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Showing the Abstract



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Sat Sep 08, 2012 5:33 am
ShakespeareWallah says...



this activity is about constructing a piece that is "about" an abstract idea, but to write about it entirely by example, showing us, not telling us, using concrete terms throughout.

EG: show us happiness, or submission, or anger, but without mentioning the abstract at all.

Don't tell us what the abstract noun/idea is, don't title the piece with it, but let us guess what we think it is, when your first draft is posted.

Any other ideas are fine of course
  





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Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:32 am
AlfredSymon says...



I'll just post it here!

The sun shone. The flowers bloomed beautifully. The light shone from across the meadow. Everything is subtle. Everything is asleep.
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The Tatterdemalion takes a tattle!

"Stories are like yarn; just hold on to the tip and let the ball roll away"
  





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Sun Feb 10, 2013 10:50 am
Alpha says...



Peace?
  





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Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:30 pm
wordsandwishes says...



Hidden beauty, or love?
  





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Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:14 am
ShakespeareWallah says...



My turn.

Standing in the living room of the house I have polished from top to bottom in anticipation of your arrival, my heart is fit to burst. I wipe my sweaty hands and try to calm my breathing to slow my heart. I have painted your old bedroom blue again and bought a spiderman spread for the bed, where I have placed the gift I wrapped. The card reads, 'from Granny' - I hope he'll like it as you would have done at that age. I hope he'll like me. In all his seven years, we've never met.
Opening the door I see immediately, you are alone. I smile and nod at the explanation of why it was not possible to bring him with you to back to England this time. I say I understand and while you go upstairs to wash and change after your long flight, I take myself to the garden shed. I'll need a moment to compose myself, splash my face at the kitchen sink and dry my eyes. I'll get over it; I'll have to. I guess I let my expectations fly too high.
  





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Thu Feb 14, 2013 11:20 pm
Cspr says...



Sorrow.

I'll try and do one of my own in a bit!
My SPD senses are tingling.
  





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Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:31 am
ShakespeareWallah says...



Kind of. I was going for disappointment and stuff but you got the gist.
  





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Sat Feb 16, 2013 6:33 pm
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wordsandwishes says...



Silence in the windows
and the eyes
of the soul.

Mentioned only once
by voices of the few
behind closed doors

Dark and hollow places
to cross.
  








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