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An Irony of Cosmic Proportions
My Worst Nightmare
by Elizabeth Emerald
It was only yesterday that I posted my assertion that overwrought, trite, and hyperbolic phrases should be avoided like the plague.
O, the Irony!
Just hours thereafter, I was mortified beyond all belief when it was brought to my attention that I'd unjustly excoriated, in myriad shades of purple prose, a writer's choice of artwork.
I'd lambasted the poor man for including a gratuitously graphic, gory illustration; in his response, he politely pointed out that the painting featured a child holding a bouquet of yellow tulips.
I wasted no time in proferring my profuse apologies for my grossly inappropriate overreaction to the poor, sweet and innocent, young girl with her elegant and fresh, fragrant floral offering.
In the midst of my eloquent profundity, I woke abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.
Praise the Lord for bringing a merciful end to this nightmare of mythic proportions.
My self-proclaimed impeccable reputation for unembellished concision has thus been restored in all its resplendent glory.
It was only yesterday that I posted my assertion that overwrought, trite, and hyperbolic phrases should be avoided like the plague.
O, the Irony!
Just hours thereafter, I was mortified beyond all belief when it was brought to my attention that I'd unjustly excoriated, in myriad shades of purple prose, a writer's choice of artwork.
I'd lambasted the poor man for including a gratuitously graphic, gory illustration; in his response, he politely pointed out that the painting featured a child holding a bouquet of yellow tulips.
I wasted no time in proferring my profuse apologies for my grossly inappropriate overreaction to the poor, sweet and innocent, young girl with her elegant and fresh, fragrant floral offering.
In the midst of my eloquent profundity, I woke abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.
Praise the Lord for bringing a merciful end to this nightmare of mythic proportions.
My self-proclaimed impeccable reputation for unembellished concision has thus been restored in all its resplendent glory.
O, the Irony!
Just hours thereafter, I was mortified beyond all belief when it was brought to my attention that I'd unjustly excoriated, in myriad shades of purple prose, a writer's choice of artwork.
I'd lambasted the poor man for including a gratuitously graphic, gory illustration; in his response, he politely pointed out that the painting featured a child holding a bouquet of yellow tulips.
I wasted no time in proferring my profuse apologies for my grossly inappropriate overreaction to the poor, sweet and innocent, young girl with her elegant and fresh, fragrant floral offering.
In the midst of my eloquent profundity, I woke abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.
Praise the Lord for bringing a merciful end to this nightmare of mythic proportions.
My self-proclaimed impeccable reputation for unembellished concision has thus been restored in all its resplendent glory.
Tulip Abstraction by avmurray on FanArtReview.com THANK YOU!
Doubtful I'd have found a painting of a child holding yellow tulips--when this one popped up I thought it apt for a whimsical touch.
This dream scenario was inspired by my dream of the prior night!
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and 2 member cents. Doubtful I'd have found a painting of a child holding yellow tulips--when this one popped up I thought it apt for a whimsical touch.
This dream scenario was inspired by my dream of the prior night!
Artwork by avmurray at FanArtReview.com
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