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And now for something completly different: A lighthearted but overly melodramtic sci-fi tale about an emphatic weatherman, who is deftly afraid of lightening.
I attempt this entirely in the present tense. The narrator tells it as he goes along. Perhaps too bold of an attempt for me.
Here I have a question in the narritive, another no-no. ************************************** A great mind approaches on the horizon, coming with the thunder, lightening, wind, and rain. Will there be hail or tornado? I cannot say. Curiosity of the mind drives me to peek out the window; fear of the storm draws me back into the basement.
RRING…The phone rings upstairs. RRING…It is loud and annoying. RRING…The noise beckons me and I obey. RRING…I sprint up the stairs two steps at a time. RRING…A thunderstorm is approaching; using a phone is unsafe. RRING …Years of conditioning force me to answer…
“Hello?” I say.
“Jim! It took you long enough!” says the boss. “Where are you?”
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Yell at me for nit-picking if you must, but "deftly" afraid of lightning? I'm guessing you mean "deathly," but if you want to win a reader's trust, that kind of thing needs to not appear in print.
How long is the whole piece? I've already forgotten?
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Just picking on you, C.O. This is a whip-snap crowd and if I didn't zing you on it, someone else surely would have.
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