Who's into writing? The thing I most like is clever and witty dialogue. The genre doesn't matter so much, but it will be a dialogue between two people. Let's be creative. Or playful. Or dramatic. Or sexy. Your choice. Write something interesting, (and describe your two characters a bit if you want), and I, and others, will try to reply. Each is a separate, impromptu, short story.
Okay. This is off the cuff.
Robert stood with a Senator and two industrialists and listened politely as they went on and on about the proposed "green energy" budget proposal. Their main interest was in how to gain personal financial benefit.
"What scoundrels" he thought to himself. He hated these elite gatherings. But as a financial expert and Wall Street billionaire, his expertise was in high demand. The elites assumed that he was one of them, so he was readily accepted into their circles.
Unbenounced to them, he and his inner circle of spies and technical experts were in the business of information gathering. Their ongoing mission was to foil various nefarious schemes to control economies and monopolize Earth's resources. It was dangerous work, hence the extreme secrecy.
Scanning the room while pretending to listen to his interlocutors, he spied Adrienne gliding down the entry stairs. She was a vision in her form-fitting blue gown with the lights turning her golden hair into a halo.
"Pardon me, gentlemen" he said, excusing himself before heading for the stairs.
Adrienne saw him gazing and smiling at her as he crossed the room. Without taking his eyes off of her face, he stopped within inches, took her hand and lifted it to his lips.
"Darling, " he said, "this is a welcome surprise. What brings you here?"
Scanning the room before looking back up at him, she said "Just slumming." Gazing at him mischievously, she added "And what about you?"
He replied "Ah yes. After all, one much keep up appearances, mustn't one."
She smirked and brushed non-existent lint off of the shoulder of his tuxedo. "You certainly fit right in."
Playing along, he replied, "Thank you. But you! You look too good for this den of vipers. Do you have a particular victim in mind or are you just here for the riveting conversation?"
"Can one victimize a human predator?"
"I fear that if anyone can, it's you", he said with a smile. "Especially in that gown."
"Have I succeeded?"
Stepping closer and tilting his head down to gaze into her eyes, he said "I'm only a man after all."
She laughed and said "Only a man? Now whose the predator?"
"Does that make you the prey?" He laughed. "I think not."
She sighed. "I'm not here for romance. I'm actually here on business, as are you."
"Then we should get together later to compare notes."
"Said the spider to the fly."
"But I only propose a mutually beneficial arrangement" he said, charmingly. Showing his perfect white teeth and holding out his hands, he said "See, no fangs or claws."
"I'm so relieved" she said mockingly. "Then by all means, we should meet later. Your place?"
"I look forward to it."
Before turning, she said "Later it is then, Robert."
He said "Adrienne" and bowed in a genteel manner as she departed.
As a member of his inner circle, he looked forward to hearing what she would gather from the party. And as her lover, anticipated far more from their scheduled meeting. The prospect brightened his otherwise tedious evening.
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This is a cool and fun idea!
This is actually from something I want to write, but hey, let's see how it works.
Scene - Dark, winter night. Two men standing on the edge of a hill outside a monastery.
The characters - One of the men ("Locutus", "My lord") is the rightful king of a certain land. He had been king many years earlier, but descended into corruption, betrayal, and murder. He was defeated in a key battle, and got deposed, exiled, and imprisoned. He had later escaped from prison, only to become a drunken derelict. He is taken in by a religious order and spends several years in recovery and retraining. By the time of this scene, he has learned that an old and lethal enemy is advancing on his kingdom, on the cusp of ruling it forever.
The other man ("Father", "Your Excellency") is an older and hardened member of the religious order. Over the years, he mentored and trained the king. It had been a very rocky and turbulent student-mentor relationship at the start, but has become one of great mutual respect and filial love. He fully acknowledges Locutus as king.
So the final decisive battle of the story is looming. Whom would you like to play?
Regardless, the first line is Locutus...
"I have to go back."
Haven't written in a long time, but here goes:
Casey sat in the empty house she once shared with John. Once again reminiscing about days gone by. The memories still so vivid in her mind, she swears she can still hear him moving around the house, can still smell the scent of his cologne. Giving herself a mental shake, angry at herself for once again dwelling on the past, she resolves that from this day forward, she is going to let the past go, try to erase John from her heart and mind. It's at that very moment she receives an urgent message from John "Casey...
