Cuz Everyone Else Is Doing It
This is my wordle, based on the prologue of my new novel:
I like that the word "Small" comes out so large, it really is one of the themes of the book.
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Added:
I thought afterwards, without the actual prologue, this make little sense, so here it is:
Prologue
The grass is tall, painted gold by the setting autumn sun. Soft wind blows through the tips as it slopes up a small hill. Near the top, the blades shorten, finally breaking to dirt upon which stands a willow. Its roots, twisted with Spanish moss, split and dig into the loam like fingers. The splintery muscles of one gnarled arm bulges high above the ground, hiding the small body, naked and pink, on the other side. Fetal positioned, her back touches the knotted trunk. Her eyes are closed. Above her, the small leaves shake together as their thin branches shiver in the cold breeze. The red and silver sky gently touch her face. Her breath is gone. The backs of her arms, the tops of her feet, are blue. She's too small for this hill, too small for this tree. She's too small to be left alone under all this sky.
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erdnase out.
I like that the word "Small" comes out so large, it really is one of the themes of the book.
Click on it to make it bigger.
Added:
I thought afterwards, without the actual prologue, this make little sense, so here it is:
Prologue
The grass is tall, painted gold by the setting autumn sun. Soft wind blows through the tips as it slopes up a small hill. Near the top, the blades shorten, finally breaking to dirt upon which stands a willow. Its roots, twisted with Spanish moss, split and dig into the loam like fingers. The splintery muscles of one gnarled arm bulges high above the ground, hiding the small body, naked and pink, on the other side. Fetal positioned, her back touches the knotted trunk. Her eyes are closed. Above her, the small leaves shake together as their thin branches shiver in the cold breeze. The red and silver sky gently touch her face. Her breath is gone. The backs of her arms, the tops of her feet, are blue. She's too small for this hill, too small for this tree. She's too small to be left alone under all this sky.
# # #
erdnase out.