Min första dikt. Skulle ge miljön en stämming. Miljö: the dusty road, stämning: suspense.
Red glimmering sand
Creates a layer of dirt
Crusty and hard on the wanderer’s feet
The coyotes sing in the night
Like the woman that lost her child to them
They know it’s happening again
A shadow grows longer
The moon watches in despair
The sand crusts and hardens
All that remains is a red glimmering footprint
On the wooden porch
tisdag 2 oktober 2007
First draft - Try this 3.6
Write a paragraph of no more than a hundred words presenting a character through authorial interpretation. Cover at least five years in the character's life, four qualities he or she possesses, three important events and two habitual actions.
The scars of the endless number of fat camps never healed. The now thirty-something successful lawyer with the perfect outside drove across town to an all-hours candy store to stuff his new BMW full of the forbidden, like always on Thursdays. He took pleasure in knowing that he had them all fooled. He remembered the day that made him change, from the obvious to the secret. It was her and the way she looked at him. As usual, he turned his loaded car left instead of right just to make sure she was at home. But the lights were out.
The scars of the endless number of fat camps never healed. The now thirty-something successful lawyer with the perfect outside drove across town to an all-hours candy store to stuff his new BMW full of the forbidden, like always on Thursdays. He took pleasure in knowing that he had them all fooled. He remembered the day that made him change, from the obvious to the secret. It was her and the way she looked at him. As usual, he turned his loaded car left instead of right just to make sure she was at home. But the lights were out.
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