When I was under...something
educat-means to draw out, not to fill up. Write about a time when you were under something.
*So I found these prompts online that I have decided to try out.
Times I have been under something...here goes:
How about under pressure or stress? I remember the time my cousin sat on me. I remember the time we drove to White Sands and my brother buried me under the sand. I was under that cold, heavy sand for quite some time. After he put a hat on my head and called me Jane he left. Of course I believed he was really going to get the camera. I guess I was truely naive. He didn't come back. Fucker! My mother finally heard my crying and uncovered me. Now you would think that since I was older I would have seen this coming, but no. How high was my IQ?
What else have I been under in this lifetime...hmmm...I am not going to answer that question and you probably shouldn't make any assumptions. Oh yeah, here's a thought that comes to mind.
Dytz this one is for you (it is a draft and very rough! BEWARE!)
Under his Sombrero
From under his sombrero he peered,
Among friends he stood,
Across the water he could see them,
Toward them he glared,
curious,
wondering,
Who were they,
he wondered.
He was the choosen one,
Into their space he walked
to welcome them.
Before he turned to go he reminded them of the customs of this place,
Amid the chaos he retreated
and
quietly returned to his group.
*So I found these prompts online that I have decided to try out.
Times I have been under something...here goes:
How about under pressure or stress? I remember the time my cousin sat on me. I remember the time we drove to White Sands and my brother buried me under the sand. I was under that cold, heavy sand for quite some time. After he put a hat on my head and called me Jane he left. Of course I believed he was really going to get the camera. I guess I was truely naive. He didn't come back. Fucker! My mother finally heard my crying and uncovered me. Now you would think that since I was older I would have seen this coming, but no. How high was my IQ?
What else have I been under in this lifetime...hmmm...I am not going to answer that question and you probably shouldn't make any assumptions. Oh yeah, here's a thought that comes to mind.
Dytz this one is for you (it is a draft and very rough! BEWARE!)
Under his Sombrero
From under his sombrero he peered,
Among friends he stood,
Across the water he could see them,
Toward them he glared,
curious,
wondering,
Who were they,
he wondered.
He was the choosen one,
Into their space he walked
to welcome them.
Before he turned to go he reminded them of the customs of this place,
Amid the chaos he retreated
and
quietly returned to his group.


1 Comments:
At the sombrero I stared
Dared not to look down
A glint in the sun something shined
What the devil is that?
Cannot look, dare not look
"What is that?" Beside me she asks
"This?" states he
While looking at me
God I think I'm going to be sick
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