Writing Exercise #3

Here’s the word list for exercise #3.  Same rules as in the other exercises, use all of the words at least once.  Don’t forget to check out some of the responses from the first 2 exercises (under the comments). If you join in leave a link to your story in the comments so others can check out your blog.

1.  billow

2. tolerance

3. bound

3.  interval

4. heave

5. zinger


3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by tina on November 1, 2009 at 11:12 pm

    nice. i will try this.



  2. Here’s the latest: From Deb H.

    Billow, tolerance, bound, interval, heave, zinger

    A Farmer’s Morning

    The farmer decides to head to the backwoods in the older growth wooded areas near his land. It is an early morning and a hint of frost remains on the path and greenery, a bit of mist still in the air. He pretends not to notice the large billowing clouds to the east, a sign that a potential storm is moving in though he is not too worried, he will have plenty of time to finish his errand. He’s looking for a stump of an old tree he has cut down the day before for firewood, sure he will find his grandfather’s pocket watch which he wore the day he cut the tree down. It probably fell out close by, perhaps in the tall grass nearby. Yep, there it is. He sits on the stump, taking in the beauty of this quiet morning so very still, taking in all the beauty that surrounds him. It’s times like these he cherishes most, time where he is immersed in his feelings and the natural world. He reflects on the design of his grandfather’s watch, the engraving magical in its own right, a botanical image that reminds him of his land. He reflects on the design of this small machine where time was bound too much to numbers and precise intervals, interesting in its ability to keep people on task, not particularly relevant when it comes to meaning.

    Much has changed since he was a young boy. Times are complicated now and he is glad he runs his own farm though it is hard work but he has total control over his day. He smiles back on youthful days when he would go off fishing with a friend on a warm summer day near the willow tree along the river. In the old days, time had a clock of its own and the experience could speed it up or slow it down. The farmer gets up from his stump and decides to heave the remaining brush of the tree into a pile, perhaps it will make a good den for an animal or two for the too-fast approaching winter. He wonders how animals perceive time, perhaps similar to how he sees it, based more so on the experience and cycles, wonders how forethought plays into it all.

    As he tracks home, the farmer’s mind changes to a different subject and he wonders who will show up this Saturday at the coffee shop near the co-op. A group of men regularly meets to talk about their farms, hint about their wives and personal lives, and of course, tell a few jokes. The place feels like an old shoe though there is some life to it, primarily because the woman behind the counter tries to engage the men to open up to try new things. It took some time and patience but eventually she was able to convinced them to switch to a new coffee, one that smelled as exotic as its origins from a far off, earthier world. It’s still a running joke amongst them that she was able to get them to switch, considering most had developed an intolerance as thick as rock to try anything new, no matter the merit.

    The woman behind the counter, Lucille, is entertained by this old farmer; she believes his name is Frank and he is a superb joke teller. She can tell he takes great pride in his creations, always trying to find humor to lighten the load. He likes the zingers, the one’s with a story and punch line that come out of the blue. Lucille knows he is intelligent and there is something deeper to this man and likes the way he uses humor to somewhat conceal his intelligence. She looks forward to seeing him today, of what he might have to say, of the exchange they both enjoy of each others company.

    The farmer opens the door of the coffee shop, walks in, smiles and winks at Lucille and tells her, “I still likes the old stuff better.” She pours him a cup and responds, “I’m not surprised. You probably cannot appreciate anything finer considering you spends so much time around shit all day long.” The other farmers laugh, sitting around the table they all cling to. Frank looks down to hide his smile and says to himself, “Damn, she’s got me on this one!” Though he’s quick to come back, “What’s wrong the taste of cardboard? I understand it has a lot of nutritional value!”

    Lucille shakes her head, grinning from ear to ear. It will be another sunny day at the coffee shop.



  3. In A Bar

    The crowd in the bar grows as the night wears on. Everyone comes here to have a good time. Drinks are being served at a better than normal pace. A group of women are on the dance floor laughing and having a good time. A group of guys are playing pool, carrying on a conversation filled with good natured jokes and zingers, all the while checking out who is on the dance floor. Those that smoke step out to the fenced in patio at fairly regular intervals to satisfy their addiction. When the patio is crowded as it is tonight, the cloud that billows above the fence looks like a giant chimney.
    The music is loud and the bar is full and everything seems to be going great, but we know that with a crowd like this and all the alcohol we are selling there is bound to be trouble before the night is over. We know that for some people a growing intake of alcohol leads to a shrinking tolerance level. Nights like this there are always a few people that are asked to leave some need to be asked more intensely than others.
    Most of us that work here feel that overall it’s a great place to work. Even though there are a few trouble makers from time to time. So for all those that come here for a good time, we hope we helped in your cause. We have a simple curse we wish upon the trouble makers, to you we wish a day of dry heaves.



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