English Writing
- diction
- fragments
- first draft
- second draft
- third draft
- scene
- short story
- novelette
- on writing
- novel
- poetry
- literary criticism
"Cut," the director shouted through a loud speaker. He walked to the young actress named Jiujiu who had rode through a street on a bicycle. "Your ride is not so much in a hurry than in earnest. Remember all the troubles you went through to get your mom treated. Your love and worry for her is reaching a breaking point."
I
"Fair, kind, and true," says Shakespeare
"Fast, kindle, and toon," varying to other sphere
Against death, and all-oblivious quantity
My Muse has grown with this growing quality
"I hate, I hate", her alteration singed
Upon snow with ashing glow not esteemed
A ball from snow away she threw,
Over the rainbow it went willful-slow
The miles are measured falling and fell
Wu was a good doctor or everyone said so, but maybe too good a doctor that his wife, Mimi, thought such singularity of goodness had crowded everything out. She had the impression that he was full of life in his white overcoat, but appeared lifeless as soon as he stepped out of it. Yes, he came home each evening, but did so like a specter with no body mass.
Give Me Liberty?
“Give me liberty? Or give me death?” Professor Qian burst into laughing and repeated the word “death” in a high-pitched roar. People at nearby tables eyed us and then got back to their own business. The Bar was about half lit as if to make a point that all sound and fury must be kept in check here. At this point we were half drunk.
Taking a Walk
It was a sunny day and I took a walk in the morning. There were people, mostly elderly, walking along the promenade that threaded its way in a park like a construction site. Yet there was no clue of people minding the noise and dust. “Isn’t this great?” I thought to myself. “They would have been adaptive to a war zone.”