tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post8019285716158610805..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday June 23rd, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-12806834231822508442014-07-05T17:04:15.293-07:002014-07-05T17:04:15.293-07:00Morganna - hah, yes, I fully agree with Greg's...Morganna - hah, yes, I fully agree with Greg's assessment here :)<br /><br />Greg - no, I don't think Max has caught on quite yet. Let him play and enjoy himself for now...<br /><br />Thanks for the kind words on mine :)<br /><br />I really enjoyed yours as well, though I had to look up Tontine to fully get the ending. I'm not sure I'd try the space-time continuum soup either, but I'd be curious to see someone else give it a go!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-13455309138187869152014-07-03T07:44:14.958-07:002014-07-03T07:44:14.958-07:00@Morganna: that's a great poem, with the autho...@Morganna: that's a great poem, with the authorship really delivering a great punchline! Is it written from experience by any chance?<br /><br />@Marc: getting someone lined up well in advance sounds like a good plan! I wonder if Max realises that he's just the long-term version of that plan...? :)<br />That's an intriguing narrator, and entirely fitting for your style of writing I think. Standing in the shadows and pulling strings... definitely! There's some lovely comparisons in there too; I enjoyed reading this :)<br /><br /><b>Strings</b><br />He named the restaurants <i>Strings</i> and his mother never spoke to him again. She recognised the intent: he was cutting the apron strings and branching out on his own, doing his own thing and leaving her behind. She never gave up her own restaurant though, which she'd hoped he take over one day, situated on the other side of the road.<br /><i>Strings</i> served fusion cuisine with a twist: in every dish there was some element that either looked like a string or could be likened to a string. Some were easy to spot: all of the spaghetti dishes were obvious even to someone just reading the menu. Some were less so: that the courgettes were shaved into thin strings for the main lamb dish often came as a surprise. The liquorice rope tied around the cheesecakes for dessert also surprised and thrilled the customers.<br />And some had to be taken on trust: the space-time continuum soup was alleged made by applied string theory to cookery, but it was hard to know what that meant. Not many people ordered the soup, and odd things were reported to happen to those who did. But his mother spread the worst of the rumours, so they weren't really to be trusted.<br />On the day after they'd served their 10,000th customer he stood outside his restaurant in the weak morning sun feeling proud, and looked across the road. To his surprise his mother had renamed her restaurant. He looked at the new name, and felt a sense of dread: <i>Tontine</i>.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-73121514389736648812014-06-24T07:57:39.646-07:002014-06-24T07:57:39.646-07:00I found these strings,
Pretty purple strings
Now ...I found these strings,<br />Pretty purple strings <br />Now I'm trying to eat them <br />Pretty purple strings <br />But they taste all dry (worse than my food) <br />Pretty purple strings <br />Now Mom's yelling and taking them away (what's embroidery thread?)<br />Goodbye, pretty purple strings<br />-- The Dogmorgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.com