Challenge 36 ETA: Or not! Just ignore this. I posted teh wrongzorz.
Challenge: [36] Ventriloquism
Title: New Times
Word count: 371
Notes: This was originally my Twelfth Night vocabulary homework, one sentence per word. There were a lot of semicolons. I've expanded it, but all the original words are still in there. You might have to squint to see the prompt...Oh well.
The estimable Anna Wright walked down the street to her coronation, greeting everyone with a smile as she went. She was always careful about her image. It wouldn’t do to be seen as peevish right when public opinion was favoring her most. Ms. Wright was perfectly sweet even in the face of those churlish people who attempted to blackmail her. Naturally, they were lying about information. They were immediately given the best of care in the insane ward of the hospital; after all, who but the most insane would threaten the embodiment of perfection? Her mellifluous voice could be heard at all hours through the loudspeakers on every street, soothing the people. At those times no business was conducted, but the entire population came outside in any weather to listen to her latest suggestions. No one was constrained to follow her wishes, but disobedience was nevertheless inconceivable. Any feelings of discontent were mitigated as soon as Anna’s perfect voice was heard. Criminals were immediately filled with remorse when this great lady came among them. In the most soothing manner she impressed upon them with wrongdoing, and not one could escape the powerful feeling of gratitude she left them with. Indignation, indeed any powerful emotion, was a thing of the past. If they were looked at clearly, the guidelines in Anna Wright’s Handbook for a Proper Citizen’s Conduct might be seen to be slightly obscure. No-one ever looked.
Shortly before the end of the Great Nuclear War an epistle from an unknown woman was sent to all the fractured nation’s leaders. With it came a short recording. In the aftermath of war a steady citizen with a vision rose up above the skittish population. Under her direction unsavory types no longer dallied in the streets but steadily worked at their assigned tasks. Criminal courts could be turned over to restoration work now that contemplation of crimes was guided by her exacting moral compass. Occasionally an announcement would be made discrediting rumors about bands of rogues working to destroy the new paradise, but such things always abound and they were not given any thought. The demure Anna Wright was the perfect choice as Elected Ruler of the New Peace States of the World.
Title: New Times
Word count: 371
Notes: This was originally my Twelfth Night vocabulary homework, one sentence per word. There were a lot of semicolons. I've expanded it, but all the original words are still in there. You might have to squint to see the prompt...Oh well.
The estimable Anna Wright walked down the street to her coronation, greeting everyone with a smile as she went. She was always careful about her image. It wouldn’t do to be seen as peevish right when public opinion was favoring her most. Ms. Wright was perfectly sweet even in the face of those churlish people who attempted to blackmail her. Naturally, they were lying about information. They were immediately given the best of care in the insane ward of the hospital; after all, who but the most insane would threaten the embodiment of perfection? Her mellifluous voice could be heard at all hours through the loudspeakers on every street, soothing the people. At those times no business was conducted, but the entire population came outside in any weather to listen to her latest suggestions. No one was constrained to follow her wishes, but disobedience was nevertheless inconceivable. Any feelings of discontent were mitigated as soon as Anna’s perfect voice was heard. Criminals were immediately filled with remorse when this great lady came among them. In the most soothing manner she impressed upon them with wrongdoing, and not one could escape the powerful feeling of gratitude she left them with. Indignation, indeed any powerful emotion, was a thing of the past. If they were looked at clearly, the guidelines in Anna Wright’s Handbook for a Proper Citizen’s Conduct might be seen to be slightly obscure. No-one ever looked.
Shortly before the end of the Great Nuclear War an epistle from an unknown woman was sent to all the fractured nation’s leaders. With it came a short recording. In the aftermath of war a steady citizen with a vision rose up above the skittish population. Under her direction unsavory types no longer dallied in the streets but steadily worked at their assigned tasks. Criminal courts could be turned over to restoration work now that contemplation of crimes was guided by her exacting moral compass. Occasionally an announcement would be made discrediting rumors about bands of rogues working to destroy the new paradise, but such things always abound and they were not given any thought. The demure Anna Wright was the perfect choice as Elected Ruler of the New Peace States of the World.