Well, I'm no more a writer than I am an artist. I'm no more a platypus than either. So... Not sure I understand the "mission", and perhaps others as well, so I offer the following example (if it even qualifies for THAT) for clarification purposes: ------------------------------------------------ Bitch! The word escaped her lips at the moment it popped into her mind. Anna stole a glance at the small impromptu crowd of regulars that had gathered around her table, her table, to see if it had been heard over the dull murmur of low voices and ever-present clinking of beer bottles. The expressions she scanned showed only one focal pointthat bitch. She fumed at herself for being sharked as she studied the faces of her fans. Maybe her former fans. Her hand, though tight on her stick, slipped down the shaft a bit because of the sweat. She relaxed a bit, moved her fingers back in place, and interpreted the faces half-hidden in the shadows beyond the pool table. Excited whispers found eager ears and eager eyes from the mostly-male audience found an equally exciting focal point. The bitchs cleavage. Anna looked down at herself, made a quick note of how she looked tonight, adjusted her stance to one a bit more provocative, and then swung her eyes toward her slender, yet shapely, opponent. Maybe it was the game she was losing. Maybe it was the beauty of the figure lining up another solid to sink. Or perhaps the excitement of the onlookers as they followed every move this invader made. It was at that moment that Anna knew her reign at Cueties was over. --------------------------------------------- If I understand the point of the exercise, I tried to let the reader see ANGER, JEALOUSY/ENVY, and SADNESS without using those words in the writing. This was provided so that comments could be made that this either IS or ISN'T fulfilling the quidlines. So, THERE!