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The first assignment was to master three words and use them together in no less than two paragraphs for Monday and Tuesday. Three more for Wednesday and Thursday. Then all six words for Friday, no more than five paragraphs. Well, I felt I did a wonderful job putting those words into context that made perfectly good sense to me. Well, Mr. (or Miss, or whatever the fuck it is) Teacher disagreed with my art of literature and failed me. Ah, yes, I felt like a black man during the 1950s trying to enter a white woman’s home but being captured by white supremacists and ostracized from the community because of my skin color.
I’ve included scans of my assignments that were met with great prejudice. I’ve also copypasta them below for your convenience. You tell me who’s in the wrong.
November 27, 2023
The three words: bicker, boisterous, and perseverance. Write three stories/scenes using the three words in each, no more than two paragraphs each.
1) Not being easily discouraged while driving yourself to greatness is perseverance of the mind. In my humble opinion, sacrifice and patience are two lovers in bed fucking the living shit out of one another. Ah, yes, she has a big, sturdy, ass-wrecking strap-on. Ouchie-mouchie, right?
Bickering over trivial aspects keeps you in the basement of sheer isolation. The arrogant dumdums thrive in retardation, neither they’ll taste success nor the gamy flavor of a happy-aroused wet vagina. Ah, yes, accepting defeat before ever trying. Boisterous losses are his conscience. Many committed suicide after the Bitcoin collapse. No electricity, no juice for crypto mining—no one bailed them out. A time yet to expire in this universe.
2) Slutty women with boisterous mouths are incompetent fucks that just lay there. They're loud and bicker constantly for attention, which is their strength. They annoy you by capturing your eyes and aching your ears. But when it comes to the nasty, they're soft, quiet, and creepy. Their perseverance in autism is more potent than their dedication to lover proficiency.
3) Fuckbois and hookup artists lack perseverance. Anyone can fuck. A slut, or today's roastie who loves partying and sucking on that cock. They avoid commitment and loyalty; it's too sticky. They'd rather bicker about nonsense than improve themselves into decent housewives. Boisterous attitudes! What nasty spirits!
November 29, 2023
The three words: crude, limn, and tetchy. Write five stories/scenes using the three words in each, no more than two paragraphs each.
1) The tetchy old man limned a crude description of his past, hiding important details. The hooker turned her back to him and bent down. With her hands on her buttocks, she pulled them apart, revealing that intimate area many dare not show—the Brown Rabbit Hole. “I would tell you more, but I don’t trust whores,” he assured her. She sighed and held her stance.
2) A nascent lover is crude with technique. Her imagination limned the love-making act from movies and books. But when it finally happened, it was nothing like the romantic scene she'd watched a hundred times. Sweaty, smelly, dirty, painful, and awkward. Why do writers embellish such things?
3) Maturity ripens a woman's lust. Her aches, once crude, are now hungry to be quenched. From her first kisses, first bases, she was tetchy about certain areas of her body. Today, she's open to any pleasure. Ah, yes, the origin story of The Cumdumpster. I could limn a prettier picture, but I believe this is how she'll want the world to remember her. Not as a brilliant lawyer. Not as a diligent community leader. She wanted the world to know she was a Liberal. "All aboard!" she said to three naked, eager men. Three more were not far from the platform bed, still undressing. "Remember, guys, I want it all in my face at once!” She concluded to the new guys, “That includes you three.”
4) Poverty during childhood begins innocently crude and slowly turns agonizingly cruel. Limning the daily life of the streets in today's predicament is a pickle, especially that life that turned me tetchy.
5) That meet-and-greet was crude in its dialogue. Neither of us knew what to say or what not to say. Trying to limn thoughts into words that wouldn't be criticized was tricky. But she was tetchy regardless. "Don't touch me!" she said after she tripped over the step. Ugh. I bet she felt awkward and embarrassed. "I can help myself, I'm an independent woman!" Okey-dokey, knock yourself out. And that she did. After she got up, she tripped again. Ah, yes, 2023’s Woman of the Year.
December 1, 2023
The six words: bicker, boisterous, crude, limn, perseverance, and tetchy. Write one story/scene using all six words. You can do this!
“It’s time, Daisy.”
The perseverance the man had endured since her arrival was finally about to pay off as those words left his lips. His facial expression limned excitement as he opened the oven door. Inside was a crude, roasted meatloaf stuffed with mushrooms, breadcrumbs, chopped onions, peppers, and roadkill. The aroma flooded his nostrils.
Pinching her nose, “That stinks!” the tetchy date said.
The woman stepped back as he carried the hot glass pan to the counter. She shook her head, seeing that the entree resembled a cow’s turd rather than meatloaf. He rested it on the marbled top and assured her, “Yum yum.”
“I’m not eating that shit,” she contested the masterpiece of cuisine.
