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Jun 11, 2012 10:36AM

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Really??? It rains all the time down here. Winter and spring mostly, but summer, too. And hardly cloudy... which part o CA did you visit???



The unscrupulous and armed men, a battered fifteen-year-old boy, and an already mature sixteen-year-old girl. The situation didn't look good; even Terry had to admit that things had finally crossed into "dangerous" territory.
Evelyn stared at the scene, mouth covered by her hands, and seemed to freeze. She didn't move when the only thug without a weapon slowly approached, seemed incapable even when he brought up a thin whip like wire. Terry, rather aggrivated by her mysterious inactivity, started yelling at her.
"Run! Get out of here! This is a private function! We don't like in-"
She had moved by the second exclaimation point, but Terry would've kept going if a police batan hadn't rather inconviently collided with his head. Evelyn didn't make it very far; by the time Terry's vision had recovered from the blow, the thug with the garroting wire had already dragged her back behind the building.
What followed was a predictable string of lewd comments, most of which Terry only half understood. All three thugs encircled her, pushing her around, throwing out taunts, all to prove how helpless she was. The one with the wire held one arm around her neck and slowly started to slip a hand down her shirt.
"Hey, did y'all forget about me?"
They all looked back at the blonde teenager with confusion boardering on shock. Already, Terry was somehow standing and even taking a steady karate forward-leaning stance.
The thug with the knife flung the blade up in the air and caught it as casually as he could. "Sorry, but the girl's prettier than you."
"I won't argue that," Terry replied, an impossible smile wrinkling his face. "But I have more endurance."
The three thugs traded looks and nodded. The batan-thug and knife-thug closed in on the battered and bleeding boy.
(To be concluded)

Yeah, that was a funny moment, finding out that most people don't have IDs before a driver's permit.

Logically, that assumes an infinite universe.




Well their reply could've been due to lack of intelligence, or they were just a very wry, sarcastic person. My best friend would say something like that, but it wouldn't be because of any shortage of brains. Actually someone once asked where she was from and she replied, "My mother's womb."



Actually, I find you quite amusing, M.

Alex, you’re far too kind! I can’t think of any way to reply.

Multitasking is actually not a very good thing, from what I've heard. Hey, vaguely-remember, potentially-unfounded medical theories - welcome to the Internet!




Not familiar; I'm just starting it all. I'm trying to watch it with a friend who doesn't come over as reliably as I'd like. I also think he doesn't get the whole philosophical subtext ...


I never use emoticons or chat speak (except to signal an abrupt departure from my computer). Yes, I'm very pround of that fact.
... How do you make a penguin?



That, or take an EMP to their servers.

It's just another method of communication; the key is to avoid letting it become your primary method of communication.