Wednesday, March 23, 2011

303

Can't think
muuuust use writing proooooompts
here we go   prompt 303 from creativewritingprompts.com   I am supposed to (and also did)  start off with the sentence in blue  Also, if you know what Jason Statham sounds like in the movie the transporter (less British than usual), you know what the first man in the story sounds like/looks like(except darker skin and black hair)   Although, now that I think about it, he only has one line, so he isn't that important, but whatever.

          Catching a signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. He wore only black : black long sleeved button down shirt, sleeves rolled up, black dress pants. His buzzed black hair stood straight  "Do you think it's warm here," she asked while nervously looking around. "A little," his response was abrupt, rehearsed; standing tall he joined her. Together they purposefully  approached the exit exchanging not so much as a quick glance. Not even the intense excitement Angela's friend experienced completely distracted her from guilt, "I should have gone"
          five minutes later, with a too big backpack and a smile to match, Angela appeared at the doorway alone and ushered her friend outside.   
Ms. Nelson confidently approached, with a spark in her stride, a man, who matched the description: tall, buzzed black hair, black shirt. "Do you think it's warm in here?" he turned around looking surprised. "Not with my fancy new shirt" he slurred"It breathes." Her anger and confusion could be mistaken for nothing else as she abruptly turned around and left the lounge fearing the worst. Once outside, walking to the parking lot, she reached into her purse for her cigarettes and noticed something amiss.She had been right.

Cheeses of life(Ode to Cheese)

CORN ALERT


Cheese Ahoy! 
   Were it not mirrored by the oh so flavorful endeavors of life, it would be so that I may be unaware to the smelly delight!   


               Aged sharp cheddar white, Cheshire delight, and good old Saga Blue
Within these few there is not but truth, a waxed and and amber hue 
   whether riddled with holes or specks of blue, what cheese may please you no tyrant can ever undo