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Writing Exercise #3 - Subtext
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They sat down at the small table on the balcony, and after Harris said the blessing, they began to eat.
“Just for argument’s sake,” Connie said, jabbing a tomato. “What would happen if I were to go home and visit my parents? Check up on them?”
Harris put down his fork and looked at her. “You know what kind of danger we’re in here. Do you really want to put your parents, or your sister, in that same danger? Would they even understand?”
“No, I guess not,” Connie said. She took another bite of her food, and then suddenly realized that she was crying. She dropped her fork and picked up her napkin and put it to her eyes. The tears gushed from her eyes, and the crying turned into sobs.
“I never realized how much I hate tomatoes,” she muttered to herself, still looking down. “They’re too red. The color of blood. I mean, what was God thinking when He created them? Morbid if you ask me.”
Harris didn’t say anything in return.
“Daddy has a vegetable garden outside the kitchen,” she continued. “Every year he raises tomatoes. The plants grow six feet tall. Mama loves cherry tomatoes. He loves to pick them when they are sweet and pop them in her mouth. She acts like she hates it, but they both laugh about it.”
Harris sat patiently waiting as she continued crying for several minutes. He didn’t put his arms around her but just waited. Finally, the sniffling died down, and she looked up at him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “Better. I understand, Harris. But it’s hard.”



I don't know if this counts, but it's all I've got.
“Hey Sashi, thanks for coming for…” He stuttered to a stop. “What?”
She giggled. “Nemora’s moons, Rayne. I’ve seen Stevie in his small clothes before, but he’s my brother. Seeing you with so little on, out here in the sunlight … well, it’s more than a little embarrassing. Hold on a minute.”
She grabbed Cole’s lantern, ran back into the cave, and emerged a few minutes later with a rather torn and dirty looking blanket. “Here, put this on.” She held the blanket out to Rayne.
He squinted at the ratty looking thing with a scowl. “No, I don’t think so. It looks like a family of moths have been eating it, and I’m sure there’re fleas. I’ve had fleas before. No thanks. I’ll be fine just as I am.”
“Your ... back…” Sashi stuttered. “I don’t think…” Biting her lip, she leaned into him. With her hands on her hips and her voice raised in exasperation, she said, “Nemora’s moons, Rayne. It’s not for you, you ninny. If you return to town looking like that and the girl from last night sees you. Well, I won’t be responsible. The blanket is to protect the women folk of Highreach. Let’s have a little modesty please, Your Highness.”

I have another exercise along these lines I want to share in coming weeks that I think will help as well. We're going to be talking more about dialog as well.

He had been home for a week, led on a walk to a place he had not seen before across acres to a spring surrounded by long grasses and lush, sculpted blooms in vivid shades bursting from the ground—scarlet, black, mustard, turquoise—some almost six inches wide. They poked straight up, a sign that they had drunk abundantly and were quite sturdy, unlike the languid grass they picked their way through. It must have been noon, as he was hot and feeling exposed though it was November and he was fully covered.
At the edge of the spring the host paused to appraise him. “You said you wanted to know more.”
Shielding his eyes, Holt squinted at the inert pool of silvery water, aloof as mercury. The scene disturbed him, but he dared not say anything. He asked only, “Where are we?”

My understanding is that subtext is generally limited to dialogue, but is tied to the context of the setting. Here are some other, more concrete, examples of directions the exercise could go:
1. A young man wants to tell his girlfriend that he loves her, but he can't bring himself to use words like "love," "cherish," or similar words. Instead he has to use a metaphor or simile.
2. A young woman needs to break up with her significant other, but can't use the words "we need to break up."
3. A parent has to tell their child that they are terminally ill.
Note that all of these scenarios are highly emotionally charged, hence the aversion to using direct language. You can see how valuable learning this can be.

In the body of the text, subtext is connotation, nuance, hint, or undertone of the story. In dialogue, subtext focuses on communicating underlying emotion that the character doesn't directly voice. Subtext as nuance in the story can refer to things other than emotion, such as secrets that a character is withholding.




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Subtext is the unspoken or less obvious meaning or message in a composition or conversation. The subtext becomes understood by the reader or audience over time, as it is not immediately or purposefully revealed by the story itself.
Assignment: Create or import from one of your works a passage of dialogue that demonstrates subtext. This should show at least one of your characters speaking on the surface about something seemingly unrelated to the subject at hand, yet as the reader follows the conversation demonstrates a strong emotional message that is related.