tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post8479305814739884812..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday February 21st, 2011Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-41696645480495860592011-02-23T23:59:38.401-08:002011-02-23T23:59:38.401-08:00Heather - to continue your metaphor, it was worth ...Heather - to continue your metaphor, it was worth every penny!<br /><br />I am intrigued, to say the least, about this masterpiece. Good to see you writing again :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-22104838127588445952011-02-23T21:35:37.506-08:002011-02-23T21:35:37.506-08:00A day late, but hopefully not a dollar short.
----...A day late, but hopefully not a dollar short.<br />-----<br /><br /><br />He came into the room sleek and ready. A bright sparkle sat in his eyes as he smiled warmly and shook hands firmly. He was the man of the moment. The man everyone wanted to know. The one they wanted to be.<br /><br />That was last month.<br /><br />Now he sits in his office and twirls his pen. He wonders where to put the finishing touches. He checks that he has dotted his i's and crossed his t's. Sighing, he looks at the already dried ink with an air of excitement and dread. His moment would come again soon. Like his masterpiece, it would be a thing of great beauty.<br /><br />He prepares for their reception; his and the masterpiece's. He calls his fellows aside. He talks to them about his idols, all powerful men that had at some point in their lives stood up to the world. He works them over, infusing them with a joy about the future that can only be reached by holding to the letter of the word in his masterpiece. But like every important moment in history, there must be some sacrifice.<br /><br />This was all two weeks ago.<br /><br />He stands at his window and watches the people amass. First came 5,000. Then 15,000- 35,000- and then 70,000. They have all come for him. His knuckles are white on the window sill. How could they be so misguided? So distrusting? So ungrateful? He told them what he would do. He told them and showed them for the last 8 years. How could they claim to be surprised? How could they call him a hustler? <br /><br />He pulls in a deep breath and his shoulders relax. It is his moment. He will need to make sacrifices. His reputation muddied, his intentions questioned, his blood argued cold and warm. But there will be no compromises on his masterpiece.<br /><br />This is today.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06237138428325062807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-46823252700271063282011-02-22T23:32:40.930-08:002011-02-22T23:32:40.930-08:00Greg - your hustler sounds a lot more fun to hang ...Greg - your hustler sounds a lot more fun to hang out with than my hustler :P<br /><br />Thinkenstein - I really liked how you connected each stanza through the closing lines of each one. Very nicely done.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-84842164200034065922011-02-22T06:35:49.206-08:002011-02-22T06:35:49.206-08:00One's in a boardroom and one's in a bar ro...One's in a boardroom and one's in a bar room<br />but is there really any difference?<br /><br />One robs you with loopholes and legalese<br />and one robs you with seduction and slight of hand<br />but is there really any difference?<br /><br />One has a piece of paper from an ivy league school<br />and one has scratches and scars and wounds<br />both magna cum laude in hustling you<br />and no, there's really not a difference.Thinkensteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12666396389998869727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-39610322177418246042011-02-22T00:18:50.083-08:002011-02-22T00:18:50.083-08:00More great pictures! Kingston looks beautiful, fr...More great pictures! Kingston looks beautiful, from the little we see here :) And the drive sounds... well, fun like a rollercoaster! I really like the first and third pictures today, they're both really well set-up. I think you were having fun with your camera while you were out there ;-)<br />I do feel a little sorry for your lost and nameless travellers today; they really don't know what's about to happen to them, do they?<br /><br /><b>the Hustler</b><br />He was stood at the edge of the room, watching the dance-floor with eagle-eyes. They were all out there, strutting their stuff; the men with their chests puffed out and medallions swinging, the women in sheer pants-suits that looked as though they'd been painted on. His eyes passed dispassionately over them, uncaring of their attempts to impress and seduce. He ignored the minor skirmishes as flares sliced at flares, couples cut up singles, and shapes were thrown just to get his attention.<br />Then the song ended, the Bee Gees high-pitched warble fading out and there was a moment of silence, just three seconds long while everyone waited.<br />The opening bars of <i>Do the hustle</i> played, a space opened up on the dance floor, and he moved swiftly into it. The Hustler was in the house!Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com