The exercise:
Write about: a search.
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Showing posts with label Searching Prompt. Show all posts
Sunday April 26th, 2015
The exercise:
Write about: the search.
Had a nice Sunday with the family, capped off by transplanting our cabbage and broccoli plants into the garden in the late afternoon. Max was periodically helpful - when he wasn't trampling the seedlings or refusing to let me use the trowel because he needed it - and actually pretty good at separating the plants when there were two or three per cell.
I can just imagine what it'll be like out there with him in a couple of years.
Mine:
Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking. It's too soon to give up. Don't give up. Keep looking.
What about over there? No? Okay. That's okay. Just keep looking, all right? This is important. You understand that, don't you? Good. Good. Keep looking, will you? For me? Good.
It has to be around here somewhere. I mean, where else could it possibly be? Right? There's no way it escaped the house, just no way. So it's gotta be in here. Thinking it's been lost or forgotten. That would be worse, I think. Believing you've been forgotten?
But that's not what happened here. Okay? I know that it's missing. I haven't forgotten it ever existed. I'm not stupid. Okay? Good. Now help me find it already. Just keep looking!
My sanity has to be around here somewhere...
Write about: the search.
Had a nice Sunday with the family, capped off by transplanting our cabbage and broccoli plants into the garden in the late afternoon. Max was periodically helpful - when he wasn't trampling the seedlings or refusing to let me use the trowel because he needed it - and actually pretty good at separating the plants when there were two or three per cell.
I can just imagine what it'll be like out there with him in a couple of years.
Mine:
Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking. It's too soon to give up. Don't give up. Keep looking.
What about over there? No? Okay. That's okay. Just keep looking, all right? This is important. You understand that, don't you? Good. Good. Keep looking, will you? For me? Good.
It has to be around here somewhere. I mean, where else could it possibly be? Right? There's no way it escaped the house, just no way. So it's gotta be in here. Thinking it's been lost or forgotten. That would be worse, I think. Believing you've been forgotten?
But that's not what happened here. Okay? I know that it's missing. I haven't forgotten it ever existed. I'm not stupid. Okay? Good. Now help me find it already. Just keep looking!
My sanity has to be around here somewhere...
Monday October 4th, 2010
The exercise:
Write about: searching.
I enjoyed the movie last night, but I had the advantage of not having read the book first. Kat was not so fortunate. I can relate.
Mine:
I wander between the rows,
Grass tickling my bare feet;
I'm searching for a tasty snack
To help beat this heat.
I find the perfect apple
And lean in for a taste,
But I end up making spiders
Homeless with my face.
Thus begins the spastic dance
Brought on by cobwebbed eyes;
If there's a spider in my hair
I'll scream 'till I die.
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