Writing [Voice] Rain

Chase

Director
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Boss (situational)
Color #
536373
The objective of [Voice] exercises is to write in your character's voice.

Rules:
  • Write a story in first person, your character narrates this story
  • Use the five indicated words
  • Any form of the word is allowed, including compound words (ex: rain, raining, rainfall)
Words:
  • rain
  • abstract
  • great
  • garden
  • forbidden
 

Patty

Valkyrie
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Patt, Patts, Petite, Amber Cecelia Argos, Valkyrie
Color #
8d8844
During uni, took a field trip to the National Gallery in London. This dude in his 60s started talking about how abstract art, for the "uninitiated" was like some kind of forbidden garden.

He was showing off 'Rain, Steam and Speed' by J. M. W. Turner. He said it was a great masterpiece of symbolism, and to note the hare running along the tracks at the bottom right.

I stared at that painting, and nothing. But while the group was moving on, I saw a little white rabbit with pink ears hopping along the track. And then I was like, oh my god! Why didn't he say it was a fuzzy white bunny!? Art snobs.
 

Charlet

little red riding hood ? v.i.l.e.
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Lottie
I run in the garden during a heavy rainstorm.
The great thunder roars loudly
It’s forbidden to play in a rain storm
Abstract I would be to not do what I am doing
Because it’s an obsession to splash in puddles of mine
I proably will get sick later this afternoon
 

Joe Kerr

VILE Trickster
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Joey, Joseph,
Color #
8a2be2
Looking out the watchtower windows, I silently observe the rain; its rhythm has always been inexplicably calming to me.

Beyond the soggy silhouette of the town I can barely make out the great forest that surrounds us. It reminds me of a story the old nuns used to tell; of a garden at the beginning of creation, of the tree of forbidden fruit.

Abstract ideas of its appearance and taste dance in my mind; not for the first time i find myself wondering what if I'd been there, would I have made the same choice to open Pandora's box? would it really have been worth it all?
 

Victorique

ACME
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Ivory, Victorique, V
Color #
647687
Greatness was often an abstract concept for myself. Those who came before me always led in one way or another, be they king, politician, head of a crime ring, or preacher.
I, however persuasive I may be, had an aversion to crowds.
I could not see myself in front of any number of people and ask them to follow me through the cold, the wet, the rain, the harsh and dreary, and expect myself to be considered great by them.
I would rather hide in some labyrinthine garden, spending all the while seeking knowledge; almost to fisticuffs with the briars over some forbidden path to a yet unexplored trove of ideas.
 
Color #
White
For as far back as I can remember, I have always liked the rain.
There is really nothing abstract about it.

A light rain, in the morning, gives me a good excuse to be a little "lazy" to start my day later
napping with cats, talking with family and friends

A moderate, steady rain is always appreciated in my small, rural, idyllic hometown in Ohio, by people who like to plant gardens of vegetables and flowers; and in a town where much of our industry is still linked to agriculture, by farmers, who grow crops such as hay, for livestock and corn, that can be enjoyed by animals and humans, alike.

But, I have always enjoyed the storm, too.
Most of the time, it arrives as it was forecast, days earlier, with constant updates, and dire predictions of it expected impact; and numerous warnings to be prepared for any possibility while at the same time, we are always cautioned not to venture out for any reason; although noone can really forbid you from doing it.

But, I have always liked the fast-moving storm,
with no announcement of its arrival
except some loud rumbles of thunder
and bright, hot bursts of white and blue lightning
that light up the sky
making certain I have candles, and matches, and flashlights ready
And then the power goes out, and I know there's nothing I can do, for a while anyway
but sit in the dark; but it doesn't scare me; in fact, I like it
I see it as a reminder that we, human beings, who think we are so smart,
have not conquered nature, as we think we have, that a greater power is at work.

But, then the next day, I will look out the window, and I see the shutters that were blown off the house; the pieces of the board blown off the fence; the tree limbs in front yard; the creek in the backyard, overflowing its banks a little. Then, later, I turn on the TV and I see the aftermath of the storm for all the towns, cities and suburbs, that as the crow flies, really aren't that far from us, that suffered much greater damage, with epic flooding, where people lost everything; and I feel guilty.

So, I keep it to myself; because I know not everyone will understand why I love the rain.
 

Lucy

ACME
AMA
findcarmen.com
Known Aliases
Alice, Lou, "Strength",Luce, Rini
Although it was raining and I was tired, I decided to visit the gorgeous garden. I had not been there for over a month, so It was with great anticipation that I approached the entrance. When I got there I was saddened for it was now forbidden to go there. Luckily I felt like wandering around that day, for I had not see the rest of the area and I came across a place with abstract art.
 

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