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Writing Group / Re: Writing Prompts!
« on: December 19, 2010, 10:19:56 PM »
This might not be following the guidelines, since there's three people (only two talk at a time) and it's a comic script rather than prose.
"When's dad coming home?"
"I dunno!"
"I'm bored."
"Will you play with me?"
"No."
"Will you play with me?"
"No"
"Will
you
play a game with me?"
"I want to play with dad. You just want to play kids games."
"You're only three years older than me!"
"Three and a half!"
"Oh yeah?
Well…
I am a wizard!"
"(Sigh) How many times do I have to tell yous? Fairies, elves and monsters don't exist, and wizards don't rule the world. It's generals and athletes and architects who-
"And this is my magic leaf pile!
Do you want to take a jump in the pile?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Dad says there's no such thing as magic."
"Why that's the most saddest thing I've ever heard, and I'm only nine!
(raised eyebrow)
Regardingless, I say that I'm a wizard.
Normally I'd charge one purply-red leaf for each trip into the pile, but since this is your first trip, I'll let you jump for free."
"(Oh yes, you sure are a shrewd businessman.)
It's just a bunch of leaves. That's not a magic pile."
"Well
maybe
you'll
never
find
out." (he crouches in the pile, out of sight)
...
"I'm bored.
(car engine vroom)
Dad's home!"
"Hi dad!"
"Hey son. Where's your brother?"
"He's playing over there.
I want to play catch!"
"That's a great idea! You could play catch with your brother. "
"What?"
"I have a lot of work to do tonight. See you at dinner!"
...
"I'm bor-
I'm cold.
Maybe I don't want to find out if it's magic!
Maybe I don't care!
(he steps in it)
Because it's not."
"You have to jump into it, Mr. Athlete!
Mr. Athletect!
Major General No-Fun!"
"You want to see a jump?
I'll show you a jump!"
(He takes a running jump into the leaf pile, falls a great distance, gets up and looks up at the sky)
"When's dad coming home?"
"I dunno!"
"I'm bored."
"Will you play with me?"
"No."
"Will you play with me?"
"No"
"Will
you
play a game with me?"
"I want to play with dad. You just want to play kids games."
"You're only three years older than me!"
"Three and a half!"
"Oh yeah?
Well…
I am a wizard!"
"(Sigh) How many times do I have to tell yous? Fairies, elves and monsters don't exist, and wizards don't rule the world. It's generals and athletes and architects who-
"And this is my magic leaf pile!
Do you want to take a jump in the pile?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Dad says there's no such thing as magic."
"Why that's the most saddest thing I've ever heard, and I'm only nine!
(raised eyebrow)
Regardingless, I say that I'm a wizard.
Normally I'd charge one purply-red leaf for each trip into the pile, but since this is your first trip, I'll let you jump for free."
"(Oh yes, you sure are a shrewd businessman.)
It's just a bunch of leaves. That's not a magic pile."
"Well
maybe
you'll
never
find
out." (he crouches in the pile, out of sight)
...
"I'm bored.
(car engine vroom)
Dad's home!"
"Hi dad!"
"Hey son. Where's your brother?"
"He's playing over there.
I want to play catch!"
"That's a great idea! You could play catch with your brother. "
"What?"
"I have a lot of work to do tonight. See you at dinner!"
...
"I'm bor-
I'm cold.
Maybe I don't want to find out if it's magic!
Maybe I don't care!
(he steps in it)
Because it's not."
"You have to jump into it, Mr. Athlete!
Mr. Athletect!
Major General No-Fun!"
"You want to see a jump?
I'll show you a jump!"
(He takes a running jump into the leaf pile, falls a great distance, gets up and looks up at the sky)