But anyway. I had to write a short story/vignette using ten of the fifteen words they suggested to me. Alrighty, just to let you know something. I HATE when I get writing assignments that are like "write a short story about something that we're going to spoon feed you." Where's the creativity? So I had this argument with my textbook in my head.
"Fine. I'll write your stupid paper. But it's going to make NO sense. See how you like that!"
Anyway. Here's what I came up with.
I took myself on a walk down the street today. It wasn’t a very nice day, and it was unknown even to me why I preferred a walk on a day like it. A heavy rain spilled itself from the sky, and gutters, into the street. The light was gray, and not a single bit of vegetation was in sight. Not even a small tree to line the dirty cobblestone sidewalk. I walked the stretch of the road, which is exactly one mile long. I know that it is one mile long because I have walked it many a day, on just days like this: dreary and cold.
I was becoming almost too chilly even for myself to bear, so I stepped inside a grungy old pub, whose storefront hinted the poverty of its inmates. It was without a doubt the cheapest pub in this town, which was why it was located on this very street, the cheapest street in this town. A cheap bell hung over the cheap door let off a cheap ring as I entered. The few old men who sat with their beers looked up at me for a moment, then went back to their drinking. I went to the bar and asked for a beer on tap. The bartender turned to fill a glass for me, while I dug through my coin purse for the fee. I paid the man, and took a large swallow of the beer. It was bitter and flat, as it always was at this pub, the cheapest pub in the cheapest part of town.
I asked the bartender if he had any peanuts for sale. He looked at me as if I was completely insane.
“Peanuts? This is a PUB! We have beer. And ale. And anything alcoholic you want to drink. Want some peanuts? Go uptown for your darn peanuts!”
I was becoming almost too chilly even for myself to bear, so I stepped inside a grungy old pub, whose storefront hinted the poverty of its inmates. It was without a doubt the cheapest pub in this town, which was why it was located on this very street, the cheapest street in this town. A cheap bell hung over the cheap door let off a cheap ring as I entered. The few old men who sat with their beers looked up at me for a moment, then went back to their drinking. I went to the bar and asked for a beer on tap. The bartender turned to fill a glass for me, while I dug through my coin purse for the fee. I paid the man, and took a large swallow of the beer. It was bitter and flat, as it always was at this pub, the cheapest pub in the cheapest part of town.
I asked the bartender if he had any peanuts for sale. He looked at me as if I was completely insane.
“Peanuts? This is a PUB! We have beer. And ale. And anything alcoholic you want to drink. Want some peanuts? Go uptown for your darn peanuts!”
--Christina
PS. the words I had to use were: street, gutter, tree, tap, ring, purse, swallow, peanut, light, rain
1 comment:
so what were the words you had to use?
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