[Your walk would be fairly uneventful, if it weren't for the very undignified yelp directly into your ear from a man who was just about to pass you by, followed with a loud splash. You passed a puddle, you remember — and if you were to turn, you'd find a man stamping his feet into it with a bewildered expression at his own reflection.
Now, I am not a hard working [he says] esteemed wizard [loudly] who gives back to his community tenfold [like a liar] just to deserve my wardrobe to be changed without permission! Free of old women tormented me once before, only to be haunted again!
prompt 4
[But the hysterics do not stop on the streets. Have you ever seen a man slumped over, moaning at the threshold of his home? Well, today is your lucky day. Howl is draped against the frame, face shrouded by his own hair, staring down at picture book he's cast to the ground. It lies open, images fueling his anguish facing the sky:]
wildcard
[1: i'm sorry, 2: that's all i got folks.... let me know if you want to kiss him but why would you]
howl | howl's moving castle
[Your walk would be fairly uneventful, if it weren't for the very undignified yelp directly into your ear from a man who was just about to pass you by, followed with a loud splash. You passed a puddle, you remember — and if you were to turn, you'd find a man stamping his feet into it with a bewildered expression at his own reflection.
His outfit, while not lacking any color, was amplified in saturation and noise by several degrees. His shirt is now littered with spots. His pants striped. His jacket, however, seems to be the worst offender: its swirls surround an eye that stares into ones soul.]
Now, I am not a hard working [he says] esteemed wizard [loudly] who gives back to his community tenfold [like a liar] just to deserve my wardrobe to be changed without permission! Free of old women tormented me once before, only to be haunted again!
prompt 4
[But the hysterics do not stop on the streets. Have you ever seen a man slumped over, moaning at the threshold of his home? Well, today is your lucky day. Howl is draped against the frame, face shrouded by his own hair, staring down at picture book he's cast to the ground. It lies open, images fueling his anguish facing the sky:]
wildcard
[1: i'm sorry, 2: that's all i got folks.... let me know if you want to kiss him but why would you]