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11/2/2020 0 Comments Where You End, I Begin
The short tale below may seem strange (and rightly so) but it’s actually a piece of constrained writing.
Constrained writing uses a specific rule or pattern, making it a challenge for the writer and, hopefully, interesting for the reader. This piece is called Where You End, I Begin because the first letter of each word is the same as the last letter of the previous one, such as "Behind dusty yet transparent tumblers".
This is harder to achieve than it looks, especially as the word “a” can’t be used at all (you wouldn't say “a army” or “a apple”). Not only that, but the word “an” is off limits too because it would have to be followed by a word beginning with N, which doesn't work. Tricky stuff! A great thing about constrained writing is that it encourages you to think of synonyms and different ways to phrase a sentence, plus it can be quite surprising how the story progresses. Hope you enjoy it! Behind dusty yet transparent tumblers sit the elite eggcups, striped downwards so ostentatiously: yellow with highlighting ginger red. Don’t their round, dauntless shapes scream, ‘May you ultimately, yes sirree, enjoy yummy yolk!’ Kind devotion, noble existence, excellent times. Such honourable emissaries, sent to oversee each humble egg gathered down near radish halves, salsa, apples; sitting gracious, silent. Two of four (remainders, survivors). Soon now: white exterior reinforced, delicious saffron not too overdone. Eight toasted dippers; soldiers. Surrender readily! You unscrew Worcestershire; eggcups set, toast toasting. Get tea and drink. Ketchup perhaps? Set table, employ your respectability. Yeah, how we enjoy your robust taste, egg. Greed dictates, so overload. Dab bread… delicious sliminess. Slurping grotesquely, you utter rapturous squeals! Such happiness. Smug grin. Napkin needed directly. Yummy yummy. -- Copyright © 2020 Rich Sutherland Categories
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