DuckNoises
Gone (Wind) Fishin'
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2010
- Location
- Montreal, QC, Canada
Sparks were a writing exercise done in my Grade 11 English class that worked like so: A word, phrase, or sentence was written on the board, and you had to use what was written as inspiration to write a creative writing composition within 5-10 minutes. They didn't have to be of any particular length, but some of them are longer than others. The title of each Spark is the word or phrase that was used for the inspiration. I just came home from university for the weekend, and I decided I would upload some of my Sparks to the forum that I was always so eager to share with the class.
"Dictionary" December 9th, 2009
Dictionary. A word so profound, containing every other word in itself. A word so profound, that it can not be defined, because it is forever changing. The meaning of the word dictionary is so large, it would require some sort of book to explain the phenomenon. To fully define dictionary, one must define every word in existence, including dictionary. Therefore, the dictionary must have an accompanying volume to describe dictionary, and said volume must also explain the word dictionary, and another volume is required for that; to define dictionary, one must define every word in existence. I've been reading the dictionary for 68 years now; I'm on the 114th volume in the infinite part series. I pay for each dictionary as it arrives. I shouldn't have bought the dictionary, and I never should have decided to read the whole thing. I must say, it seems to be repeating itself.
"Unwelcome Present" March 23rd, 2010
My little old grandmother slowly passed the slender, tightly-wrapped package into my hand. I know this shape; these same dimensions --unmistakeable. It's a video game. I then remember that it's from my grandmother. As I hesitantly unwrap the rectangular packaging, I find myself struggling not to cringe. And there it is.
She starts to speak; "I asked the store clerk game everyone was playing, and he told me to get this one."
"...Modern Warfare 2? Honestly?"
"Yes... do you like it?"
"... Do I like... it? Everyone is playing this game. Millions. Do you honestly think that I'm going to conform to the masses and become another sheep in the heard? This game is popular, you miserable old hag!"
She began to tremble, almost whimper. "What... are you saying?"
"I am not playing another generic shooter! It's exactly the same as the one before it, and soon the one after!" I threw the box to the floor, with a resounding crash. "You archaic, spineless crone!"
The game shattered as I plunged my foot through the box, fragments of the disc sticking out, jaggedly stabbing at the air. I scowl at her as I tell the sobbing woman to get the hell out of the house. I then sit down and resume my game of Halo 3.
*Note*: Fortunately not based on true events.
"Dictionary" December 9th, 2009
Dictionary. A word so profound, containing every other word in itself. A word so profound, that it can not be defined, because it is forever changing. The meaning of the word dictionary is so large, it would require some sort of book to explain the phenomenon. To fully define dictionary, one must define every word in existence, including dictionary. Therefore, the dictionary must have an accompanying volume to describe dictionary, and said volume must also explain the word dictionary, and another volume is required for that; to define dictionary, one must define every word in existence. I've been reading the dictionary for 68 years now; I'm on the 114th volume in the infinite part series. I pay for each dictionary as it arrives. I shouldn't have bought the dictionary, and I never should have decided to read the whole thing. I must say, it seems to be repeating itself.
"Unwelcome Present" March 23rd, 2010
My little old grandmother slowly passed the slender, tightly-wrapped package into my hand. I know this shape; these same dimensions --unmistakeable. It's a video game. I then remember that it's from my grandmother. As I hesitantly unwrap the rectangular packaging, I find myself struggling not to cringe. And there it is.
She starts to speak; "I asked the store clerk game everyone was playing, and he told me to get this one."
"...Modern Warfare 2? Honestly?"
"Yes... do you like it?"
"... Do I like... it? Everyone is playing this game. Millions. Do you honestly think that I'm going to conform to the masses and become another sheep in the heard? This game is popular, you miserable old hag!"
She began to tremble, almost whimper. "What... are you saying?"
"I am not playing another generic shooter! It's exactly the same as the one before it, and soon the one after!" I threw the box to the floor, with a resounding crash. "You archaic, spineless crone!"
The game shattered as I plunged my foot through the box, fragments of the disc sticking out, jaggedly stabbing at the air. I scowl at her as I tell the sobbing woman to get the hell out of the house. I then sit down and resume my game of Halo 3.
*Note*: Fortunately not based on true events.