Writing 101: The Yacht

Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.

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The waves slapped the hull of the small yacht, the sails snapping back and forth in the wind. The hull was slightly yellowed, with green algae on the exposed waterline. The biting wind, roaring in your ears.

Dark clouds brooded on the horizon. As the crew dragged the flapping sail down to the boom, the weathered skipper shouted “Looks like we got back just in time. That storm looks heavy.”

The engine started to chug and the little boat swayed safely into the muddy creek. Home safe and sound.

 

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