Sheets

Crisp
Clean
White
Buff
Beige
Linen
Scented
Textured
Smooth
Crumpled
Clean
Smudged
Stained
Flat
Folded

Paper sheets or
Cotton sheets?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love it! Someone else made the same cotton/paper connection that had completely escaped me. Isn't that cool? To see how different people interpret the same prompt?

Check out the group blog and if it looks interesting feel free to sign up for the prompts!

First Drafts
January 24, 2006 8:39 pm
Anonymous said…
argh! I know you know my url, but just in case anyone else clicks on that link above - I messed up. Here's the correct one:

Seeking Clarity

(I can barely function with this html stuff...)
January 24, 2006 8:41 pm
Anonymous said…
you all sure have interesting hobbies.
January 25, 2006 2:31 am
Anonymous said…
Where you a bit bored there Ell?
January 25, 2006 3:59 am
Anonymous said…
Actually, it was a response to a writing prompt. The prompt was "Sheets". Diana came up with something totally different. What I wrote was the first thing that popped into my head.
January 25, 2006 8:29 am
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