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Sorrow Creative Writing Dos And DontsPresentation Transcript
The Sorrow of War Creative Response South Island School
'The veins bulging in the biro...' 'The fruit which once filled the room with autumnal goodness and the odour of a better tomorrow now stared empty, rotten and accusing like the eyes of the young men crushed brutally by the cold hand of the war machine's deadly fist of fiery vengeance...'
'Show, don't tell...' 'I looked hard at him. He represented the past for me and I realised that he was an embodiment of all that I had lost. I was a weak person and he was strong, and in asking him to spend the night, I was trying to recreate what I had lost...'
Here we go again... Deafening silences? Breathless whispers? Trembling knees? Does night fall like a shroud? Do two hearts come together as one? Is it silent except for the sounds of his beating heart? Does she hold him like she will never let go?
Verbal diarrohea... 'My eyes began to shed tears...' 'I experienced a strange desire to tremble uncontrollably...'
K.I.S.S. 'I could sense goodbye, and I feared it...'
K.I.S.S. 'On Viet's birthday, the flowers surprised both mother and son...'
K.I.S.S. 'As we entered the house, the last rays of the sun slanted over the long grasses, now tinged pink in the sunset.'
K.I.S.S. 'His eyes dark with sorrow, his voice dull with regret.'
K.I.S.S. 'Maybe I could make him my own. I asked him to stay, and he did. For that night, I had someone.'
Images – worth a thousand words... 'She could not look at him. His face was scarred by war...'
Keep Control! 'The bricks of the well were starting to wear away...'
WORK that image... 'He left only his shadow, and that quickly faded...'
Time Traveller... 'I never wanted to let go of his hand, for it seemed I had made that mistake before...'