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Writing a Descriptive Story

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The seasons, the traffic and the pavement became the events of the day. Blood and ink from blister and pen decorated the stacks in her room. Details of strokes given to her coarse hair by the brush, her hands of paper, the dust made live by her ink only to be crushed by the weight of another page the next day. She measured the height of her life and her living by standing next to the pages and measuring them against herself.
Day after day a page, too. To the shin and then the knee. A stack to the waist and then her bosom. Tricky the stack were when they grew so high. Care and keeping, these were the words she whispered to the stacks, the pages, herself. Care and keeping. The first stack by the right of the mantle.

The second to the left.
Boxes and crates made the page one spring morning. Young couples and old couples. People with dogs and carrying carpets. A chair. Trucks and busses and couples. With the writing done, she felt a stirring. The stacks were speaking to her and she could not understand. Her paper hands were spotted now. Spotted with ink and paper and care and keeping. Care and keeping, but she was missing something in the stacks. She began with the first, as high as herself. Reaching up, she read of hair-strokes and paper hands. She read off a linen nightgown and coarse hair. She read of her life. But she couldn’t understand the murmuring of the stacks.
Page after page was consumed but still, they murmured. An errant turn knocked the oldest of the stack over onto the floor, a carpet of pages littering the room. She looked at the floor, the desk and the window. The murmuring stopped when she retrieved two notes from the desk drawer. One in a flowing masculine hand, the other a likeness of a dog.
They will want bread and turkey soon, she thought. But first, note for them to let them know I will be coming out of myself. Ink on paper from a paper hand and coarse hair falling into the envelope. One sealed with her practiced hand. The other letter was blank. .

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  • Pages: 4 (1000 words)
  • Document Type: Essay
  • Subject: Literature
  • Level: Masters
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