Just practicing the dialogue exercise we did in class. comments, thoughts, anything is appreciated.
"I lifted the pencil off the ivory desk taking a deep breath..."
"I'd like to write, but I'd daydream so much that I would lose my sense of place. Daisy always told me that she loved watching the sky... Watching the sky through rain, snow, and thunderstorms day in and day out. Staring at the sky however, makes my stomach lurch as if I'm drinking milk."
"Do you think all milk is processed differently?"
My ears began to flirt with the sound of the blaring alarms of my neighbors cream-colored SUV as kids were throwing snowballs at each other.
"Watching her count the drops fall out the cracks of crusted milk in the sky, I swear her hair match the complexion of the gloomy weather"
"Doesn't milk make you think of snow? If its as really pure as we think it is. Its dirty... Not like the third stall in the Men's restroom of Bowdon, but like recycled water crystallized. Pure in its own way."
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