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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 2:05 pm
You wake up in a room, your hands and ankles bound to a chair. A blindfold takes away your sense of sight though you hear at least two voices. One of them sounds very familiar...
The prompt above is where you continue your writing. This is a mostly dialog exercise, and while you may get free the main focus is conversation you or your character hears. This can be as long or short as you like.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 11:55 pm
[[OOC: Though this thread is kind of dead, I'm going to post anyways. It's December now, but I could really care less~ <3]]
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water leaks and splashes on my cold cheek. It forces me awake but not fully aware of the situation that I have found myself in. I try to reach my eyes to wipe the sleep from them but unfortunately I find myself incapacitated. I know struggling against my rope bound wrists will do me no good I try anyways, once you give up it's all over. I wish I could see. The darkness covering my eyes isn't helping my situation or nerves. How am I supposed to keep calm when I can't even see where I am. I only have my ears for reassurance, they pick up on any little sound since my other senses are disabled. "Wh-..." I swallowed and try to speak again, my throat feeling like it's on fire and I need water. If only the drip above my head was a steady stream and not just a temping indulgence. "Who's there?" I managed this time to rasp a question that no one answers.
My question is barely above a whisper and a voice, no, two voices speak in hushed tones. A smooth and soft voice is the one I pay attention to the most, but why? Why does this particular voice sound so familiar?
"Who's there?" My question is louder this time and it is the cause of footsteps leading closer to me. I didn't want them to stop talking, it was my only source of human confrontation at the moment and I didn't want to lose it, even if they weren't on my side.
"Hmmm. Seems like you're awake now, you had a nice little nap while you drooled all over my trunk." A rough voice growled this at me. I wanted to retort but I kept my mouth shut. Talking back would get me no where. The voice that I wanted to hear the most wasn't speaking. Was he even there anymore? I hoped so, he was my only form of a familiar sound in this unfamiliar place.
[[So, what do you think? I do want some criticism, I get into slumps sometimes but I think this one's okay.
Advice?]]
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