weekend ahoy
Apr. 25th, 2003 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wisdomeagleI've spent this afternoon downloading music videos, but in honor of it being the weekend, I will post one of the story openings that I wrote last night and read in class today. Go imagery:
Rain glimmered blearily against the vast windowpane that was the greenhouse wall, sheer and slick with the three days' storm. The plants, exotic feathery ferns and dimpled buds, seemed to arch upwards against the cascade of sleek water, rubbing into it disconsolately, like so many cats yearning to be petted. The rain had been falling since Friday night, Jon's night to sleep in the greenhouse, and he had tried to bike home on Saturday morning, but the roads were inch-deep in rainwater, and he knew the Boss wouldn't be able to relieve his watch. A quick examination of the sky told Jon that he'd be staying here for a few days, so he had rolled up the sleeping bag and turned on the radio, listened to a drear voice delivering the weather forecast, before he started the morning rounds, pruning back, shaping plants, coddling their awkward growth toward the ceiling, toward the sky, toward the rain that poured disharmony into the usually quiet greenhouse.
We're probably going to go to Food Lion this afternoon. I've got a letter to mail, so I need to address that and everything, then convince the roommate to abandon Calvin and Hobbes and to Food Lion ahoy. Yea verily.
Ahoy. *grin*
Oh yes, my sore throat is doing somewhat better.
Rain glimmered blearily against the vast windowpane that was the greenhouse wall, sheer and slick with the three days' storm. The plants, exotic feathery ferns and dimpled buds, seemed to arch upwards against the cascade of sleek water, rubbing into it disconsolately, like so many cats yearning to be petted. The rain had been falling since Friday night, Jon's night to sleep in the greenhouse, and he had tried to bike home on Saturday morning, but the roads were inch-deep in rainwater, and he knew the Boss wouldn't be able to relieve his watch. A quick examination of the sky told Jon that he'd be staying here for a few days, so he had rolled up the sleeping bag and turned on the radio, listened to a drear voice delivering the weather forecast, before he started the morning rounds, pruning back, shaping plants, coddling their awkward growth toward the ceiling, toward the sky, toward the rain that poured disharmony into the usually quiet greenhouse.
We're probably going to go to Food Lion this afternoon. I've got a letter to mail, so I need to address that and everything, then convince the roommate to abandon Calvin and Hobbes and to Food Lion ahoy. Yea verily.
Ahoy. *grin*
Oh yes, my sore throat is doing somewhat better.