for "mini_nanowrimo" hence no friends lock 8
this is a strange format. i tried to do something different. i figure if i have to write every day then i'm going to play around and try new things, see what works.
this is... well it wasn't what i was going for but i think it's kind of cool. i tried to give it a surprise ending of sorts. a surprise in that i'm the author and i can make you feel however i want about my characters. *grin*
"We need to talk," she typed into the open text box.
"Yeah?" A quick reply, she could never tell what he was feeling. She could never tell if he was feeling at all.
"Call me?"
"The phone line is busy."
"I hate talking on this thing."
"So?"
"It would be better if I could at least hear your voice. Maybe we could meet up?”
"I'm watching a movie"
"Please? We can meet halfway."
Thirty seconds passed and then a full minute. She didn't blame him. They both knew it was coming, the bittersweet ending. Bitter for him and sweet for her. There was a twinge of guilt as she nodded along with her own thoughts. It is always bitter for people like him and sweet for people like me.
As the sentence rolled through her mind, marquee style, she knew it was true. She had already pulled away enough to be a whole separate category of people. She already looked down on him. She didn't even bother hiding her cringe when she was invited in anymore. His father, drinking with his work buddies in the kitchen, would call out a gruff hello. She was timid around him, scared that he saw right through her, would duck her head and wave politely.
"BRB."
"Whatever."
It was five minutes later and she was feeling provoked, caged and bored. She had an open novel in her lap and that was not actually being read.
"Back."
"You know, I was going to make this one clean cut. I was going to be open and caring and A Really Good Person about this but I've been thinking and I'm not."
"Not what?"
"A Really Good Person."
"Just do it then."
"Fuck you."
"Do it. You think you're so fucking clever, you're so amazing, because you did two semesters at a community college. You think you're brilliant because you call it 'life experience' when you sleep with any guy who looks like he's read all of Kafka's work, if you're so, so, so fucking clever, then say it without making it hurt."
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this is... well it wasn't what i was going for but i think it's kind of cool. i tried to give it a surprise ending of sorts. a surprise in that i'm the author and i can make you feel however i want about my characters. *grin*
"We need to talk," she typed into the open text box.
"Yeah?" A quick reply, she could never tell what he was feeling. She could never tell if he was feeling at all.
"Call me?"
"The phone line is busy."
"I hate talking on this thing."
"So?"
"It would be better if I could at least hear your voice. Maybe we could meet up?”
"I'm watching a movie"
"Please? We can meet halfway."
Thirty seconds passed and then a full minute. She didn't blame him. They both knew it was coming, the bittersweet ending. Bitter for him and sweet for her. There was a twinge of guilt as she nodded along with her own thoughts. It is always bitter for people like him and sweet for people like me.
As the sentence rolled through her mind, marquee style, she knew it was true. She had already pulled away enough to be a whole separate category of people. She already looked down on him. She didn't even bother hiding her cringe when she was invited in anymore. His father, drinking with his work buddies in the kitchen, would call out a gruff hello. She was timid around him, scared that he saw right through her, would duck her head and wave politely.
"BRB."
"Whatever."
It was five minutes later and she was feeling provoked, caged and bored. She had an open novel in her lap and that was not actually being read.
"Back."
"You know, I was going to make this one clean cut. I was going to be open and caring and A Really Good Person about this but I've been thinking and I'm not."
"Not what?"
"A Really Good Person."
"Just do it then."
"Fuck you."
"Do it. You think you're so fucking clever, you're so amazing, because you did two semesters at a community college. You think you're brilliant because you call it 'life experience' when you sleep with any guy who looks like he's read all of Kafka's work, if you're so, so, so fucking clever, then say it without making it hurt."
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