Two people sit at a table, across from each other. The woman is in her early 20's with long brown hair, and very slight frame-like she hasn't eaten properly in months. The man is in his early 20's as well, blonde, fat, and has the beginnings of a red round nose and red cheeks from his apparent drinking. The two appear to be fighting.
"Look Burt, I just want out, I am so over this relationship and over you drinking and playing video games every night"
"Talia, you can't just leave, you made vows and promises to me!"
"Yea I may have made promises but you aren't being a proper husband, so as far as I am concerned this marriage has been doomed from the beginning. You drink, smoke, and stay up to 2 am playing video games! You don't work, you don't clean the house, you don't do anything!!"
"I can't live without you, you can't leave me..PLEASE!?"
"I warned you along time ago that it was going to come to this, and you apparently did not care, 'cuz you kept doing the same shit that I told you upset me. THEN you had the nerve to invite your lazy, good for nothing best friend to live with us. So now I have two of you! You both drink and smoke and drive me insane! I need to leave now"
The girl stood up and grabbed the bag that was next to her leg. She stood there for awhile staring at Burt as he bowed his head onto the table, looking sad and dejected.
"Look, this is not what I want to do, I still love you a lot, But I think that we were waaaay to young when we got married, and I think that we just need to start over and go back to being kids in our 20's."
She whispered this softly and put her hand on the man's head, caressing it as she talked. A few tears fell out of her eyes and rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped them away, and turned to the door. She paused at the door as Burt raised his head to say one last thing,
"If you walk out that door, don't plan on coming back."
Talia paused and bent her head to her chest, took a deep breath and put her hand to the door handle.
"OK Burt, I love you"
She whisked the door open and was gone.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Prompt 1: Go to a crowded public place and be a fly on the wall
As I sat in the Eagle's Nest Cafe', I happened to overhear the following conversation:
"So, I heard that she passed out at the party and Greg had to carry her home." She said this sentence so violently that her pony tail whipped all around her head.
"O-M-G! No way?! She is such a lightweight..."
The two girls took a few bites of the sandwiches in front of them, and I took a moment to study them. Both girls were probably 19 and cared way too much about their appearance, they had heavy make-up, perfect hair, and expensive clothes. I surmised that they were probably daddy's girls and had never worked a day in their life. Suddenly, the first girl with the pony tail set her sandwich down and began to talk again,
"Yea, so she was totally wasted and after Greg carried her home he said that he tucked her in and left. BUT, when I was coming home, I saw Katie outside with some guy, and he was way too tall to be Greg."
The other girl's eyes widened and she stifled a giggle
"So wait, your telling me that Katie might be cheating on Greg? Did you see who he was??"
"No, It was like 2 AM and I couldn't get a good look"
"So not only is she a lightweight, she is a whore too" She laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
Week 3 Theme: scene-setting and dialogue
Dialogue of my morning:
I opened my eyes and slowly stretched my arms and inhaled deeply. I noticed that I was in bed alone, except for my puppy, who laid at the foot of the bed looking sad and melancholy. I sat up and began to pet her.
"Hi baby girl.." I said.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and received the petting, when I stopped she looked disappointed in my effort. I walked into my kitchen and saw that my boyfriend was already making his lunch for work.
"Good Morning.." I said between yawns.
"Well, look who finally decided to get up?"
I gave him, what I hoped, was a scathing glare and turned on my heel towards the fridge. He laughed and continued to make his sandwich. I grabbed the milk, a bowl, and my good ol' cap'n crunch and sat at the table quietly eating my cereal. By now my boyfriend had joined me at the table, and while he ate he thumbed through the news on his phone.
"Hey, did you know that they are making a Saul Goodman spin-off show?"
(For those of you that do not watch the AWESOME tv shows, that is a reference to Breaking Bad)
"Ya", my voice dripping with sarcasm "That's been in the workings for a while, like 2 or 3 months..."
"Oh, I didn't realize"
"Yea, all the skeptics think that since it is a pre-quel show, that means Saul is gonna get killed off in the end of this season of Breaking Bad. So they would HAVE to go back to the beginning since continuing the show wouldn't be an option."
By now I had finished my cereal and I got up to put the dish in the sink, then clean up my boyfriends lunch making stuff that had been left on the counter. He went to go start his car, then he came back inside. The puppy met him at the door, wiggling her tail and doing her "Jelly Bean/Kidney Bean dance". He petted her briefly and met me in the kitchen to grab his lunch and say good-bye.
"Am I gonna see you on my lunch?"
"Yea, I should be able to meet you, I gotta knock out all my English homework this morning though"
"OK, well let me know what you decide to do"
"Oh, don't worry, I will meet you on your lunch", I handed him his lunch box and gave him a kiss, and said,
"Have a good day, babe...I love you!"
"I love you too"
I opened my eyes and slowly stretched my arms and inhaled deeply. I noticed that I was in bed alone, except for my puppy, who laid at the foot of the bed looking sad and melancholy. I sat up and began to pet her.
