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"Clarice"

Exercise #14: "Clarice"
Use this as your opening line:
Clarice was the kind of kid who picked out the soft insides of the bun.

Man, I am really running behind on these posts. I mean, I'm getting them done on time as far as every day posting goes, but noon posts? Not so hot. haha It's currently 9:14pm, and I noticed around 9:10pm that I hadn't posted for today. Whoops.

Let's get a move on, shall we?

.....Clarice was the kind of kid who picked out the sift insides of the bun. She had always believed - for the entirety of her 8 years - that the outside of her grandmother's homemade buns were too tough to chew. Not only that, but they had sesame seeds coating the upper side, and they always got stuck in her teeth... Not a good feeling. Not a good feeling at all. But the inside was the best. The hot, fluffy dough exploded with steam as she cracked open the crust, and she stuck her face above it and took a big whiff.

....."Mmm," she said. "Gramma, they smell so yummy!"

.....Clarice's grandmother sighed from across the table. "Well, Clarie, I always make them just for you. I know how much you like them."

.....Clarice began lightly picking at the inside of the bun, rolling the pieces into little balls and popping them into her mouth. The buttery bread practically melted in her mouth, and a pleased smile crept across her face. Just the way she liked it.

END

I liked this one, but it took me a while to even get started on it. I sat there and thought... What??? What do I do with this? I mean, it's a good sentence that can definitely spawn something interesting, but my brain just went on lock down. "Nope!" it said. "Sorry! I'm not going to think for you." But I just started writing, and that's what I got. Not literary genius by any stretch of the imagination, but I think it'll pass.

That's one of the things that I like about these exercises. There's no pressure to be this fantastic, profound writer. That way, I can just write what enters into my mind without a care about who reads this or what they think.

Of course, I'd love to have more readers. hah But even if 1 million people read this blog I'd be ok with just putting down my immediate thoughts, my improvised musings.

Either way... I'm done here.

Peace and see you tomorrow.
~Stef

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