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i need to write something for school.
something to impress the teacher
i had this great idea.
it's this kid, he's at his first concert. and everything is moving around him, while he just stands there and observes it all. But I don't know how to write it.
i got tired of it. and gave up.
i wrote one paragraph. and now i have nothing else.
any help?
or any other ideas for a short story?
He eases his way throught the small crowd. Slender finges wrapping around the grimy bar. The lights dim, the crowd roaring in his eardrums. The band jumps onstage, launching into their first melody. He knows this song by heart, from every sweeet lyric that pours from the singers mouth, to the notes the guitarists fingers are pounding out. He's mouthing the words, eyes locked on the singer.
something to impress the teacher
i had this great idea.
it's this kid, he's at his first concert. and everything is moving around him, while he just stands there and observes it all. But I don't know how to write it.
i got tired of it. and gave up.
i wrote one paragraph. and now i have nothing else.
any help?
or any other ideas for a short story?
He eases his way throught the small crowd. Slender finges wrapping around the grimy bar. The lights dim, the crowd roaring in his eardrums. The band jumps onstage, launching into their first melody. He knows this song by heart, from every sweeet lyric that pours from the singers mouth, to the notes the guitarists fingers are pounding out. He's mouthing the words, eyes locked on the singer.
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Date: 2008-08-29 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-29 01:43 am (UTC)He eases his way throught('through'; there's no 't' on the end) the small crowd. Slender finges (fingers?) wrapping around the grimy bar. The lights dim, the crowd roaring in his eardrums. The band jumps on (space) stage, launching into their first melody. He knows this song by heart, from every sweeet (sweet; remove one 'e') lyric that pours from the singer(')s mouth, to the notes the guitarist(')s fingers are pounding out. He's mouthing the words, eyes locked on the singer.
You've got something here; keep working on it and I'm sure you'll soon have something quite good.
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Date: 2008-08-29 01:47 am (UTC)but thanks for the help.
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Date: 2008-08-29 04:25 pm (UTC)if you write something from your life then it makes it easier to write it and makes it a lot better.
good luck
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Date: 2008-08-29 05:39 pm (UTC)He's mouthing the words, eyes locked on the singer.
You could probably rewrite it as so;
His attention locked onto the singer, as his mouth matched his, word for word, in perfect harmony.
Just a suggestion, sometimes I find myself rewriting my own sentences whenever I run into a writers block, it helps loosen the story up a bit and creates a better environment to continue. And don't continue reading this but, can't help myself but continue from where I left off there.
The boy found himself caught in the beat of the drums, the sound of the guitarist's hand swiping the strings, each note, each sound coursing through his veins, enthralling him in the song.