I was actually going to post the next five entries for ECA, but I read over them and decided I could improve on entries 16 and 17. So for now I've put those in the bonus/deleted pile and will be rewriting them. That, thus, left me no choice but to quickly write something for today's post. So after a late start (aka woke up at 13:00 XD) and some chores/ errands, I came up with a short little exercise.
The following idea was inspired from a similar exercise in a high school english class. The premise of the freighting story is to start with a simple sentence and keep adding details a certain number of times or until it's one really long sentence that tells a simple/ short story/scene. Bonus: start from something innocent and make it into something dark. Sure, you're probably going to end up with a run-on sentence, even using semicolons, dashes, parentheticals, and a plethora of commas, but for the purposes of this exercise, that is more or less ok, so long as the meaning remained clear.
I did my best to maintain that clear meaning while achieving great detail. I'm actually pretty surprised I didn't use any semicolons, because I am an avid fan of the comma with a floating hat. ;) I decided to expand 11 times from the initial sentence because there are 11 yordles currently in the League of Teemo.
Enjoy!
1. The dog ran down the road.
2. The dog chased a cat down the road.
3. The spotted dog chased the gray cat down the winding road.
4. The spotted wolf with tufts of fur missing in places chased the sleek, gray cat down the winding road shadowed by ancient trees.
5. In the dead of the night, the spotted werewolf missing tufts of fur chased the sleek, gray cait sith through a rotting log and down the winding road shadowed by ancient oaks.
6. In the dead of of the night, with the full moon hanging over the forest, the spotted werewolf--missing tufts of fur where its prey had attacked it--chased the sleek, gray cait sith through a rotting log and down the winding, poorly-marked road shadowed by ancient oaks.
7. In the dead of the night, with the full moon hanging hauntingly over the forest, the spotted, salivating werewolf--missing tufts of fur where its prey had attacked it--chased the sleek, skinny, gray cait sith through the rotting log the wolf used to live in and down the winding, poorly-marked dirt road shadowed by ancient oaks.
8. In the dead of the night, with the full moon hanging hauntingly over the war-torn forest, the salivating, snarling werewolf-- his eyes narrowed at the prey that had ripped tufts of fur from his spotted coat--chased the sleek, skinny, gray cait sith through the rotting log the wolf used to live in and down the winding, poorly-marked, dirt road shadowed by ancient oaks and littered by corpses.
9. In the dead of the winter night, with a full moon hanging hauntingly over the war-torn forest, the salivating werewolf--his yellow eyes narrowed menacingly at the prey that had ripped tufts of fur from his spotted coat--chased the sleek but skinny, gray and grizzled cait sith--who bounded over the corpses littered everywhere--through the rotting log the wolf used to live in and down the winding, poorly-marked, dirt road shadowed by overgrown ancient oaks that led to the caves.
10. In the dead of the winter night, with a full blood moon hanging hauntingly over the war-torn forest, the salivating werewolf--his yellow eyes narrowed menacingly and his razor-teeth bared at the nimble prey that had ripped tufts of fur from his spotted coat--chased the sleek but skinny, gray and grizzled cait sith-- who, desperate to remain just a tail-length from the wretched killer behind her, bounded lightly over the corpses of cats and wolves littered everywhere--through the rotting log reeking of dried blood where the wolf used to live in and down the winding, poorly-marked, dirt road shadowed by overgrown ancient oaks that led to the caves.
11. In the dead of the snowy winter night, with a full blood moon hanging hauntingly over the war-torn forest, the salivating, snarling werewolf--his bloodthirsty yellow eyes narrowed menacingly and his razor-teeth bared challengingly at the nimble prey that had ripped tufts of fur from his spotted coat--chased the sleek but skinny, gray and grizzled cait sith--who, desperate to remain just a tail-length from the wretched killer behind her, bounded lightly over the corpses of cats and wolves littered everywhere--through the rotting log reeking of dried blood where the wolf used to live and down the winding, poorly-marked, dirt road shadowed by overgrown ancient oaks that led to the caves where the rest of the cait sith population lurked in ambush.
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