Okay, your turn to continue it lol
I'm not good with dialogues. But a while back I wrote a very short poem for my bunny Lucky who passed. Here it is.
Lucky
Fluffy, white, and dark eyes
you were my joy in cold nights
you liked fruits, I liked sweets
we always made a great team
forever my baby
forever my friend
I will never forget you
and your soft fur
I love you my bunny
my Lucky star
wait for me
our roads will meet again
the day is not far2010-2022
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Jim : So you're saying you were sick and you wanted it?
Ralph : Yeah, but I didn't want the part where my mother knows about this and then comes to wish me death out loud.
Jim: Yeah i get it but why would you want to get sick?
Ralph : Simple! let's say I have a good immune system, I know I won't die! But it's not laziness or anything. It just feels good to have yourself realising that God is in control, and to watch your own vulnerability and weakness as a human being unfolding upon you and telling that you are so limited, and you have no energy to combat all these people who chose to be hostile for no reason. Normal fever to cold really renews your consciousness like you restart a computer.
Jim : You surely pissed so many people to have so many enemies.
Ralph: No, Jim no, although I am not perfect and I admit it, I grew learning more and more.. But I realise it's people around me who want to convince me that they're perfect.
Jim: Or when they catch something against they giggle and be happy and laugh about you. As opposed to what you do, you pretend you didn't see their bullshit out of self respect, and because you know nobody's perfect!
Ralph : Exactly.
Jim : And this unreciprocated genuineness, pisses you off about most people.
Ralph : Look, most people are my friends, I have no problem with people.. I have a problem with certain assholes.
Jim: Can you name them? I mean to yourself, can you identify who is the bad person and why?
Ralph: Not accurately, it's all about vibes for me. But I am not a ruthless hater, I can list down people I am mad about right now, and why. But I know people are flexible, people change and I might like them another day under some circumstances... But this is the new thing about the new me, I do identify things that are unchangeable about someone else's personality, and I just skip that part and belittle it.
Jim: This might come from your mammy problems.
Ralph: Fuck that bitch man, I mean I like about her being a thick skin.. Makes me feel good. But that doesn't justify her absolute pure hatred.
Jim: What do you mean?
Ralph : I mean everyone views their lives as something precious. They want to invest it and have fun at it. And when someone comes and robs that from you, turns your life into pure shit, impregnates you, and gives you someone that's partially him which you're supposed and obliged to love. That's bad.
Jim: I see, that's where the empathic part of you that I love shows up.
Ralph : No man, fuck empathy! I accept life turning me into a psychopath, the kind of whom doesn't kill just because the law forbids it. What I am doing is just understanding.. I mean I understand why she is a bitch, that's it.
Jim: Because she doesn't take any moral responsibility giving birth to you.
Ralph: Yeah welp, when you're actually not religious in the least. I mean the genuine kind of religious people... And you are given up by tribal culture to another man to bring him some children. It makes sense that you don't love those children.
Jim: yes.
Ralph : And therefore you make them feel like rape children who are part of the problem of coming to this world.
Jim: Kinda. But what's their fault? is there any scientific confirmation whether that's true, I mean do people really choose to be born?
Ralph : Hold that thought, stop acting like Joe Rogan in intellectual reasoning!
People have no consciousness before being born, and therefore have no free will.
Jim : I understand, I am just thinking as a man, maybe my sexual impulses are my children wanting to get out? aren't they!
Ralph : You stupid dickhead! ain't no children inside of you wanting to go out... That's just you as a donkey, you want sex!
Jim : Not necessarily children?
Ralph : I mean the whole thing about stripping reproduction from free will, is stupid and pointless. There are many ways in the 21st century to just enjoy relieving sexual need. we are evolved humans.
Jim: hmmm.
Ralph : It's like what someone in GAG told me, life sucks but sex makes up for it.
I said sex is just reproduction of this life that sucks, it's not just fun. he said, if you've been having it this way, you haven't been having real sex
Jim : [Laughing hard]
Ralph : Yeah, this whole thing makes life cool. When you only have children whenever you want them and capable of providing them enough rights and resources to become strong and good.
Jim : But where does religion fit positively in all this? I mean it's the biggest ally of marrital rape, and reproduction without awareness, responsibility, or love..!
Ralph : Well the thing is, when you used to have radical societies with ignorance. Women who had no choice but to find themselves pregnant in early age, they attributed everything to God.. and so they had a lot of morality and morale to nurture these kids genuinely and love them.
