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Location, location. It all depends on where you are. I mean, how you see things from where you are. Point of view. Oh, that’s the word, perspective. What can you see? What’s your opinion? Where do you stand? Wonderful. Now, stand in my place, and tell me what you see.
By Stephanie URL on 10.06.2011
The framework in which actions take place. The surrounding environment that brings any story or situation into a visual memory.
By T. Fong URL on 10.06.2011
I was setting the table; fireplace roaring in the background. I tried to act as if everything was normal. I imagined my grandmother’s house, for some reason unknown to me. I’d only visited my grandmother’s house twice before; once for a crowded Thanksgiving full of obese family members and another time when my mother ran away.
By Tess Greene on 10.06.2011
the sun is setting on this wonderful day. we’ve been sitting here for far too long, they’ll be getting worried soon if not already. I don’t want this day to end. It’s been too wonderful but I know more wonderful days are sure to come. I knew I was right when 4 years have passed.
By Jessica Kinney URL on 10.06.2011
The setting of the sun, the pull of that bright orb underneath the horizon, making the sky glow for just a few seconds before all would be dark is what pulled her away from her daydreams and back to reality.
By Kassie on 10.06.2011
here, there, everywhere, indoors, outdoors, space, nature, home, travel, be, place, somewhere,
By noah hendlish on 10.06.2011
the sun is setting and i am beginning to feel the sweet kiss of the night wind. it chills me from my toes right into my heart and i can’t help but try and shiver to shake of this sense of loss.
By philippa weston URL on 10.06.2011
The sun was red, and enormous, and coloured the surrounding sky a bloody orange tint. Setting sun. Coming down to rest, bleeding after the day’s hard work.
By isabellesc on 10.06.2011
I bet I can eat all that shit in one setting.
No you can’t.
Fuck you. NOM NOM NOM!
Holy bat balls! That guy just ate 100 hot dogs in one setting!
He’s going to fart out of his ass later tonight.
By ass on 10.06.2011
i think that the setting is what it is its where i am now an empty dorm room my room mates probably having sex right now damn I should be too, wish I was gues you know whats on my mind. but Id rather be writing and listening to childish gambino
By red on 10.06.2011
I wish my current setting would change. I love this place, but I just need to see some mountains. I need to see leaves changing. I need it to be a little colder. I need it to be higher. I just need the mountains. I need them now. Ugh. A drive to Smithville would even do at this point.
By Maura Jones URL on 10.06.2011
it was a quiet place. Peaceful, hidden in the woods. That is where she sat. A perfect setting for the book she itched to write.
By kaity on 10.06.2011
the sun was setting on the horizon when i looked up and saw the color of the sky in a way that I had never seen it before. it was an odd red that you wouldn’t normally like to see above you, but it gave me a sense of peace and joy in living. there was nothing else in that moment but me, the sun, and the calm that surrounded us.
By Emily Mohler on 10.06.2011
The setting was neutral. This could go one of 2 ways, we could pretend to get along and pretend nothing happened. but we were at a wedding this was the setting for our final fight, i had said no
By Courtney URL on 10.06.2011
It was dark, with only my heart shaped lamp on, the one my mom got from Ikea.
Everything was going fine, with him lying down on my bed with my sheets covering his body.
I was looking at him, really looking at him this time, he’s a good friend, we talk, we laugh, we sing and we dance. But why do I feel that something unexpected would happen?
He sat up and looked at me, he asked me to close my eyes.
He kissed me.
I know he has a girlfriend.
With our lips and tongue colliding, I asked him what about her, he told me to kept quiet.
We did stuff we both regretted, but it felt right, and we knew it.
What happened next was another broken hearted story. No, we are not together, we’ll never be.
By alyssa rae on 10.06.2011
Thought about too much or not enough..the important things in life: you’ll remember that “setting” forever…locked away in your head as either the perfect thing or the thing that you wish you could change the most about any given event.
By Cheri URL on 10.06.2011
You speak but don’t say. You are an empty promise, and we are walking these cold unfriendly halls without noticing. Hospitality in the hospital doesn’t exist, like you no longer exist in this setting with me. We could be watching the waves crash onto shore together but you choose for us to each be alone.
By Holly URL on 10.06.2011
Let’s have a real setting. We’ll have trees and pine straw, clouds that move with the wind, even birds to add sound to the mimes performing. There has to be some kind of sound. The mimes aren’t captivating enough.
By Emily URL on 10.06.2011
The setting in a story is so important, so influential. it determines the mood of the reader, the mood of the characters, everything. when we read the setting we relate it to similar times in our lives, and suddenly the story is personal. Suddenly we’re in that setting too, writing our own story into it.
By kylie lanae URL on 10.06.2011
take me away from this room ive spent too much time in this room i need somewhere new with two rooms and you, right there in the same room as me, yeah we’ll leave the other empty in case we find a three
By Morgan Coffey on 10.06.2011
Setting is great for adding a tone to your story beyond just a mixer of dialogue and descriptions. With the proper settings, everything can be made to be more intense, sad, romantic, funny, or exciting. Setting is a necessary part of the writing experience.
