I found a sample of my own writing from when I was in my early 20s. At the time I thought it was really good, but... :S
Here are some slightly paraphrased samples:
"...and then they turned me down," said Guy 1. "They said the task at hand was too dangerous, and that I didn't have it in me."
"Maybe they were right," Guy 2 said comfortingly.
She thought he was really cute and she couldn't stop trying to look at him, but she tried to not look at him because she didn't want him to think she was looking at him. Then he turned towards her, and she noticed that he was looking at her.
"I don't read about news or science or politics and stuff, because I'm not fourty."
We all need to angst a lot, because our lives have all been very different and that means we can never truly understand each other. Only people who have suffered in the exact same manner can be comfortable around each other, and share a friendship as equals. The rest of us must watch from the side-lines, surrounded by our inpenetrable bubbles of privilege and ignorance. We could be friends with someone as stupid as ourselves, but that would make us worse than we already are.
"I was always big and strong, and liked playing sports. But my stepfather discriminated against me, because he held prejudice in his heart against "sport-freaks". He wanted me to be fat and stuff, so I would fit into his intelligent family, and I was all 'You're not my dad!'" - Guy 2
This is prose. It is beige. Beige is a good colour for prose. That's why this is beige. Because it's prose.
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Date: 2014-11-29 06:06 pm (UTC)Here are some slightly paraphrased samples:
"...and then they turned me down," said Guy 1. "They said the task at hand was too dangerous, and that I didn't have it in me."
"Maybe they were right," Guy 2 said comfortingly.
She thought he was really cute and she couldn't stop trying to look at him, but she tried to not look at him because she didn't want him to think she was looking at him. Then he turned towards her, and she noticed that he was looking at her.
"I don't read about news or science or politics and stuff, because I'm not fourty."
We all need to angst a lot, because our lives have all been very different and that means we can never truly understand each other. Only people who have suffered in the exact same manner can be comfortable around each other, and share a friendship as equals. The rest of us must watch from the side-lines, surrounded by our inpenetrable bubbles of privilege and ignorance. We could be friends with someone as stupid as ourselves, but that would make us worse than we already are.
"I was always big and strong, and liked playing sports. But my stepfather discriminated against me, because he held prejudice in his heart against "sport-freaks". He wanted me to be fat and stuff, so I would fit into his intelligent family, and I was all 'You're not my dad!'" - Guy 2
This is prose. It is beige. Beige is a good colour for prose. That's why this is beige. Because it's prose.
It sounds better than it really was.