What can YOU say in six sentences?
WORD HUNTER
Black-garbed he roams the nighttime streets in search of words. Hidden only by the tall gray shadows pitched from the extending eaves onto the macadam, stealthily he lugs kidnapped parts of speech squirming in his leather sack.
He is a desperate man pursued by November’s thunderous hooves. When he rests from the exhausting hunt, time’s sharp hand jostles him to his feet. Come December, he promises himself, there will be long cold mornings sleeping late, but no time now to court a writer’s holiday.
“Give me your words,” he howls like a hungry wolf silhouetted against an uncaring moon, “before it’s too late to fill my nanowrimo sack of verbal delights!”
He is a desperate man pursued by November’s thunderous hooves. When he rests from the exhausting hunt, time’s sharp hand jostles him to his feet. Come December, he promises himself, there will be long cold mornings sleeping late, but no time now to court a writer’s holiday.
“Give me your words,” he howls like a hungry wolf silhouetted against an uncaring moon, “before it’s too late to fill my nanowrimo sack of verbal delights!”
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Comment by Salvatore Buttaci on November 7, 2009 at 9:27pm - Thanks, Tovli. I was busy before nanowrimo. Just imagine now!
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Comment by Salvatore Buttaci on November 7, 2009 at 9:24pm
- Kate, you always inspire me! I will continue to churn out the words and lay them at the feet of the nanowrimo beast!
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Comment by Absolutely*Kate on November 7, 2009 at 8:53pm -
Oh Sal . . . you're like the nanowri-mojo of St. Nick with your sack or blurried, scurried, hurried word woes when we all know that for you, ho ho ho -- each best of the rest of the zest of your days and not daze are JOYS and not noise in the preamble of the ramble and not the rumble-tumble of your mind in full glory of your story . . . and you'll softly dazzle with what is churning and yearning within you now to come more alive, more to jive, more to thrive in its Novembered arrival as ~ SAL'S NEXT NOVEL.
Smilin' at you and all your probabilities of poetic potentials my NaNoWri-Mojo buddy ... Hey, I'm at 13,560 on Day 7 . . . the flow is regenerating all else November is disciplining wrap'ups of . . . and yes, this all harbingers well. Best to you and hope some of the words I left on your streetcorner named desire give the mirth and method which drive you further inspiration, dear Godfather.
~ Buon Fortunato,
~ Absolutely*Kate
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Comment by Tovli on November 7, 2009 at 8:34pm - ah! it has been a long time since I read a Sal story. Awesome, Sal--just awesome. I was thinking about you today--hope all is well. tovli
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Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on November 7, 2009 at 5:04pm - This is quite a visual 6. Good luck Sal.
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