Writing 101: (Day 7)

Day Seven: Give and Take

Today’s Prompt: Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else.

Remember those “compare and contrast” essays in composition class, in which you’re forced to create a clunky juxtaposition of two arguments? Just because that particular form was a bore doesn’t mean that opposition has no place in your writing.

Bringing together two different things — from the abstract and the inanimate to the living and breathing — creates a natural source of tension, and conflict drives writing forward. It makes your reader want to continue to the next sentence, to the next page. So, focus on your two starkly different siblings, or your competing love for tacos and macarons, or whether thoughts are more powerful than words, or…you get the idea.

Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue. You can create a strong opposition between the two speakers — a lovers’ quarrel or a fierce political debate, for example. Or you could aim to highlight the difference in tone and style between the two different speakers — your call!

writing 101 day 7

Now she’s gone.

How they ever got together in the first place is beyond me, she’s from this really rough part of town while he was born with a whole canteen of silver cutlery in his mouth. I would have loved to have been there when he took her home to meet his mother. I’ve never met her, never seen her in person. Come to think of it I’ve never seen any of his side of the family in the flesh. Well that’s unsurprising, I’d never go to where they go and they probably don’t even know that this part of town even exist. It was a real shocker to see his mother in the news. At first I didn’t take much notice, well why should I? Just another toff, but then I saw a picture of her, our Claire. Sure it has been over fourty-five years, but as soon as I saw her on the front page, I knew it was her, all grown up and now dead. That day when she walked out came flooding back as if it was yesterday. The things she said, the accusations, terrible things. I don’t like to remember that day; she was all red faced with a mouth full of screams. I like to think of when she was our little princess.
Yeah, of course I wanted to speak out, to scream myself, but it would have bought up all that stuff from the past and at my age with so much time lost and gone, well it was best to watch from the side lines. I guess if her father was still alive he would have kicked up a fuss and made his voice heard.
They said neither of them suffered, but how does anyone really know, none of us were there. I wonder if she thought of me. I’m guessing not. I half expected someone from the press might have tracked me down for my side of the story, but not a peep. Just as well really, like I said, bringing up all that stuff from the past.
It would be nice to speak to his side of the family, but i’ve got nothing less then thirty years old to wear. I’ve kept the cuttings from the news paper, in the before photos she looked happy, they both did. I so wish I’d have made the move to get in touch with my Claire and now I never will….

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