Fragments from a conversation I heard the other day in a takeaway:
"...she took that date rape drug on purpose..."
"...they didn't even know those two boys..."
"...can you imagine doing that in someone else's house?..."
"...there was blood everywhere. I had to clean eight towels this morning..."
Try to fill in those blanks.
"...she took that date rape drug on purpose..."
"...they didn't even know those two boys..."
"...can you imagine doing that in someone else's house?..."
"...there was blood everywhere. I had to clean eight towels this morning..."
Try to fill in those blanks.
chris_sick:
hot damn! best journal post ever. that's going into a story somewhere. or a fucked up poem. yes... fucked up poems are great for shit like that. less random, but i recently was told by a girl i hardly know about the first time she took on two guys at a party and can't remember either of their names.
chris_sick:
yeah shit like this i never doubt, because its almost impossible to make it up. i think i remember that part in brave new world. dialogue is always hard to writer, mostly because since you're writing it you think it sounds phoney, because it sounds phoney to you, usually other people don't think its phoney. cause they didn't have to make it up. its great when i write a scene with multiply people if i can actually write it in such a way that you know who said what without me haaing to tell youi, just by whats said and in what order. that's always fun.