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humans sure do make a lot of gunk. We slam gunk down ouwr faces to mulch ut up into nrw gunks that we goosh out of various holes. Disgusting. Is that the purpose of life? To expel the gunk? We're just cacks of gunk, all wrapped up tight and pretty and presentable like a birthday present, but if the one whose birthday it is were to open us up all the gubk woyld spill out and they would not be happy. That's humans. We are presents that you leave wrapped up, because the anticipation is better than the reality. Just giftwrapped gunk, oozzing in the corner.
Day 7 of 200 days of writing
In which someone receives a gift they were not asking for.
Write a piece with only dialogue
“Benny, close your eyes.” “What, why?” “I can’t tell you. That's not how it works.” “O-kay…” “Okay, you can open them.” … … … “What do you think? It’s the right color, right?” “I-” “I know you said that it should be something small, but I just really wanted to get it for you.” “But it’s…” “No, it’s okay, I really wanted to.” “It’s too expensive.” ‘No, it’s fine. How was I supposed to get you a good one for only $100?” “But these are-” “It’s fine Benny. I wanted you to have it.” “Charlotte” “Hmm?” “You have to return it. They’ll accept returns, right?” “What?” “It’s too expensive Charlotte. You can’t- we can’t afford this. We had a price limit.” “But it’s christmas and I wanted to get what you wanted. You’ve been talking about it for weeks.” “I get that, but this is too much.” “BenBen, it’s not, I’ve got it covered.” “How? These cost like $3000. How could you cover that? We could fix the car for that.” “I just…” “You what? I didn’t ask for this.” “B-but it’s christmas” “Okay? You can’t spend this much money. I can’t afford it.” “I told you I covered it.” “How?! How could you cover it? You don’t even work?! Where did you get $3000 from?” “I-I work” “Part-time! And sometimes barely even that. What are you doing?” “I’m trying.” “Trying? Trying? What does that even mean to you Charolette? Because I’ve been trying. I’ve been trying for years to keep us afloat because of your spending.” … “Don’t… don’t cry now. I’m the one who wants to cry. Do you know how long it will take to pay this off? Where did you even get $3000 from Charlotte?” “I can’t.” “You can’t? What do you mean you can’t?” “I just can’t.” “Was it something illegal?” “Ugh” “Drugs? Did you steal it? Is that why you can’t return it?” “No” “Did you sell-” “Non. No, no!” “Then how? How could you, of all people, come up with this kind of money?” “I just did. I saved it. I worked hard.” “When? When did you work hard? When you were sitting on your ass here watching tv?” “At my job” “At wegman”s? You made an extra 3000 at Wegmans “Not” … “Not exactly” “Then how charlotte? ” “I-I won some of it.” “…won” “A-at bingo night” “You won $3000 at bingo night.” “W-well over three bingo nights” “You won $3000 at bingo night and you bought me this.” “Y-yes, I thought it would suit you.” “We are behind on rent. Reggy only let it slide because of the holidays.” “Well, it is Christmas. I thought you would like it.” “Charlotte, I hate yellow.”
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With that it has been one week of writing.
This week has been a lot of work not just to fit this new project into my days but in my outward life I have been working a lot of extra hours this week. So it was a little overwhelming. I think I have a better handle on the load now and just need a bit of extra sleep to recharge a little.
This was interesting becuase I wasn’t really sure if I was any good with dialogue.
I’m still now.
But it was nice to see this scene and be force to convey everyhthing in just the words without it feeling pretchy or awkward.
Of course, I already had a rich scene inside my head that I can rely on, on the reread, so I am not sure how well a fresh pair of eyes can see the scene portrayed here.
There were two things in this piece that felt sticky. Throughout the writing process i changed them a couple of times, and that would be the gift Charlotte gave and the price of that gift.
I know what the gift Charlotte gave Benny was, I’m not going to share it here cause I would love to hear people’s guesses. Anyway, I had a hard time deciding whether or not to reveal the gift. When I first started writing i didn’t know, and when I did find out and add it to the peice it really fell flat. Like it was a letdown. Like my head made the problem much larger than the gift when it wasn’t revealed. So, ultimately, I decided to keep the gift to myself and see if the readers feel the same about it.
As for the price, I honestly still don’t feel 100% about it. I wanted it to be a lot of money for a Christmas gift, but that is so relative. And I think that price illustrates the positions of the couple in this piece. At one point, it was $10,000, but it didn’t feel believable. And at one point, it was $1000, but then it felt hard to understand the level of anger Benny was expressing. So I ended up at $3000 because that is the number I think that would have this kind of effect in my life.
I hope you enjoyed today’s prompt. I know I had a lot more fun writing it than I was expecting. Though all the punctuation nearly took me out.
See you next time.
WHY
Kakashi: Merry Christmas! Here's ya gift
Tenzō: Er ... An Ichiraku voucher?
Kakashi: Yeap! I'm half an hour late to meet the kids so i catch ya at 8pm for our date. Bye!
Tenzō: Ok, see You lat- Wait, what? What date? Kakashi-Senpai, come back here!
Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Return The Christmas That Almost Wasn't
🎁 [bad gift meme] Starscream leaves a badly wrapped present in the middle of the floor. Held with in are a few dying feeder scraplets, some are half eaten, many are maimed beyond recovery.
What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?Starscream opened the box cautiously. There had been many in times past who had attempted something like this as a trap, it rarely worked but better to be careful.When he saw the contents of the box he dropped it, Starscream is not a fan of scraplets. He can probably get them all with one shot, they all look weak enough that they won’t survive even if someone wanted to help them. Even scraplets don’t deserve long, drawn out, agony... if they can even feel that sort of thing. Besides, if one of them somehow recovered, they might start an infestation.