On 100 Words

I’ve noticed some stuff about this whole exercise, actually only one major thing: sometimes it helps me write creatively, and other times it just makes me write strait facts.  For example, in one piece I wrote something like: “my hands are coated in soft,” which is a pretty sweet image (and also more creative than being exact).  On my last piece though, I felt that all my creative fluff had to be removed to get the crux of what I was saying.  Maybe it still works as a factual post.  Interesting stuff.  This post is 97 words.

100 Words – My Bird History

Ryan had a bright green parakeet.  It was loud - screeching over conversation.  Birds are bad pets, especially since they are so constricted in their cages.  Maybe that’s why they yell. My favorite dinosaur used to be the pterodactyl.  Maybe I liked birds a lot; maybe I liked imagining a scaly creature that is closer to a lizard swooping around the prehistoric skies. I’ve forgotten.  I have seen two rare birds in my life: a Bald Eagle and a Goldfinch.  I saw the Eagle while rafting on the seemingly turbulent Delaware River rapids, and I saw the Goldfinch while hiking in west-central NJ.