He sensed a moment of boisterous bickering over this nonsense with her abnormal scent if he debated her resentment of this dish for kings and queens — living in the apocalypse after the Jews, Islamic Goat Fuckers, and Faggots had destroyed the world with their greed, arrogance, and stupidity. “Then I must end this story.”
She shrugged, What the fuck? Everything went void.
I’ve included scans of my assignments that were met with great prejudice. I’ve also copypasta them below for your convenience. You tell me who’s in the wrong.
November 27, 2023
The three words: bicker, boisterous, and perseverance. Write three stories/scenes using the three words in each, no more than two paragraphs each.
1) Not being easily discouraged while driving yourself to greatness is perseverance of the mind. In my humble opinion, sacrifice and patience are two lovers in bed fucking the living shit out of one another. Ah, yes, she has a big, sturdy, ass-wrecking strap-on. Ouchie-mouchie, right?
Bickering over trivial aspects keeps you in the basement of sheer isolation. The arrogant dumdums thrive in retardation, neither they’ll taste success nor the gamy flavor of a happy-aroused wet vagina. Ah, yes, accepting defeat before ever trying. Boisterous losses are his conscience. Many committed suicide after the Bitcoin collapse. No electricity, no juice for crypto mining—no one bailed them out. A time yet to expire in this universe.
2) Slutty women with boisterous mouths are incompetent fucks that just lay there. They're loud and bicker constantly for attention, which is their strength. They annoy you by capturing your eyes and aching your ears. But when it comes to the nasty, they're soft, quiet, and creepy. Their perseverance in autism is more potent than their dedication to lover proficiency.
3) Fuckbois and hookup artists lack perseverance. Anyone can fuck. A slut, or today's roastie who loves partying and sucking on that cock. They avoid commitment and loyalty; it's too sticky. They'd rather bicker about nonsense than improve themselves into decent housewives. Boisterous attitudes! What nasty spirits!
November 29, 2023
The three words: crude, limn, and tetchy. Write five stories/scenes using the three words in each, no more than two paragraphs each.
1) The tetchy old man limned a crude description of his past, hiding important details. The hooker turned her back to him and bent down. With her hands on her buttocks, she pulled them apart, revealing that intimate area many dare not show—the Brown Rabbit Hole. “I would tell you more, but I don’t trust whores,” he assured her. She sighed and held her stance.
2) A nascent lover is crude with technique. Her imagination limned the love-making act from movies and books. But when it finally happened, it was nothing like the romantic scene she'd watched a hundred times. Sweaty, smelly, dirty, painful, and awkward. Why do writers embellish such things?
3) Maturity ripens a woman's lust. Her aches, once crude, are now hungry to be quenched. From her first kisses, first bases, she was tetchy about certain areas of her body. Today, she's open to any pleasure. Ah, yes, the origin story of The Cumdumpster. I could limn a prettier picture, but I believe this is how she'll want the world to remember her. Not as a brilliant lawyer. Not as a diligent community leader. She wanted the world to know she was a Liberal. "All aboard!" she said to three naked, eager men. Three more were not far from the platform bed, still undressing. "Remember, guys, I want it all in my face at once!” She concluded to the new guys, “That includes you three.”
4) Poverty during childhood begins innocently crude and slowly turns agonizingly cruel. Limning the daily life of the streets in today's predicament is a pickle, especially that life that turned me tetchy.
5) That meet-and-greet was crude in its dialogue. Neither of us knew what to say or what not to say. Trying to limn thoughts into words that wouldn't be criticized was tricky. But she was tetchy regardless. "Don't touch me!" she said after she tripped over the step. Ugh. I bet she felt awkward and embarrassed. "I can help myself, I'm an independent woman!" Okey-dokey, knock yourself out. And that she did. After she got up, she tripped again. Ah, yes, 2023’s Woman of the Year.
December 1, 2023
The six words: bicker, boisterous, crude, limn, perseverance, and tetchy. Write one story/scene using all six words. You can do this!
“It’s time, Daisy.”
The perseverance the man had endured since her arrival was finally about to pay off as those words left his lips. His facial expression limned excitement as he opened the oven door. Inside was a crude, roasted meatloaf stuffed with mushrooms, breadcrumbs, chopped onions, peppers, and roadkill. The aroma flooded his nostrils.
Pinching her nose, “That stinks!” the tetchy date said.
The woman stepped back as he carried the hot glass pan to the counter. She shook her head, seeing that the entree resembled a cow’s turd rather than meatloaf. He rested it on the marbled top and assured her, “Yum yum.”
“I’m not eating that shit,” she contested the masterpiece of cuisine.
He sensed a moment of boisterous bickering over this nonsense with her abnormal scent if he debated her resentment of this dish for kings and queens — living in the apocalypse after the Jews, Islamic Goat Fuckers, and Faggots had destroyed the world with their greed, arrogance, and stupidity. “Then I must end this story.”
She shrugged, What the fuck? Everything went void.
