100 Word Exercise One (thanks Mark)
Pomona was once a lush country town. Now, in one lifetime, the blight of Los Angeles extends to the place of my birth and beyond.
When I think of the heat-mirage concrete and smog, I remember the sensation of fear.
What wasn’t I afraid of then? The rough staccato of gunshots punctuated summer nights. All around us were the hungry poor and the predators who feed on them.
My brother and I went to Catholic school. It felt like an oasis in the desert of the urban reality. My mother worked and went to school. We saw her only rarely.
3 Comments:
hmmm... this exercise seems like it would be more difficult because of the word constraint.
It was strange. In a way, it's a better exercise because you must meet the word limit.
I am glad Mark suggested it.
...how about a grammatically correct, 100 word SENTENCE?
a great writer i took a workshop with did this exercise with us (the grammatically correct, 100 word sentence)...challenging, but it had a unique outcome. the idea being you will get a crux of a story!
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