The other day I posted about those pesky verbs that take the color out of telling a story. I gave you all a prompt sentence to re-write and put color to: While playing pool with friends, Mary thought about Jake .
I’m sure everyone is still busy working on something awesome for this writing prompt and I have finally finished mine. Here it is:
She lined up her next shot. CRACK! The colored balls scattered in every direction across the sea of green felt. Each ball slowly rolled to a stop short of their respective holes. “Crap!” With burning eyes she slapped the stick to the table and pinched the bridge of her nose. Talking to no one, “What was he thinking? “
How would you bring that sentence to life? Add it to the comments if you like.