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Showing vs. TellingAs you can see, we learn the exact same facts in the second example as we do in the first. However, the second has the advantage of being far more interesting. Instead of being told what kind of person the cab driver is, the most important aspects of his character have been shown through his dialogue.
Harlan Baxter, the man driving the cab, was astoundingly obnoxious. He kept calling me 'doll,' and prattled on and on about his days as a circus tightrope walker. I did my best to ignore him. My best wasn't good enough.
"So I come home," said the cab driver, despite my obvious lack of interest in his stories, "and I see my wife sitting on the kitchen counter with a rolling pin in her hands. She says to me, 'Harlan Avery Baxter, you drink far too much. If you don't sober up soon, you ain't gonna get a chance to sober up ever.' So what I did was I told her that me a
Conflict - Story 4, Chapter 5Mausoleum
“We can’t just run forever!” Pura yelled.
“Hell yes we can!”
Sprinting faster than they ever had before, Campren and Pura blazed down the hall. More doors flew open as they passed them, unleashing even more beasts that joined the oncoming mob.
“They don’t want me. They just want the girl.”
It wouldn’t require much effort to kill Pura. All it would take was a simple shove: she’d fall to the ground and nature would take its course.
"No! Shut up, brain! Gah!”
His legs burned. Pura seemed to be holding up surpringly well, though. Every now and then she would glance up at his face, as if to check how tired he looked.
“Don’t worry,” he told her,
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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