Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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Carole could feel their cruel eyes on her. It made her feet feel too big, her face too long, her mouth too wide, her clothes smelly and dirty and out of fashion. None of it was too true. Carole had rather large feet, but she was tall. Her face was made to appear too long because of her inappropriate haircut, or lack thereof. Her mouth was wide, but, though she didn't know it, it was one of her best features. Carole's clothes were, indeed, out of fashion. Under scrutiny, she was sweating and increasing her chances of smelliness. There was also a stain on the front of her shirt, but she hated to throw it away.
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