10-07-2008, 08:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-17-2008, 11:06 PM by LeleleleMAXIMUM.)
For class.
Forums aren't exactly paragraph friendly, so I'm just putting spaces between each paragraph.
Word Count: 446
Genre: Flash Fiction
Joseph "Green" Creen stared at the faces looking up at him - all fifty-thousand of them, from the podium where he stood. Every single one of them, he knew, came here to listen to his speech. It did not matter that a number of them were still skeptic. They would soon realize their mistake and admit that he was right.
"We have a crisis on this planet," Joseph began, a fitting start to his talk. "And that crisis is global warming. We're ten percent of the world's population, emitting 32% of the greenhouse gases." He looked around at the faces once more, and he saw traces of guilt, which was what he was going for in the first place. Riddle anyone with guilt and one can make him acquiesce to anything.
"We're a terrible example - a terrible example to the rest of the world." He paused again for emphasis. Through the years, Joseph had mastered the art of pausing. He knew how long he had to pause to generate any response. Right now he wanted to generate uneasiness.
"If we don't do anything now, our planet isn't going to last another hundred years," another pause. "Imagine, earth has been around for over four billion years," he continued, "Are we going to be the ones who will end it?" The crowd fidgeted in waves, he could see it pass over them like a terrible ripple, a pond wanting to be stilled. He stilled the pond: "We don't have to be. Something must be done."
"So what do we do? This is what we do: we cap greenhouse emissions. We reduce greenhouse emissions by at least 60% within fifty years," his last words were drowned by cheering and applause, a smattering of the fifty-thousand, but still loud enough. Joseph rode the wave. "And by the way," he raised a hand for silence, "until we do, there should be no other power plant built in our country." The crowd surged into a big round of applause and whooping. He had to raise his voice to be heard.
"WE should lead the way!" The applause continued, grew louder still, and voices whooped more fervently. Joyous shouts of "Green! Green!" could barely be heard over the tumult. Joseph turned away from the podium, his heavy tail dragging noisily across the stage. The mayor approached the stage, reaching out a foreleg for Joseph to shake. Looking for another photo-op, Joseph thought to himself, you can never trust a parasaurolophus.
Joseph wanted to bury his large thumb spikes into the mayor's hands, but he instead shook them and smiled for the camera. It's alright, he thought to himself, this was all for saving their mother earth.
Forums aren't exactly paragraph friendly, so I'm just putting spaces between each paragraph.
Word Count: 446
Genre: Flash Fiction
For Earth
Joseph "Green" Creen stared at the faces looking up at him - all fifty-thousand of them, from the podium where he stood. Every single one of them, he knew, came here to listen to his speech. It did not matter that a number of them were still skeptic. They would soon realize their mistake and admit that he was right.
"We have a crisis on this planet," Joseph began, a fitting start to his talk. "And that crisis is global warming. We're ten percent of the world's population, emitting 32% of the greenhouse gases." He looked around at the faces once more, and he saw traces of guilt, which was what he was going for in the first place. Riddle anyone with guilt and one can make him acquiesce to anything.
"We're a terrible example - a terrible example to the rest of the world." He paused again for emphasis. Through the years, Joseph had mastered the art of pausing. He knew how long he had to pause to generate any response. Right now he wanted to generate uneasiness.
"If we don't do anything now, our planet isn't going to last another hundred years," another pause. "Imagine, earth has been around for over four billion years," he continued, "Are we going to be the ones who will end it?" The crowd fidgeted in waves, he could see it pass over them like a terrible ripple, a pond wanting to be stilled. He stilled the pond: "We don't have to be. Something must be done."
"So what do we do? This is what we do: we cap greenhouse emissions. We reduce greenhouse emissions by at least 60% within fifty years," his last words were drowned by cheering and applause, a smattering of the fifty-thousand, but still loud enough. Joseph rode the wave. "And by the way," he raised a hand for silence, "until we do, there should be no other power plant built in our country." The crowd surged into a big round of applause and whooping. He had to raise his voice to be heard.
"WE should lead the way!" The applause continued, grew louder still, and voices whooped more fervently. Joyous shouts of "Green! Green!" could barely be heard over the tumult. Joseph turned away from the podium, his heavy tail dragging noisily across the stage. The mayor approached the stage, reaching out a foreleg for Joseph to shake. Looking for another photo-op, Joseph thought to himself, you can never trust a parasaurolophus.
Joseph wanted to bury his large thumb spikes into the mayor's hands, but he instead shook them and smiled for the camera. It's alright, he thought to himself, this was all for saving their mother earth.
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