Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Write Something Scary
When they found Charles, he was slumped to the floor, looking up into a pale light, his eyes dilated like the eyes of a dog; the narrow passageway glistened in the moist dark.
Where was the light coming from? From a gentle harbor.
Charles shifted, and rose up from the floor. His features were like one who had been imprisoned in the earth, living for a time a worm. He moved closer to his friends. He seemed ravenous, so they receded until he said, “Don’t you want to know what I have seen?”
I have seen everything.
Where was the light coming from? From a gentle harbor.
Charles shifted, and rose up from the floor. His features were like one who had been imprisoned in the earth, living for a time a worm. He moved closer to his friends. He seemed ravenous, so they receded until he said, “Don’t you want to know what I have seen?”
I have seen everything.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Write about Bologna Sandwiches
Some Song Lyrics
Youth I understood
Doing well was doing good
Even if we played hard
And cracked our heads in the yard
No one died
Nor was meant to die
And we unlaced our stitches
And ate bologna sandwiches
…
And I’m cashing in my riches
For bologna sandwiches
Youth I understood
Doing well was doing good
Even if we played hard
And cracked our heads in the yard
No one died
Nor was meant to die
And we unlaced our stitches
And ate bologna sandwiches
…
And I’m cashing in my riches
For bologna sandwiches
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Debunk a Myth
I made a trial mirror
Before it fell in two,
And afterward
I made another clear,
But only through
The closest side
To my own eyes;
It works perfectly for spies,
And now I look the millionaire.
Before it fell in two,
And afterward
I made another clear,
But only through
The closest side
To my own eyes;
It works perfectly for spies,
And now I look the millionaire.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Write a Recipe
Hot Cold Fresh Soup
This soup is perfect for punishing your children on a dreary Sunday morning in late fall.
Ingredients (Serves 4)
For the Hot:
2 cups leeks
4 cups new potatoes
4 cups canned low-sodium chicken broth
1 bouquet garni (see p. 44)
For the Cold:
2 cups butternut squash
1 cup canned low-sodium chicken broth
½ cup sage, roughly chopped
Cinnamon
For the Fresh:
½ cup cilantro
1 cup tomato, diced
½ cup scallion, sliced thin
1. Simmer the ingredients for the hot and the ingredients for the cold in two separate pots until the potatoes and the squash are both tender, about 45 minutes.
2. Meanwhile, combine the ingredients for the fresh.
3. When the butternut squash soup is done cooking, chill it in the refrigerator for half an hour. Put it in a blender, and puree until smooth.
4. Ladle the potato-leek soup into four bowls. Spoon some of the butternut squash soup into the middle of the potato-leek soup. Garnish each soup with the cilantro, tomato, and scallion.
5. Serve with salt, pepper, and butter.
This soup is perfect for punishing your children on a dreary Sunday morning in late fall.
Ingredients (Serves 4)
For the Hot:
2 cups leeks
4 cups new potatoes
4 cups canned low-sodium chicken broth
1 bouquet garni (see p. 44)
For the Cold:
2 cups butternut squash
1 cup canned low-sodium chicken broth
½ cup sage, roughly chopped
Cinnamon
For the Fresh:
½ cup cilantro
1 cup tomato, diced
½ cup scallion, sliced thin
1. Simmer the ingredients for the hot and the ingredients for the cold in two separate pots until the potatoes and the squash are both tender, about 45 minutes.
2. Meanwhile, combine the ingredients for the fresh.
3. When the butternut squash soup is done cooking, chill it in the refrigerator for half an hour. Put it in a blender, and puree until smooth.
4. Ladle the potato-leek soup into four bowls. Spoon some of the butternut squash soup into the middle of the potato-leek soup. Garnish each soup with the cilantro, tomato, and scallion.
5. Serve with salt, pepper, and butter.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Let Them Eat Cake
“You’re not fat.”
“What do you mean, I’m not fat? I didn’t say anything about it.”
“Well, you implied –”
“I didn’t imply – this is imply –”
“Ow! Hey!”
“That was imply.” She had knocked him on the forehead with the rather un-fleshy base of her palm. The question was whether she should have a second piece of wedding cake; there was plenty and it was so good that it was almost impossible not to. And for her, as is often the truth behind mysterious shadows in the brain, two more pieces of cake would not have harmed her; and for him, as is often the case for mysterious reasons in society, even the piece that he had was easily overlooked by all despite its detrimental contribution. He had tried, charitably, to make the benefit of the cake clear to her, or rather, to mitigate the severity of her self-hatred, and his words were too abrupt, too suddenly sour. But it was just a conjugal moment – they would both be eating more cake shortly, and he would say not in vain that he loved her.
“What do you mean, I’m not fat? I didn’t say anything about it.”
“Well, you implied –”
“I didn’t imply – this is imply –”
“Ow! Hey!”
“That was imply.” She had knocked him on the forehead with the rather un-fleshy base of her palm. The question was whether she should have a second piece of wedding cake; there was plenty and it was so good that it was almost impossible not to. And for her, as is often the truth behind mysterious shadows in the brain, two more pieces of cake would not have harmed her; and for him, as is often the case for mysterious reasons in society, even the piece that he had was easily overlooked by all despite its detrimental contribution. He had tried, charitably, to make the benefit of the cake clear to her, or rather, to mitigate the severity of her self-hatred, and his words were too abrupt, too suddenly sour. But it was just a conjugal moment – they would both be eating more cake shortly, and he would say not in vain that he loved her.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Write a Plot (any old plot)
It’s a perfect day for washing the car, but Eric doesn’t have any car washing soap. He goes to the drugstore to buy some. While he’s there he runs into an ex-girlfriend, Jessica; she gets to the checkout just before him. They strike up an odd conversation about how it’s been a long time, how they each have families, and how they didn’t know they were living in the same neighborhood. After Jessica is done checking out, she looks confusedly at Eric, seems to want to wait for him, but leaves abruptly, saying goodbye, even though Eric is just buying the soap.
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