Free Writing - Sound
Sound noise audio. Audio. A girl plays a flute. Play. Plays. The sound of chimes, wind, wind chimes. A soft breeze and the flood between silence and noise. Noise. A tone for contact, allegro, allegro brisk, quick, allegro, a flute, a girl plays a flute and there is contact Contact, brief, brisk contact. Contact. A note, lilt, up, down. On and on, staccato. Brief, precise, noise. Noise. Static. Harsh, broken, flaring up and down. Noise, static, the sound of televisions on and off, blips, beeps, clicks. Click. Repeated, firing, fast, machine gun, clicks. Clicking, sputtering, empty, dry, dry noise. Sound. Tempo.
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Saturday, October 20, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Writing - Diary of Black Death
Writing - Diary of Black Death
I think I'll stay in this quaint little English village to begin with. The countryside is beautiful, and I am oft finding myself taken with moments of profound joy looking skyward. The inhabitants however are rude and jostling. Won't they be in for a surprise. They ask too many penetrating questions of strangers and travelers. Still I think I'll put my feet up here for a time.
I think I'll stay in this quaint little English village to begin with. The countryside is beautiful, and I am oft finding myself taken with moments of profound joy looking skyward. The inhabitants however are rude and jostling. Won't they be in for a surprise. They ask too many penetrating questions of strangers and travelers. Still I think I'll put my feet up here for a time.
Writing - Enchilada Microwave Dinner
Writing - Enchilada Microwave Dinner
Beep.
Beep.
Garret mumbled to himself. Consciousness couldn't come fast enough. Bleary eyed and blinking.
What was that?
Beep.
Beep.
Garret mumbled to himself. Consciousness couldn't come fast enough. Bleary eyed and blinking.
What was that?
Writing - Opera Jumps
Writing - Opera Jumps
Could she hear it? Outside the buzz, the crowd, the sounds and the feeling. It permeated the senses, overrode the stone and concrete around them. Somewhere far away, she knew that the orchestra was warming up, they would tune and re-tune. Somewhere else a singer was warming up her vocals, others were moving around, checking paperwork, lights came on and disappeared, sounds erupted out of speakers.
She jumped. Hopping anxiously from one foot to another, then springing with both feet planted as high as possible. Everyone had a role to play, everyone in a moment to do a something that fit all the facets. They played, blew, sang. She moved. So different, so alike.
Not alone though, never alone.
That was a piece of 2 minute writing I did tonight at the prompting of http://www.twitter.com/ainsleyhillyard Her prompt: Opera jumps.
Could she hear it? Outside the buzz, the crowd, the sounds and the feeling. It permeated the senses, overrode the stone and concrete around them. Somewhere far away, she knew that the orchestra was warming up, they would tune and re-tune. Somewhere else a singer was warming up her vocals, others were moving around, checking paperwork, lights came on and disappeared, sounds erupted out of speakers.
She jumped. Hopping anxiously from one foot to another, then springing with both feet planted as high as possible. Everyone had a role to play, everyone in a moment to do a something that fit all the facets. They played, blew, sang. She moved. So different, so alike.
Not alone though, never alone.
That was a piece of 2 minute writing I did tonight at the prompting of http://www.twitter.com/ainsleyhillyard Her prompt: Opera jumps.
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