Show versus Tell

[Mark H]

The Mediterranean sea shook its foaming head and stormed off (literally) into the Atlantic leaving a rather splendid desert just south of Southern Europe.

The psychopath felt nothing.

 

[Vogel]

After beheading Bob, Melinda popped two Quaaludes and spent the rest of her evening reclined in Bob's favorite chair, staring at the walls.

Tell: Bob was getting on Melinda's nerves.

[Mark H]

Within seconds's Bob's head had grown back (palindromes can do that.) Melinda hacked it off for a second time with a huff. It grew back. She grabbed its nose and tweaked it hard. "Say dead you mother fluffer," she screamed.

Tell: Bob and Melinda's son, Bolinda, looked on in horror.

[Vogel]

Bolinda shrieked, a strangely guttural yet effeminate sound. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure, and said, "Dear God, Mother. Surely you meant stay dead not say dead. Or have you completely lost your mind?"

Tell: Melinda was not in the mood for Bolinda's smart mouth.

[Mark H]

Half a tube of Super Glue later and Bolinda was hearing no evil, seeing no evil and speaking no evil. He/she/it was still snorting in a rather annoying manner, but a few more dabs of glue and even that ceased.

Tell: Melinda watched Bolinda's eyes bulge, and his/her/its head start to glow like a belisha beacon, and felt a calmness start to fill her soul.

[DGSquared]

The countdown began as she eased into her Thermal Micrometeoroid Garment and put her helmet on. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, . . . four, three, two, one..."  KABOOM!  

As soon as Bolinda finished bo-linding up, Melinda removed her helmet and smiled. Placing her helmet between her hip and forearm, she began singing a robust rendition of, Leonard Cohen's - Hallelujah.




She was sad to hear of Leonard Cohen's passing.

[Mark H]

A tear ran down her cheek and splashed on to Cohen's obituary, darkening the pink pages in the FT to a fitting sanguine hue.

TELL: Donald considered ugliness to be an attractive feature ... for billionaires.

[DGSquared]

I wondered what happened to this thread. I'm resurrecting it because it makes me re-think my writing. Oddly enough it warned me that it has not been posted for 120 days. So, I'm being warned of what? I'll turn into a pumpkin if I bump it? It's fine. I'm sure I want to reply.


Vladimir and Donald grasped each other's small hands. Forehead to forehead, gazing eye to eye, they launched into a slimy, tongue twisting kiss.

"Oh Vlad, your bald head and hairy chest are exquisite. I'm not just saying that so that you'll fix the election in my favor. I mean it."

Vlad replied, "Oh Donahald, let us call the Harvey Weinstein anda the Jeffrey Epstein for a four way."

Trump said, "Vlad, we must be mind-melding our fantasies. Yes, let's" 




TELL: Donald was a volatile boss.

[Mark H]

Donald's secretary, Margo, borrowed a helmet and protective suit from the bomb squad, before entering his office to tell him that Miss Piggy had declined his kind offer.

TELL: Donald wished it was not so hard to find a competent penis enlargement therapist.