Word Count Signifies Importance
the mental camera in your head. How your imaginary lens sweeps across your thought-made landscape or zooms into your protagonist’s face as they discover the truth long-since hidden from them.
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Merrow Sorrow
A: It speaks, you say?
B: Aye.
A: Then open. I will have words.
(BEAT)
A: Give me no such look! The charges will be read and it will be shot like the animal it is. But it will first answer for the men murdered by its own hand.
B: And teeth.
A: Open!
Brown Hair Description Challenge
Her hair poured from her hat in streams of coffee which splashed across her shoulders in search of a tall cup. “Pull up a chair,” it seemed to say, “and enjoy a conversation with a friendly face.”
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The Oarsman
Hungry waves lapped against the creaking hull. A soft wind carried a heat and odor that denied Wim the relief he hoped it would bring. Hand to head, he struggled to seat himself upright, his temples beating in time with the methodical slap of an oar behind him. First to the left, then the right. Each row like the beat of a drum, emphasizing a rippling moment as it stretched across the stream of time. Ever forward.
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Super Hero Therapy: Session 1
W: Doc, good you’re here.
D: I must confess, William, when I said my door was always open that was a slight exaggeration. While I am always happy to take walk-ups, I cannot have people barging into my office unannounced. What if another client had been here?
W: I don’t have time to wait, I need pills. Sleeping pills.
D: Sit, please. Let’s chat.
W: Can’t we just skip that and—
D: I am not in the habit of writing prescriptions without due cause.
The Butler Did It!
The butler did it. If you care only for the conclusion to this mystery–the content of tomorrow’s headlines–you have your answer. Please leave me as quickly as you came. But I know better than to hope for such abatement of my pain. What good is a headline without details to fill your columns? Your papers need sensational facts, clues of the case laid out in an easy-to-digest timeline filled with wild but always accurate speculations. I care not for your papers or the idle gossip they promote and spread farther and quicker than any known contagion.
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Port Of Call (WT) Episode 1
Thank you. I promise you can get back to your—uh—chit chat and all that momentarily. I know I wasn’t the—uh—winner of the charisma lottery in my—our family [pause for laughter that does not come] [clears throat] Anyway, uh—it would be remiss of me not to thank—uh—the patron—you, our patrons—for your—uh—donatio—investments. I really think, you’ll find here in—uh—just a moment that we—your money has been put to good use. Thank you again.
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The Proxy
“The eyes! Why do they glow?”
Tia forced herself to exhale. She pressed her damp palms against each leg and made her first mental note. The dark room before her didn’t glow with luminescent red spikes; It wasn’t an Ustron. That was good. Very good. Less chance she’d be eaten before her father downstairs could hear her scream. But there were many other dangerous spirits that could belong to that voice.
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Cassio P.P.I
My name is Cassius O’Shaughnessy, yeah real tongue twister. Most of my friends just call me Cassio. I’m a Paranormal Private Investigator. And don’t even ask if I’m one of those ghost hunter nutballs. I lose credibility every time one of those quacks go on TV. I’m a detective, not a freakin magician. I don’t call upon spirits or play with one of them wee-gee board things. I don’t carry a wand or wooden stakes or silver dust, just a pen and notepad.
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The Long Climb
Mizar (M): My goodness, how do people do this? We are not halfway, even.
Boötis (B): Your goodness? Ha!
M: Why laugh at me?
B: I laugh at only my own foolishness, my dear. You grow daily. Yet I often forget.