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writing test Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Rossi (Proof of creative writing 17/03/2009)


Rossi put his white shirt-black back the fateful number nine, to take the field this Sunday with a big bad 'teeth. The upper left incisor, as an apparently healthy coral, already pinched by the morning and fifteen was almost unbearable.
In the field, the cry to scan the crowd of his name, made him for a moment, but only for a moment forget the torment. Not even the two swallowed painkillers before the race, had relieved the pain.
pain that was added to more pain, to be conscious not to play a good game. Missed the ball in crucial moments of the game, the simplest actions, he found it difficult. He thought of asking for change, but was torn between wanting to still groped, and respect the rules of the team. When the thirty-seventh of the first half, a ball returned by Zoff, was pegged to three-quarters Furino and cut into a beautiful diagonal spiovve millimeter on his head, Paul did not miss the ball, and a dynamic rotation Chapter nell'angolino put the opposite of the goal, the goalkeeper rashly tried to turn the ball away out of a closed fist, and not finding the attacker struck in the middle of the mouth.
Rossi took the company just carried from competitions, received no more pain and an incisive look up from the earth, rejoiced with hands raised to his companions, who embraced him, then wriggling on close friends ran to the coach who was rejoicing speechless, seeing him coming toward him with the cloister of white teeth and bloody of the two upper teeth missing.

Cost Of Pecan Orchard

SO 'WOULD YOU LIKE to be a writer? - Charles Bukowski



if you do not explode all inside in spite of everything, do not.
unless you come straight from the heart and mind and mouth and guts, do not.
if you just stand sitting for hours staring at computer screens or bent over the typewriter searching for words, do not.
if you do it for money or fame, do not.
if you do it because women want in bed, do not.
if you sit there writing and rewriting, do not.
if it is already hard at the thought of it, do not.
if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget it.

if you wait until you come out as a roar, then wait patiently.
if you do not ever released as a roar, do something else.
if you read it first to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or someone, you're not ready.

not be like so many writers, do not be like all those thousands of people who call themselves writers, do not be dull and boring and pretentious, do not get consumed by self-complacency.
the libraries of the world have yawned herself to sleep for guys like you.
not join them.
not.
unless you come out from the soul like a rocket, unless the stand still does not take you to madness or suicide or murder, do not.
unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, do not.

when it is really time and if you are predestined, by itself and will continue until you die or you will die.

there is no other way.

and there never was.