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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

One Wonderful Sentence Wednesday!

You remember that list of city words we created last week? Well get ready! We're going to use them to paint a picture. We really are!

Take this sentence:

She lived in the city.

Now rewrite the same sentence but don't use the word city. Use any words that you want to SHOW....really SHOW... that "She lived in a city."

I'll go first:
She tipped the taxi driver generously, grateful that she didn't have to park in the crowded garage.

OR

She loved to walk her dog around the block just before dark.

Does "she" live in the city? Yes she does. Your turn!

16 comments:

chicamom85 said...

She was so glad to be home after sitting in traffic for an hour.

She sat on the roof top gazing at the lights
spread out before her.

She fell asleep thinking, "what would it be like sleeping without all this noise?"

Terri said...

Looking up she was grateful she worked on the second floor and not the fiftith.

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

She sat alone on the park bench, tossing pop corn to the wild ducks.

She watched the little dog race from the store, dragging a string of hotdogs behind it!

AL said...

She listens to mellow music while nibbling some chips in her car in the middle of a traffic jam.

She picked fallen flowers on the grass and kept it between the pages of her book.

She approached and sat comfortably on an empty bench in the park and started to turn the pages of her book.

^..^Corgidogmama said...

The smells filled the sidewalk as patrons entered the ethnic diners. The beeps of the taxies, the roar of diesel buses, added to the city's symphony. Conversations floated in the evening air.

Dr Jenn said...

The tip of her designer heel twisted on the edge of a pothole and she took a sprawling step towards the curb. Once there she glanced briefly over her shoulder to note where the offending pothole was and swiftly continued to her destination.

Janet (Latte Lady) said...

As she walked past the towering building, she saw the homeless man swig the bottle in his bag.

gaelikaa said...

She looked out over the city scape, grey roofs and towers and chimneys.

DJan said...

She pondered where she left her umbrella as she gazed at the raincoats and umbrellas painting a colorful scene on the sidewalk below.

Anne, Sailor, Jib, and Zoe said...

She dialed the weather bureau to see if the sun was shining since the buildings on either side of her fourth floor walk-up were so high, she couldn't see the sky.

2cats said...

She held onto the strap hoping that the armpit next to her would get off the bus at the next stop.

Each night she wished that the bulb in the light post would burn itself out. She knew it would take forever before it got replaced. With it burned out she could sleep in the dark.

It was summer and the garbage truck drivers were on strike. If she had to jump over one more pile of stinking, sweltering garbage she would just scream.

Jan Mader said...

Okay...You guys are too good! We're painting a distinct picture of a city!

How about:

She wished the garbage truck would move next door so she could back her car out of the driveway.

SANDY said...

Doors opening and slamming shut, letting out the crying babies, the yippey dogs; oh how I long for the serenity of country to hear myself think once again.

2 cats, love your armpit sentence....thats a really vivid picture!

Sandy

2cats said...

Opening the door into the building he knew that what everyone in the building was having for dinner; he could smell lasagna, chili, hamburgers, and other strongly seasoned foods.

ocmist said...

The smog burned her eyes, nose, throat and lungs as she labored to walk the few short blocks past the dark, smelling stairwells on her way to her boring job.

(In case you didn't catch it... I HATE cities!!!)

Theresa Milstein said...

As her feet hit the pavement, she likened her surroundings to an armpit. Garbage cans collected on the sidewalk, inviting rats to uncover their treasures, while she held her breath in contempt. Then sun scalded her scalp as she waited for cranky taxis to part, so she could safely cross the eight-lane boulevard. Wiping her brow, she dreamed of ocean waves slapping her skin or surveying the brilliant hues of fall leaves in a park. She imagined any place or any time but here and now.

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