Writing 101, Day Eight: Death to Adverbs


Today’s prompt: Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.

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The bus is empty. Ghost bus. Every other day people fit like sardines in a can. Touch your card to the box, “BEEP!” Have a sit.

Window’s open. Cool breeze caresses my face until the bus stops. People get on. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, buh-buh (try again), BEEP

Skies are grey, traffic is light. Construction wall is still up along the river. The workers are not working. They are taking a break with some kimbap shaped like a triangle. Imagine a clump of rice wrapped in dried seaweed. Sometimes there’s something on the inside. My favorite is cham-chi with mayo. They cost 50 cents.

Next stop, DING DONG The bus driver’s white gloves wrap around the steering wheel, push the buttons to open the doors for the people lined up at the stop. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP He greets each passenger with the standard ‘annyeonghasseo’. Only one or two greet him in return.

DING DONG

BEEP and a couple annyeonhasseos signals the entrance of an ajosshi wearing a light rain jacket, cap and backpack. He’s going hiking today.

Crossing the Hannamdaegyo, the mist in the air makes it impossible to see the two bridges that run parallel over the Han River. Today the mist isn’t yellow, won’t stick in your lungs and make you sick.

Red lights everywhere signaling the arrival to Gangnam. Red busses, blue busses, orange taxis, silver taxis and mostly black, grey or silver cars with motorbikes weaving in between. Soon the bus bypasses them all to go into the bus lane.

DING DONG Sisa station. One off, ten on. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

The woman next to me is wearing orange stretch pants and a lavender shirt. Her haircut slightly shorter than mine but in a similar style. As she stares out the window and then looks back at me, I pretend I am trying to see where I am. Silly foreigner I am. Probably lost while sightseeing. But then something interesting happens, she looks around too and let’s me know we are in Nonhyeon and the next stop is Sinonhyeon, Kyobo Tower. “Camsamidah,” I reply with a smile.

Hoards of people cross the 8-lane street. Most at the crosswalk but some daring to run diagonal.

DING DONG It’s my stop. BEEP

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