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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:39 PM
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Let's create our own Hemingway short story...
Rule: post a sentence in the subject line that is in the style of Ernest Hemingway. Post nothing in the body of the message.
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:40 PM
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1. Jack removed the cigarette from the worn leather case.
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CarpeDiebold Donating Member (652 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:42 PM
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2. The rain fell around him in slow sheets.
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Beer Snob-50 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:43 PM
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3. He sat under a tree and smoked a pack of cigerettes.
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Rising Phoenix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:43 PM
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4. He took a big swallow of his drink, wiping his mouth with his hand.
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trackfan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:44 PM
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5. It tasted good.
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:45 PM
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6. He noticed the old bullet wound.
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Rising Phoenix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:46 PM
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7. And recalled.
Edited on Wed Dec-21-05 02:47 PM by Mrs. Sniffa
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:46 PM
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9. ...the trek across the desert.
Edited on Wed Dec-21-05 02:48 PM by Squatch
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Crazy Guggenheim Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:48 PM
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12. He was so tired he couldn't hardly lift his hand.
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democracyindanger Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:48 PM
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13. On the horizon, Jack could see the magical unicorns from Rainbowland.
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:49 PM
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14. He drew his pistol, taking aim.
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Rising Phoenix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:52 PM
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16. and missed, still having the shakes from not finishing his morning drink
Edited on Wed Dec-21-05 02:52 PM by Mrs. Sniffa
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:52 PM
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18. "Damn unicorns" he swore, under his stale breath.
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LostinVA Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:53 PM
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19. He holstered his pistol and took a flask from his pocket
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:53 PM
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20. It was empty.
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trackfan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 04:53 PM
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21. "What's the problem?" asked Rose, in her familiar, husky drawl.
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DS1 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:46 PM
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10. "No such thing as a Hemingway short story." He muttered.
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:51 PM
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15. "But there sure as hell should be" he finished.
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Call Me Wesley Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:46 PM
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8. She died.
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Squatch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:47 PM
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11. Jack pondered the opening scene of "The Stranger."
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ForrestGump Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-21-05 02:52 PM
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17. He fell asleep. The sound sleep of a man who has taken Xanax. A manly
Edited on Wed Dec-21-05 02:53 PM by ForrestGump
sleep.




Shoot..I've never read Hemingway... :shrug:
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