I am a transplanted southerner, held captive in a Yankee territory. I have little to no clue what to do with my life. I like to read, cook and write really weird stories that may never see the light of day. I am working on that last but and hope to one day write a story worth publishing. In the mean time, I have the love and support of a lot of truly wonderful people who help me make it through the day.

Feb 28, 2009

Word Association - Exercise # 4

Okay, time for the next exercise brought to you by the Goddess of Photoshop herself, VP!!! *round of applause*

same exercise as last time but the word is now PRETTY, which is actually a really hard word becuase it is so simple. What is pretty? It's less the beautiful or gorgeous, but more then plain and simple so where exactly does pretty lay? (that might be bad grammar, I need a red pen ;D)

Madeline walked through the garden she had discovered. She stepped carefully to avoid crushing the flowers of low lying bushes. Never in her life had she seen a place so lush with life. Everywhere she looked where plants of every size and shape blending together in such a way as to suggest someone other then mother nature had carefully planned this place. Who would put a garden in the middle of the forest, she bent down to smell on of the fragrant peonies that grew around a particularly large oak tree. It's like a place of worship, but instead of God someone is worshiping nature itself. She continued to explore, walking around the width of the oak until she came to a small clearing. The clearing itself was perfectly circular with a short flat stone set in the middle like some kind of alter. Madeline walked closer and gasped. There was a naked man in that clearing!! He was doing a strange dance around the stone alter, muttering to himself as he moved, completely oblivious to being discovered.

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