Jim : I see
Ralph : There are certain things that are necessary along with certain others.. Like radical traditionalist lifestyle, must come along with religion, not just faith!, Or in the other hand if you want to have a healthy civilised relationship based on awareness and free will and CONSENT, then you can actually adopt a non-religious lifestyle.
Jim: They can't go together!
Ralph : They can't! You can't have children who you are convincing to have part in their creation to life, And in the same time ridicule their spiritual loving feelings.
Jim : That's a fucked up.. indeed!
Ralph : Fucked me up pretty good! I say this clearly over and over to myself... I have no responsibility coming up to this life, God brought me, and that's why I pray and have a good spiritual relationship with the creator. I did enjoy stuff from this life, but that isn't bad at all, that doesn't mean that I have to oblige myself to psychologically suffer... I believe the ultimate test for me is to do good by others, to deny and prevent evil, make a positive impact.. and on the way it's never wrong to just enjoy, enjoy breathing air, enjoy the sex, to love myself while accepting imperfection.. Yeah!
Jim: Very easy right?
Ralph : Completely easy! whoever says life is difficult, or that it should be difficult, is clearly possessed by evil spirits.
Jim: It shouldn't be difficult.
Ralph : No! it's difficult for people who on their free will choose evil, to find a purpose.
Jim: Or to make a purpose.. Find it, make it, whatever!!
Ralph : Yes, and in the same time women ought to be compensated from us, for all the biological suffering they go through.
Jim: Correct, give them more love, carry their bags, make them happy, allow them some feminism and freedom.
Ralph : Yeah, the whole thing shouldn't be a gender warfare. I mean I have a female friend, she is so soft and cute, clearly rejected me. I keep telling her, she is more badass and king material than all my male friends... she laughs.
Jim: [Laughing].. Yeah they do have a great deal of loyalty. I mean they are many of them who won't wish you death behind you, or in front of your face.
Ralph : Welp!
Jim: And in the same time, while you could allow yourself to be a mysoginist.. but you chose not to generalise. I think we have more than 200 countries in this planet, you can allow yourself to characterise women of one little population as bad.
Ralph : Culturally or genetically?
Jim: No they just bad bitches, because God wants them to...
Ralph : Doesn't mean they're not attractive,...
Jim: Doesn't mean at all, they could be very attractive.
Ralph : But still bad psychotic bitches.
Jim: Just them few millions, out them billions of women... no generalisation. Does that work?
Ralph : I can go for that [Laughs, and cheers his beer bottle]
Jim : [Laughs, and cheers his bottle]
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[They threw their empty bottles on the sand before they sleep... one on the large wood of a bending tree, another on the sand. 3 hours before dawn... Waken up by the tides of the beach 5 hours later. when they ride themselves home]I like to do writing and have been doing so since sophomore year of high school. Started by writing fanfiction and although I cringe when I look back at it I really developed a love for it as a hobby and the art of story telling and character development.
I have two that I really was happy with. One was revolving around two characters playing chess and talking about the significance of each piece since it was a foreshadowing tool I wanted to implement. The other was one my favorite segments I wrote revolved around the difference of reality and fantasy. I will PM it to you though.
As she learned against the fence, she fetched a cigarette from her pocket, patted her breast pocket for the lighter and with one smooth, elegant gesture, lit up. As she took the first huffs, her pale blue eyes were focused on a most particular sight - huffing, wheezing like an elderly uncle, his skin yellow from liver disease; a man was busing raking the rows were he intended to plant his crops.
He wore the typical garb of a campesino, a man of the fields - soft leather boots, a large straw hat, and a dirty white shirt which was missing a couple of buttons.
By contrast, her outifit was more suited for the salotto than the dirt field - a polka dot blouse, pencil skirt and buckled shoes.
It was a rainy loathsome night, and after three days of pounding shoe leather I still didn't have a lead on the guns or the missing rich girl.
I did however have a new lump on the noggin and a strong desire for a hard drink...Two alien archeologist who are high, trying to piece together what human society was like after their extinction.
The first night I saw him I was exiting the back of the café where I work. The parking lot lights were bright. I didnβt miss him step from the trees thirty feet away.
I love writing however I never tried writing. This is one of the quotes I wrote
"Fight with others rather than fighting with yourself"
Only two jokers in the deck, and I get dealt you.
Whatever the Madame wishes ^^
Iβm not good at writing at all, sorry.
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