“Show, Don’t Tell”
“Creative Writing Class” (Originally written in Greek)
“Slashers are easy enough to knock together,” he declared pompously. Then he drew on his cigar, savoring the impression he believed he’d made on our little audience.
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“They still take some craft, don’t they, master?” countered the comely young lady among us.
“Of course! But when the blood runs thick and steaming, the other facets of our story can be left dangling as secondary,” he explained patiently.
“Meaning?” she pressed.
“It’s simple,” he replied. He rose lightly from his armchair and made for the hearth, which guttered on, filling the room with odd shadows. He unhooked from the mantel the heavy, double-edged axe with the silver-inlaid handle, weighing it in his left hand.
“You see,” he said flatly, turning halfway around, deftly reaping her golden head.
