An Emotionally Charged Story in 50 Words

I’ve been reading this book which claims that the workplace future belongs to right-brain thinkers.  I don’t entirely buy the author’s argument (can the U.S. really run on nothing but humanities majors?), but he does include some interesting “creativity enhancing” exercises in the back of the book, one of which is to write a mini-narrative exactly 50 words long, including a beginning, middle, and end.

Here is my Saturday mini-narrative:

Bright sunshine beckoned me and a female companion to the vineyards of Virginia.  We arrived with hot afternoon drunkenness in mind.  No spitting for us; we swallowed every swig.  “Please don’t embarrass me,” pleaded my companion.  Cue embarrassment.  I yanked a grape cluster from a vine.  We fled, sexually aroused.





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  1. i feel bad that you have no comments yet. this post is good enough to warrant at least one.

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  2. I used to have to write these types of exercises…they are fun, and there’s a lot to be said for the ability to be concise.

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  3. nobody wants to see my soft side. *sniff* i is cryink bitter tears.

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  4. The whole “left-brain” “right-brain” stuff is BS. This guy conned you.

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  5. I pinched her arm with the youthful exuberance of a kid running home after the last day of school. Romantic feelings fluttered as we floated around the park soaking in the sunshine, in an effort to assuage our visceral altercation. Anger was replaced with primal lust. We fucked passionately, uninhibited.

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