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 Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 3:31 pm
Well, this ought to be quite self explanitory.
Write a short story. The only rule: it must be exactly 333 words long.
The prize: ?
The judges: Me, myself, I.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:07 pm
I don't know if I can do that... exclaim rofl I can try... I think.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:40 am
There was a movie with Aaron Eckhart called Converstions with Other Women. I wondered what it would be like with my neurotic writer. This is what I came up with. It's just a bunch of dialogues. 333 words exactly, counting the title.
Conversations with Other Men
I.
"I've been thinking.”
"Isn't the weather lovely?"
"I know we've been dating for a while now, and I think..."
"Oh, look! That cloud looks just like a pirate ship!"
"...that it's time for us to consider something more... meaningful. More intimate."
"Keep it in your pants, buddy."
"I think we should move in together."
"Oh, you're funny."
"You're cute."
"You think too much."
"You should move in with me."
"You should pay more attention to the nature. You've got a spider on your hat."
"Will you move in with me?"
"Will you please just enjoy the scenery?"
"Oh, I'm enjoying something."
II.
“Hey, Jen. I think I might have burned this. Jen?”
“Hold on, I’ve got to get my makeup done before I have to leave!”
“Jen, the paper’s starting to smoke.”
“Just one more minute…”
“JEN!”
“My interview is in ten ********! It melted all over the counter!”
“It’s coffee! Don’t tell me you can’t even make one little cup of coffee?”
“Jen? I have a confession to make.”
“What?”
“I’ve never made coffee before.”
III.
“Carson, Carson, listen to me. Listen to me, you’re not listening to me!”
“I listen to you and all I hear are the same damn excuses!”
“It’s not an excuse, this is my life! This is what my life is like! You can’t handle it, maybe you should walk!”
“Maybe I will!”
“Maybe you should!”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Moving in together was your idea!”
IV.
“I saw your mother in the supermarket yesterday.”
“Oh yeah? How is she?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“You didn’t ask? You didn’t think to ask.”
“Jen, I didn’t call you to argue.”
“How is your new apartment?”
“It’s… It’s nice, you know?”
“Yeah, nice.”
V.
“Jennifer. Jennifer Micheals.”
“Carson Keates, I’m here for the AC?”
“Yeah. In there.”
“Jennifer?”
“Yeah?”
“I have another confession to make.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not really here for the AC.”
“I’m not really Jennifer Micheals.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:40 pm
Don't ask.... it's late and I'm working..... no title, just this. 333 words exactly.
The phone call woke her, disoriented and heavy with sleep, before the sun had risen enough to tint the sky. It was Chris, calling to beg her to forgive him again. He was calling from some other woman’s bed most likely as she could hear feminine giggling behind his voice. In her grogginess she began to cry as she hung up on him. Beside her the warm form turned to her and cuddled up against her. She wrapped her arms around it and gently placed a kiss on its brown curls. Her tears fell silently down her face and wetted her pillow.
The sun woke her next, shining in through the window and casting shadows along her floor and splashing rainbows up her walls. She sniffed and stood up, letting her blankets fall to the floor at her feet as she stretched up and yawned. She stepped out of the heap of blankets and moved from her room to her small kitchen. In her kitchen the warm form that had been cuddly the night before grinned at her impishly from the table before continuing to eat its breakfast.
She pulled out the ingredients for pancakes and made a batch, knowing there would be a third person for breakfast this morning and hoping that there wouldn’t be. As she spread the peanut butter onto her pancakes there was a knock at her door. She winced and stood to open the door, brushing her hand against the brown curls now covered in breakfast. She peered out the peephole and pulled her head back in surprise.
Opening the door slowly she peered around the edge of it and her eyes widened as the bouquet became totally visible. White daisies, red tulips and blue bells were bundled together and held by a thick yellow ribbon. She let the door fall open the rest of the way and raised her eyes to the brown ones looking at her with love in their eyes from above the bouquet.
“Michael?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:46 pm
splashing rainbows up her walls.
^That was a seriously good line.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:58 pm
Thankees. ^^ Originally it was sending shadow claws along her floor.... but that didn't flow.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:09 pm
It's good like it is. 3nodding Made me hungry for breakfast food...
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:26 pm
My only regret is that I'm really not sure if what she was cuddling with in bed was her kid or a cocker spaniel.... >.< NOT ENOUGH WORDS WAFFLES!!!
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:52 pm
Both are useful to have around.
BTW, peanut butter on pancakes is one of the best foods ever! talk2hand
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:54 pm
Really? good. I've never actually tried it but I needed a word... >.< It was either make it peanut butter or rewrite a sentence....
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:13 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:21 am
Thankees. I liked yours too... it actually gave me the idea of using some sort of vague relationship moment to write about. ^^
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:29 pm
She glanced down at her large pile of schoolbooks. She had homework to do, but of course was procrastinating. She picked up the book on the top, American Literature, and flipped it open, not even bothering to read. She was always surprised at what boredom could do to her. There was a solemn weight heavy upon her chest, and she shifted, laying her head on the back of the couch.
She fell asleep, without realizing.
Her dreams were vivid, full of blood and death and then… a meadow. It was peaceful and open, and a bright sky was cloudless overhead. On a whim, she kneeled in the meadow and touched her hand to the dirt. Blood stained her fingertips, and she saw the ground was a boiling mass of crimson. She took a deep breath, and dug her hands in, up to her elbows. And suddenly she was on a battlefield.
A warrior stood above her, his sword dripping with clotted bits of flesh and blood. Still kneeling, she looked him in the face as he removed his helm. He was gaunt, like a skeleton, the stubble of his beard stark against his bloodless skin. She stood and faced him, and held up her hands, sticky with blood. Her face showed innocence, and her dark mass of hair trailed in a weak breeze that carried the scent of blood. He stared at her, surprised.
“A battle is no place for a woman,” he said, “or a girl.” His voice was kind, even though the blood that had splattered onto his armor from those he had slain without mercy gave an ominous air.
She looked down at herself, at the white wrap that swathed her hips and breasts, and gripped the fabric with her hands, staining it.
The man looked confused. “Why, girl, pray tell, did you dip your arms in the blood?”
She looked up with guiltless eyes. “So I can tell people this is where the blood on my hands came from.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:52 pm
That is creepy..... and totally awesome ^^
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:59 pm
Thank you. heart And people think, because of my avi, I'm all happiness and sunshine. whee They have not read my stories. rolleyes
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