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tools for painting in words |
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It was mist upon mist. The Portuguese Princess plowed out of Provincetown harbor
toward Stellwagen Bank where the humpbacks had been feeding for several
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They can stretch out their necks like a giraffe,
or loom underwater like an apocryphal hippo. They browse on lettuce thrown on the water like a cow moose
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stretch vs move |
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loom vs appear |
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browse vs chew |
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...they keep plugging, rolling like sailorly
souls--a bobbing, infirm gait, a brave, sea-legged momentum--stopping
occasionally to study the lay of the land. |
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a gait |
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a bobbing, infirm gait |
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a
momentum |
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a brave, sea-legged momentum |
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He swam purposefully toward the boat. Then
under. More silence. I crossed quickly to the other side in
time to see his huge greenish head explosively break through the surface. |
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swam |
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swam purposefully |
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crossed |
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crossed quickly |
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exploded |
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suddenly exploded |
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NOUNS can be named and or modified |
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VERBS can be more descriptive and or modified |
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Think of each one as a door which can be opened
with more detail and descriptiveness |
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Sight |
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Smell |
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Sound |
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Taste |
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Feeling/touch |
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The boat, its engine cut, rolled on four-foot
swells. The smell of oil and gas hung
in the air, making my head ache and my throat tighten as I tried to
swallow. |
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They have a penguin’s alertness, combined with a
build like a Brontosaurus when they rise up on tiptoe. Then they hunch and ponderously lunge like
a grizzly going forward. |
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a penguin’s alertness |
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like a Brontosaurus |
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like a grizzly going forward |
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to “paint” the picture more completely |
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to “paint” the picture with more detail |
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to “paint” the picture in a more engaging and
creative way |
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He was angry. |
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I noticed George’s body get rigid and his face
get a blank tenseness like a flat board.
His hands clenched together involuntarily as his jaw set
square. Had I said something wrong? I felt as though he was like a spring
getting wound tighter and tighter.
“Hey, did I say something wrong?” I asked. “NO!” he lied, answering loudly and too quickly. His chair scrapped against the hardwood
floor as he rose and stomped off through the door, slamming it with a big
bang. |
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