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Writing Group / Re: Writing Prompts!
« on: December 21, 2010, 04:12:30 AM »
Writing Prompt: Dialogue
That was a fun exercise. Here's my attempt.
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"One thousand forty-one, one thousand forty-two, one thousand forty-three-"
"It breathed. Its chest just moved; I saw it."
"Dammit, Roy, you made me lose count. Now we have to start all over again. Hand me another syringe."
"It's breathing. It's not dead. We gotta get out of here…n-n-not safe."
"Every damn time we come out here you-"
"The claw just twitched! Please Joss; I'm telling you it's-"
"It's postmortem reflex. Happens sometimes. Watch the thermometer, kid; body temp is 119 degrees and dropping steadily. There's no way it's living with a body temp that low."
"No. It's alive. We just stunned it. It's gonna jump up, tear us to smithereens, it's gonna…eat us."
"For the last time, there's nothing left - just a burned out husk. The pupils are non-responsive. Look."
"ARGH! Don't touch its eyes! What the hell's wrong with you?"
"That' s it. I'm done. You hear that Captain? I'm finished. Get him another line of work."
"You can't do that; I've got a family. Harvesting pays the best and you know it."
"Then stop freaking out over every twitch. You're driving me crazy."
"But it moved, Joss. I'm not making it up. That. Thing. Moved."
"Look, I don't want to be out here any more than you do, but we have to get this done. It's important."
"Let's go find another one. There's always another one. Please, Joss…"
"I just need 120 seconds, Roy. We'll draw the spinal fluid then we'll get back where it's safe, and we won't have to come back for two months. Can you do that? Can you give me 120 seconds? Now, hand me the syringe, and we'll get back to work."
"J-Joss?"
"I said hand me the damn syringe."
"JOSS!"
That was a fun exercise. Here's my attempt.
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"One thousand forty-one, one thousand forty-two, one thousand forty-three-"
"It breathed. Its chest just moved; I saw it."
"Dammit, Roy, you made me lose count. Now we have to start all over again. Hand me another syringe."
"It's breathing. It's not dead. We gotta get out of here…n-n-not safe."
"Every damn time we come out here you-"
"The claw just twitched! Please Joss; I'm telling you it's-"
"It's postmortem reflex. Happens sometimes. Watch the thermometer, kid; body temp is 119 degrees and dropping steadily. There's no way it's living with a body temp that low."
"No. It's alive. We just stunned it. It's gonna jump up, tear us to smithereens, it's gonna…eat us."
"For the last time, there's nothing left - just a burned out husk. The pupils are non-responsive. Look."
"ARGH! Don't touch its eyes! What the hell's wrong with you?"
"That' s it. I'm done. You hear that Captain? I'm finished. Get him another line of work."
"You can't do that; I've got a family. Harvesting pays the best and you know it."
"Then stop freaking out over every twitch. You're driving me crazy."
"But it moved, Joss. I'm not making it up. That. Thing. Moved."
"Look, I don't want to be out here any more than you do, but we have to get this done. It's important."
"Let's go find another one. There's always another one. Please, Joss…"
"I just need 120 seconds, Roy. We'll draw the spinal fluid then we'll get back where it's safe, and we won't have to come back for two months. Can you do that? Can you give me 120 seconds? Now, hand me the syringe, and we'll get back to work."
"J-Joss?"
"I said hand me the damn syringe."
"JOSS!"