Assignment For Myself
Do this: Search google for “newspaper bonus tire tree” and read first webpage
Write: What works
Fifteen Minute Maximum Writing Time, No Editing While Writing.
Result:
The Harrington School for Boys had been abandoned in 1973, when the city finished building the new, daringly named, “Hometown High.” My grandfather bought the old property and refused to do a thing to it. A few years later the council approached my grandfather and demanded that something be done about the building, as it was not only an eyesore but also an invitation to trouble for the town’s children.
My grandfather reminded them that he was still the richest man in town, that they had made a pretty penny off the sale of the building and lot, and that if they kept bothering him, he’d leave them out of his will.
The council, not being stupid, kept their mouths shut, but asked that grandfather please do something about the children who were going in through broken windows to have sex, smoke dope, and God Knows What Else.
His answer was to build a twelve-foot tall fence topped with razorwire around the property, with an identical, smaller one a few feet inside of it. The gap between the two of them was filled, prison-like, with more razorwire.
He hired a small team of security guards for the property with a minimum of one working at any given time. Rent-a-cops these were not, and each one carried a gun. These ranged from a snub-nose .38 to a pistol-grip pump shotgun.
To enter the building, one stood outside of a massive gate on the north end of the property, rang a bell, and the guard would confirm via ID swipe and closed-circuit camera that the person was allowed entrance to what was now being called “The Compound.”
Grandfather installed all manner of outdated machinery on the second floor, all of which was brought in under the cover of night, concealed by massive black tarps. There was an old steam redistribution unit, a belt-driven corn twister, a number of diesel-fueled catalytic compounders, and a dozen other things to go bump, whirr, clank, and make unholy whistles. He only turned them on at night, though, mostly so nobody could hear the sounds of the kids he secretly let in to use the first floor to have sex, smoke dope, and God Knows What Else.
benjamin
(with Special Thanks(tm) to
spasmsproject)
Write: What works
Fifteen Minute Maximum Writing Time, No Editing While Writing.
Result:
The Harrington School for Boys had been abandoned in 1973, when the city finished building the new, daringly named, “Hometown High.” My grandfather bought the old property and refused to do a thing to it. A few years later the council approached my grandfather and demanded that something be done about the building, as it was not only an eyesore but also an invitation to trouble for the town’s children.
My grandfather reminded them that he was still the richest man in town, that they had made a pretty penny off the sale of the building and lot, and that if they kept bothering him, he’d leave them out of his will.
The council, not being stupid, kept their mouths shut, but asked that grandfather please do something about the children who were going in through broken windows to have sex, smoke dope, and God Knows What Else.
His answer was to build a twelve-foot tall fence topped with razorwire around the property, with an identical, smaller one a few feet inside of it. The gap between the two of them was filled, prison-like, with more razorwire.
He hired a small team of security guards for the property with a minimum of one working at any given time. Rent-a-cops these were not, and each one carried a gun. These ranged from a snub-nose .38 to a pistol-grip pump shotgun.
To enter the building, one stood outside of a massive gate on the north end of the property, rang a bell, and the guard would confirm via ID swipe and closed-circuit camera that the person was allowed entrance to what was now being called “The Compound.”
Grandfather installed all manner of outdated machinery on the second floor, all of which was brought in under the cover of night, concealed by massive black tarps. There was an old steam redistribution unit, a belt-driven corn twister, a number of diesel-fueled catalytic compounders, and a dozen other things to go bump, whirr, clank, and make unholy whistles. He only turned them on at night, though, mostly so nobody could hear the sounds of the kids he secretly let in to use the first floor to have sex, smoke dope, and God Knows What Else.
benjamin
(with Special Thanks(tm) to
spasmsproject)