By G.W. Jones on 10.06.2011
It was dark.
But light at the same time.
She was there, and oh so beautiful.
She was new, and fresh, and she was the best thing.
We snuck into a circus and slept in the grass.
What a wonderful night that was.
By Chris somers URL on 10.06.2011
place in a story. setting the table is a fun thing to do. how do you write about something without thinking!? setting…. setting your cup on a coaster can prevent rings on your nice mahogany coffee table.
By Dillon on 10.06.2011
setting is the time and place of a story. It gives details such as when, where, why, and with whom events are happening. setting is a great way to begin a story to set a tone, and introduce the characters.
By Kendra URL on 10.06.2011
The setting is dusk. The sun sets quickly. Just barely peeking over the horizon. It paints the sky in hues of purple, pink and gold. These colors speak volumes.
By Kaity Goss URL on 10.06.2011
The setting of the show was New York, 1961. It reflected the life she always wanted. The cute dresses, the perfect children, the successful husband, the great family values. She liked the idea of living in that time period; of taking care of her family and being happy.
By Rocky URL on 10.06.2011
the setting began to grow as they came up to the tall bronze buliding that peered out from the old oaks that covered the area! it was beautiful! The house was more of a brown colour but when the light hit it just right it became a mezmerising bronze. the trees were dazzeled with fall colours, making the air seem more cooler then it truly was. the ground was soft, preparing for the light snow to cover it in the next few weeks. The house that sat alone had been abandoned for years.
By Nick Wade on 10.06.2011
where the story
i always imagined something along the lines of
night music outside the glass
we’re behind a leather couch
with people conversing in the kitchen
and my tongue thick
By rachel. URL on 10.06.2011
Setting. Such a sad word. There is always a setting for everything. For every conversation. People plan out the settings for breakups, funerals, and weddings. They plan the words they will say, the clothes they will wear, the place the perfect setting in their minds. If you go somewhere expecting something, in that frame of mind, you’ll always have the same setting.
By Rae on 10.06.2011
The sun was setting in the distance. It marks the end of yet another day. Sometimes this moment is beautiful, sometimes sad. It reminds us that one of these days will be our last and that we could still have many more ahead.
By DancingShoes URL on 10.06.2011
i sat there looking at the setting on the table and it reminded me of you. it reminded me of Thursday. youknow during our hot makeout seshes. the one under the table and on the table and the one by the table and the one… everywhere else.
By Abra URL on 10.06.2011
the setting sun always seems to inspire people, but it kind of depresses me. it’s the end of the day. the world succumbs to darkness and so do i.
i’m tired of sun sets.
i think i need a sunrise.
By sarah marie URL on 10.06.2011
I was setting the table last night for dinner when the dog started barking. She was staring intently out the window. It startled me; she never stared like that unless something is wrong. I grasped the green ceramic plate a little tighter.
By Lauren Murray on 10.06.2011
I look outside and I see green pastures. It is the middle of the day. Rain is everywhere. I put on my boots and venture to find the hidden dungeon that holds the treasure that was promised on this map I acquired from that shady man in the pub.
By Saucy URL on 10.06.2011
this feeling setting in, gives me nightmares, chills. goosebumps, joy and pride. i can’t hide. you make me feel marvelous, jealous, scared, raw, meaningful and purposeless all at the same time. how do i comprehend these emotions?
By Amber URL on 10.06.2011
There is a setting to this story; it’s the story of my life. Suburban canada and the woe is me, the left behind survivor of moral depravity. Never lose hope is good people.
By Steven Watt URL on 10.06.2011
The sun is setting. The sky is the same as anywhere in the world. A girl is about to wake up to the sunset I’m enjoying with a nice cup of Chai tea. A monk is preparing to end his day. A couple is expressing their love along the beach.
By Iryne on 10.06.2011
The setting of my dream. The place I always go. I’ve never been here before. Never seen here before. And yet it’s so beautiful. So serene. So quiet. I don’t know how I missed this before. Maybe I had my eyes closed. Maybe I wasn’t looking. Or maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t sleeping.
By Craig on 10.06.2011
She was setting the table, as she always did around dinner time. She was feeling a bit gloomy this evening, but she couldn’t place why. Her hair was pulled back tonight, with bobby pins and a single white flower. He probably didn’t even notice, he hardly did notice these sort of things.
By Lesaleeee on 10.06.2011
The setting sun… didn’t, today, the sky was the same lavender color all day, the light never changed, and the light and darkness seemed to come from the ground, from the trees and houses. It threw my circadian rhythms off and now I feel awake even though it’s bedtime, today I felt sleepy even at noon after a cup of very good coffee.
By RogueNightingale on 10.06.2011