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Writing Assignment: After
Posted by Tabby
July 28, 2008
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Write what happened just after the photograph, below, was taken.


Tabby’s Entry:

i run into the arms that protect me
and hold on tight

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Ariella’s Entry:

You’ve left the enchantment of the forest somewhere behind you on the trail.
Deep, thick woods will always wait for you to return.

You decide now, though, to leave them for good.

Allison Mack’s Entry:

grown out of her socks
out of the bow that so delicately droops off the side of her head
a wilted flower indented on the side of a vase
a kid on a roller-coaster smashed into the safety bar
losing cotton candy
finding popcorn
taking both and running
no more holding
no more cicadas
no more thorn, bushes, and bugs
just socks that suffocate and a ribbon taking the eternal bow
innocence lost

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skahahoo

July 28, 2008

bye bye butterfly
i hope you come back soon
i will practice flying
then i’ll race you to the moon.


skahahoo

July 28, 2008

Hehe…clever prompt…the before and after thing. :)


Emma

July 29, 2008

@Skakahoo, that is sooo cute… You used Butterfly, and it rhymes, very good!
ok, let me think for a bit before I send mine…
xx


Emma

July 29, 2008

Woah woah … topple over!
Little Lilly’s latest accessory to her pinafore…..mud!
A sight to behold….
Shaking her crimson hair, she inches herslef into an upright-seated position; spitting out tiny leaves, and suddenly…. burps up a little frog!


Emma

July 29, 2008

typ-o.. herself*


Maric

July 29, 2008

“There you are little red. And just what have you done with your hood.”
Said the suspiciously wolf-like grandmother. lol


whitney clayton

July 29, 2008

Gathering delicate lilies in the meadow
This place is filled of delight and of innocence
Like a soul of a child
Amazed with wonder
This place reminds her of home
But this is not home
The smell of aroma putting her at peace
The way her mothers home made pie
Feels the air like a scented candle
The feel of the roughness of the weeds itches
Her soft skin
She hears a soft voice yelling her name from a far
Her mother is calling her for supper
She gathers the lilies and stands up while brushing the dirt from her dress
The beautiful white dress with the brown bow
As she starts to leave the meadow she can hear
the voice become louder
Every inch she takes the voice comes closer
And she starts to run
And when the meadow finally comes to an end
Her mother is awaiting her
Now she is home


Lindsey

July 30, 2008

Sun shines brightly down on me.
A new dress, made for a day like this.
A meadow filled with flowers in shades of blue.
A butterfly with guilded wings.
The sun slowly sets and I make my way home
greeted with my father and his new camera;
my first summer memory in my new dress.


skahahoo

July 30, 2008

@Emma – lol…yours is funny! Great image with the mud, and ESPECIALLY the bit about burping up the frog. lol. :D

@Maric – lol…yours is funny too! I like how y’all are bringin’ in the humor! :D

@whitney clayton – I like how you incorporated almost all of the senses. :)

@ Lindsey – It’s nice that you focused on how the girl felt about the dress…it seems very much like how a girl would feel in that situation. :)

Keep writing everyone! :)


bandaid

July 30, 2008

hey, where’d mine go? while off color, it was a sincere contribution. i’m disappointed if you girls are taking to deleting things.


Tabby

July 30, 2008

@bandaid
Hun, you posted it in the “before” entry, not this one.