway. It works.' is somehow one of my favorite parts of this. There are, however, many, many highlights throughout, if you'll pardon me making use of the prompt one more time.
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