"In Neuromancer, William Gibson writes, 'The sky about the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.' Try to create a description - as evocative as the one above - about the current sky."
TAKE 1
It's black.
(Hee hee!)
TAKE 2
I cannot see the sky. Or not all of it. Or not the authentic it. Before the black is a multiplicity of grids of metal and glass, keeping us separate.
TAKE 3
You know flamingoes? And turquoise (the stone). I could just say turquoise the colour, but I'm trying to be creative, and also precise. Those who know the stone will know the colour I am referring to. (Those who don't - Google it: 'turquoise; stone'.)
Anyway, put the stone and the flamingoes in a blender. And soy milk. Don't fully mix - leave it the texture of brownie before you bake it. That was the sky two nights ago.
TAKE 1
It's black.
(Hee hee!)
TAKE 2
I cannot see the sky. Or not all of it. Or not the authentic it. Before the black is a multiplicity of grids of metal and glass, keeping us separate.
TAKE 3
You know flamingoes? And turquoise (the stone). I could just say turquoise the colour, but I'm trying to be creative, and also precise. Those who know the stone will know the colour I am referring to. (Those who don't - Google it: 'turquoise; stone'.)
Anyway, put the stone and the flamingoes in a blender. And soy milk. Don't fully mix - leave it the texture of brownie before you bake it. That was the sky two nights ago.
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