"Hi baby girl.." I said.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and received the petting, when I stopped she looked disappointed in my effort. I walked into my kitchen and saw that my boyfriend was already making his lunch for work.
"Good Morning.." I said between yawns.
"Well, look who finally decided to get up?"
I gave him, what I hoped, was a scathing glare and turned on my heel towards the fridge. He laughed and continued to make his sandwich. I grabbed the milk, a bowl, and my good ol' cap'n crunch and sat at the table quietly eating my cereal. By now my boyfriend had joined me at the table, and while he ate he thumbed through the news on his phone.
"Hey, did you know that they are making a Saul Goodman spin-off show?"
(For those of you that do not watch the AWESOME tv shows, that is a reference to Breaking Bad)
"Ya", my voice dripping with sarcasm "That's been in the workings for a while, like 2 or 3 months..."
"Oh, I didn't realize"
"Yea, all the skeptics think that since it is a pre-quel show, that means Saul is gonna get killed off in the end of this season of Breaking Bad. So they would HAVE to go back to the beginning since continuing the show wouldn't be an option."
By now I had finished my cereal and I got up to put the dish in the sink, then clean up my boyfriends lunch making stuff that had been left on the counter. He went to go start his car, then he came back inside. The puppy met him at the door, wiggling her tail and doing her "Jelly Bean/Kidney Bean dance". He petted her briefly and met me in the kitchen to grab his lunch and say good-bye.
"Am I gonna see you on my lunch?"
"Yea, I should be able to meet you, I gotta knock out all my English homework this morning though"
"OK, well let me know what you decide to do"
"Oh, don't worry, I will meet you on your lunch", I handed him his lunch box and gave him a kiss, and said,
"Have a good day, babe...I love you!"
"I love you too"
Friday, September 6, 2013
Week 2: Myself in History
The day that is now known as 9/11, holds such a different memory for me. I was 10 or 11 at the time, and that day started off as any other. I was in English class and was not paying attention, as I scribbled pictures of eyeballs with long, flowy eyelashes. Finally, the bell rang and I jumped out of my desk and I was out the door like a shot. I breezed to my locker, and grabbed my flute. For today, all my practicing and long lessons were going to finally be worth it; since, I was trying out for band. I hurried to the band room and began to prepare my flute.
First, I had to put it together, then played a few notes to warm and expand the metal. I waited patiently for the other band members to arrive and prepare their instruments. I barely remember my audition, but I must have done well. Not only had I made band, but I remember happily skipping to my classroom for next period. I skipped all the way into the classroom, a huge smile on my face. I was met with faces of gloom. Everyone chastised me for my smile, and asked me questions like "How could you be happy? The twin towers fell, why are you such a jerk?". I gave them the "I-don't-give-a-crap" look and continued to my desk. It wasn't until parents began to burst into our small christian school, grab their children and go home, that I realized something bad had happened.
I was excited to be out of school early and tried to tell my mom about my exciting news on the drive home. She barely paid attention as her eyes scanned the sky and sped home. My mother speeding was most unusual, even at age 10 I teased her about driving like a grandma. Finally, we arrived home. My father already had the tv on and we swarmed around it. I will never forget those images that flickered across the screen. My mouth was agape with horror and I instantly felt bad for smiling all day. I lived in a sheltered home, I had never seen or heard of the twin towers. However, that day, the images of those two buildings collapsing will always be ingrained in my brain.
First, I had to put it together, then played a few notes to warm and expand the metal. I waited patiently for the other band members to arrive and prepare their instruments. I barely remember my audition, but I must have done well. Not only had I made band, but I remember happily skipping to my classroom for next period. I skipped all the way into the classroom, a huge smile on my face. I was met with faces of gloom. Everyone chastised me for my smile, and asked me questions like "How could you be happy? The twin towers fell, why are you such a jerk?". I gave them the "I-don't-give-a-crap" look and continued to my desk. It wasn't until parents began to burst into our small christian school, grab their children and go home, that I realized something bad had happened.
I was excited to be out of school early and tried to tell my mom about my exciting news on the drive home. She barely paid attention as her eyes scanned the sky and sped home. My mother speeding was most unusual, even at age 10 I teased her about driving like a grandma. Finally, we arrived home. My father already had the tv on and we swarmed around it. I will never forget those images that flickered across the screen. My mouth was agape with horror and I instantly felt bad for smiling all day. I lived in a sheltered home, I had never seen or heard of the twin towers. However, that day, the images of those two buildings collapsing will always be ingrained in my brain.
Week 2: Prompt 3
It was the first, but not the best--or was it?
My first day of college was an intimidating thing. I had no clue that you were supposed to buy your books; silly me, I thought they handed them out like in high school. I also was unable to even find the hall or the classroom number that I was supposed to go to. By time I showed up to the classroom, everyone had already left. Apparently, the teacher had just handed out the syllabus, explained a little about the class, and then dismissed everyone-and they had all left. Humiliated, I shuffled back to my car, not really sure what I was supposed to do next. As I sat in the driver's side seat, I happened to glance at the time, joyfully I realized that my class didn't start for another 30 minutes. In my haste, I had read the clock wrong. I skipped to the classroom and happily noticed that I was the first to arrive. Sadly, I think that was the ONLY time that I was on-time for that class.
