The Extremely Close Blurt Thread -1

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[4est_4est_Gump]

Is there any other?

That post alone almost took this thread out of the negative.

There isn't any in Lawrence, KANSAS!

 

[oggbashan]

what the hell is a run on sentence anyway I have heard of them but can never seem to figure out what they are even though some say it is is intuitively obvious to even the most casual observer and i consider myself a casual observer from way back and I mean way back you know back when nipple headed titwits were considered the norm

Good try, but this is a run on sentence:

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities that any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 62.8

Or my posted story: http://www.literotica.com/s/breathless-stargazing

 

[kbate]

Good try, but this is a run on sentence:

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 62.8

Or my posted story: http://www.literotica.com/s/breathless-stargazing

Than should be that. C-

 

[oggbashan]

Than should be that. C-

Well spotted. Edit of post and original has been implemented.

I thought it deserved a D-, even without the typo.

 

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[oggbashan]

That is just so degrading.

I thought it was just rank.

X-rated would be good, but the X would be for horrified readers, not for sexual content.

 

[kbate]

Well spotted. Edit of post and original has been implemented.

I thought it deserved a D-, even without the typo.

I debated on whether to mark down to the D based on "evil minded" being un-hyphenated but decided that either usage could be proper in this sentence.

At grade 62.8 some leeway is possible, but not much.

 

[oggbashan]

I debated on whether to mark down to the D based on "evil minded" being un-hyphenated but decided that either usage could be proper in this sentence.

At grade 62.8 some leeway is possible, but not much.

But Reading Ease Zero takes some beating unless I invent my own esoteric language and then forget how to read it.

 

[kbate]

But Reading Ease Zero takes some beating unless I invent my own esoteric language and then forget how to read it.

Perhaps next fall I'll drop this one on my students as a "beat this" exercise - right before assigning Joyce as their weekend reading.

 

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[kbate]

Make sure they decode Arnold's car messages.

I figure it will let me nap for the hour. Won't even bother reading them, just the analysis at the end.

 

[oggbashan]

I figure it will let me nap for the hour. Won't even bother reading them, just the analysis at the end.

If you really want to get them too busy, set them the task of writing 15 x 50-word stories.

They might run out of fingers and toes.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

^^This is an example of nerds playing above the rim.

 

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[HoneyFortune]

This reminds me of a guy I worked with who was an extremely close talker. I would sometimes preemptively close talk just so I could control the conversation. He hated when I would double up on close and low talking.

 

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