My first day of college was an intimidating thing. I had no clue that you were supposed to buy your books; silly me, I thought they handed them out like in high school. I also was unable to even find the hall or the classroom number that I was supposed to go to. By time I showed up to the classroom, everyone had already left. Apparently, the teacher had just handed out the syllabus, explained a little about the class, and then dismissed everyone-and they had all left. Humiliated, I shuffled back to my car, not really sure what I was supposed to do next. As I sat in the driver's side seat, I happened to glance at the time, joyfully I realized that my class didn't start for another 30 minutes. In my haste, I had read the clock wrong. I skipped to the classroom and happily noticed that I was the first to arrive. Sadly, I think that was the ONLY time that I was on-time for that class.
Week 2: Prompt 2
Looking in that photo album, I see--
A very skinny, gangly kid, with a mop of dirty, un-combed hair. I was definitely the ugly duckling of my class, but luckily I grew into the buck teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and got contacts. Thinking back, I don't remember feeling dowdy or ugly-I was accepted for who I was, flaws and all. I think I made up for my appearance in personality. I have always been a jokester and a comic and people gravitated towards my energy. Sure, I could have never done stand-up comedy as a living, but my close group of friends got me and thought I was hilarious.
As I flip through the photo albums more, I see a girl who is desperately trying to fit in with the boys. I remember having a falling out with my girl friends and I decided that boys were less catty anyways. So, I bought some Adidas sneakers with the 3 stripes on the side, and wore baggy t-shirts/pants. I played basketball, softball, soccer, cross-country and track; I enjoyed every single minute.
As I flip further through the photo albums, my pictures start to fade and I am barely in the albums, except maybe at holidays or birthdays. I figure the reason for this is once you move out, you start missing out on family life and all the events that families attend together. When I was 18, I didn't care that I was gonna miss out on these outings, I was ready to explore the world, move out, and become rich and famous. While I have successfully moved out, my other aspirations are merely a dream, which I hope to one day fulfill.
A very skinny, gangly kid, with a mop of dirty, un-combed hair. I was definitely the ugly duckling of my class, but luckily I grew into the buck teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and got contacts. Thinking back, I don't remember feeling dowdy or ugly-I was accepted for who I was, flaws and all. I think I made up for my appearance in personality. I have always been a jokester and a comic and people gravitated towards my energy. Sure, I could have never done stand-up comedy as a living, but my close group of friends got me and thought I was hilarious.
As I flip through the photo albums more, I see a girl who is desperately trying to fit in with the boys. I remember having a falling out with my girl friends and I decided that boys were less catty anyways. So, I bought some Adidas sneakers with the 3 stripes on the side, and wore baggy t-shirts/pants. I played basketball, softball, soccer, cross-country and track; I enjoyed every single minute.
As I flip further through the photo albums, my pictures start to fade and I am barely in the albums, except maybe at holidays or birthdays. I figure the reason for this is once you move out, you start missing out on family life and all the events that families attend together. When I was 18, I didn't care that I was gonna miss out on these outings, I was ready to explore the world, move out, and become rich and famous. While I have successfully moved out, my other aspirations are merely a dream, which I hope to one day fulfill.
Week 2: Prompt 1
The stuff I've collected over the years in my little box/bureau drawer/keepsake chest marks every step of my way.
I have never really traveled much, but I always wanted too. I think that the farthest that I have gone (in the US) is to Chicago, IL, and Prince Edward Island (Canada). This is a fairly small radius compared to the size of the earth. However, since I could talk/walk, I have always collected something from my travels, a smushed penny. Each place that my family and I went always had one of those crank machines. I would slways hurry over, pay $0.51 and out would pop a flattened penny, with a imprint of the chosen design. My keepsake box is overfilling with the buggers. It's become an addiction actually, I see one of those machines and I just NEED to insert a penny, and crank the handle. Sometimes, it is fun to reminisce over these pennies and remember all the places that I have gone and seen. Other times, it just makes me gloomy that I am still stuck in Bangor, and I have yet to see the world.
I have never really traveled much, but I always wanted too. I think that the farthest that I have gone (in the US) is to Chicago, IL, and Prince Edward Island (Canada). This is a fairly small radius compared to the size of the earth. However, since I could talk/walk, I have always collected something from my travels, a smushed penny. Each place that my family and I went always had one of those crank machines. I would slways hurry over, pay $0.51 and out would pop a flattened penny, with a imprint of the chosen design. My keepsake box is overfilling with the buggers. It's become an addiction actually, I see one of those machines and I just NEED to insert a penny, and crank the handle. Sometimes, it is fun to reminisce over these pennies and remember all the places that I have gone and seen. Other times, it just makes me gloomy that I am still stuck in Bangor, and I have yet to see the world.
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