“Hey there.”
“Hi!”
“I just - I heard your guitar and thought I’d come investigate, meet a fellow musician.”
“Me, a fellow musician? Hardly. I’ve barely got three chords to my name.”
“I could, uh, teach you if you like.”
“Really? I’m sure you have something better to do.”
“No, it’s a nice day. What better way to spend my time than in the sun in the park playing music?”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am. My name is Scott, by the way.”
“I’m Carolyn. It’s good to meet you.”
“So have you been playing the guitar long?”
“No. This is my dad’s baby. I’m a drummer by trade.”
“A drummer, eh? So you’ve got music in your veins.”
“I like to think so.”
“Drummers are cool - one of my brothers is a drummer. So, show me what chords you’ve got.”
“I’ve got C, A, and G. Maybe also D, D minor, and E minor.”
“That’s more than three.”
“I just can’t do bar chords worth beans. My hands are so small.”
“They’re not too small. Here, try this. Lay this finger down first, turn your wrist a bit -”
“Oh. Oh! Hey wow! I’ve got a bar chord.”
“Nice job. Easy as pie, right?”
“My sensei says something easy as pie never tastes as good as pie.”
“Sensei? You do karate?”
“Yup. Train out here in the park sometimes.”
“That’s - wow. What other amazing stuff do you do with your spare time?”
“I don’t know that it’s amazing as much as boring, but - poetry. Since I’m an English major.”
“Ah. Hence the volume of Millay.”
“Yeah. What about you? What do you do?”
“I’m a guitarist in a band.”
“Hence your rockin’ guitar skills. Very cool.”
“Yeah. My band is playing a gig down at the riverfront tomorrow. Seven. You should come watch.”
“Really? That’d be awesome. How many bands are playing a the river?”
“How many? What do you mean?”
“A couple of other friends invited me to watch their bands play down by the river too. I didn’t realized the musical scene in this town was so vibrant.”
“...Neither did I. Well, good luck with those chords, Carolyn.”
“Thanks, Scott. See you tomorrow night!”
(364 words)
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Chemistry or Chemistry... You decide.
"Do you have the history assignment done David?"
"Yes."
"Can I take a peek?"
"No, do your own work."
"Please..."
"Nope."
"But..."
"No, Ari."
"I hate History."
"I know."
"Sigh. Is there anything I can do to get you to change your mind?"
"I'm sure I could think of a few things, but you still have to do your own work."
"I'm tired of homework. School is almost over; isn't it an inalienable right to slack off at the end of the year."
"Not if you want good grades."
"I'm hungry. Let's take a break."
"Ari..."
"Yes?"
"Finish your history and I'll make us some food."
"Okay! I want Indian food."
"Okay."
~~~
"Hey, that smells good."
"Thanks. Ari, didn't I tell you to leave my work alone."
"Aw, come on."
"No work no play."
"Fine."
~~~
"Food is ready."
"Good. I'm done, no thanks to you, and I'm starving."
"Dig in."
"This is great! What should we tackle next?"
"How about Chemistry."
"My thoughts exactly."
(I should get a label tag going for these stories....)
"Yes."
"Can I take a peek?"
"No, do your own work."
"Please..."
"Nope."
"But..."
"No, Ari."
"I hate History."
"I know."
"Sigh. Is there anything I can do to get you to change your mind?"
"I'm sure I could think of a few things, but you still have to do your own work."
"I'm tired of homework. School is almost over; isn't it an inalienable right to slack off at the end of the year."
"Not if you want good grades."
"I'm hungry. Let's take a break."
"Ari..."
"Yes?"
"Finish your history and I'll make us some food."
"Okay! I want Indian food."
"Okay."
~~~
"Hey, that smells good."
"Thanks. Ari, didn't I tell you to leave my work alone."
"Aw, come on."
"No work no play."
"Fine."
~~~
"Food is ready."
"Good. I'm done, no thanks to you, and I'm starving."
"Dig in."
"This is great! What should we tackle next?"
"How about Chemistry."
"My thoughts exactly."
(I should get a label tag going for these stories....)
Poetry, Brian?
"Brian, is this yours?"
"What?"
"What is this?"
"What is what?"
"This!"
"Oh that. That's nothing."
"When to the cessation of sweet thought..."
"Alright Mark, hand it over."
"Poetry? That's never come up before."
"Look just because you're uncultured doesn't mean that I am."
"Give it here."
"No."
"I warned you."
"Hey! Let go of my leg."
"Not until you give it to me."
"Ow! Aright, take your book."
"Thank you."
"What?"
"What is this?"
"What is what?"
"This!"
"Oh that. That's nothing."
"When to the cessation of sweet thought..."
"Alright Mark, hand it over."
"Poetry? That's never come up before."
"Look just because you're uncultured doesn't mean that I am."
"Give it here."
"No."
"I warned you."
"Hey! Let go of my leg."
"Not until you give it to me."
"Ow! Aright, take your book."
"Thank you."
Scott Cross-Examines Dan
“Hey Dan, what’s for lunch?”
“Whatever you make for yourself.”
“What, no love for your elder brother?”
“Sorry. All my love is reserved for the womb-mates, if you know what I mean.”
“I hate that joke, I’ll have you know. Everyone makes such a big deal about you three being triplets, like it’s never happened before.”
“You’re just jealous because our birthday party is always bigger than yours.”
“Shut up and pass the mayo.”
“Here.”
“...Are you humming? Sinatra?”
“Am I not allowed to hum? There’s this weird thing where I’m a musician, and so I constantly have music running through my mind --”
“Sinatra? ‘Fly Me to the Moon’? I thought you hated Sinatra.”
“Apparently whatever you had for breakfast has given you weird delusions, like you can read my mind or something. Finish making your sandwich and go lie down - sounds like your sanity could use it.”
“A man only sings The Chairman when there’s a lady involved.”
“What? Why me? Ben and Clay told me that you’ve got some weird romance conspiracy going on.”
“So there is a lady involved.”
“Not like you’d think.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I ran into this girl at the park, and she was doing katas, and we sparred a bit. She was good.”
“You have a black belt.”
“And hardly any time on the road to train.”
“So...you gonna go tangle with her again?”
“Do you have to makes sparring sound so...insidious?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘insinuating.’”
“Oh, so you did do your English homework.”
“Is she pretty?”
“What matters is that she’s good. It’ll be good for me, to train against a superior fighter.”
“So she’s smokin’ hot.”
“And she could kill you with a popsicle stick.”
“So you are going to see her again?”
“Are you sure you weren’t meant to be a lawyer instead of a musician? Because that was such a leading question.”
“You are.”
“Down at the park tomorrow, before the river front gig.”
“Do I get to meet her?”
“In your gi, sure. Now eat your lunch. I’m going to train.”
“Good luck, lover boy!”
“I can still beat you any day.”
“Yeah, whatever - ow!”
(367 words)
“Whatever you make for yourself.”
“What, no love for your elder brother?”
“Sorry. All my love is reserved for the womb-mates, if you know what I mean.”
“I hate that joke, I’ll have you know. Everyone makes such a big deal about you three being triplets, like it’s never happened before.”
“You’re just jealous because our birthday party is always bigger than yours.”
“Shut up and pass the mayo.”
“Here.”
“...Are you humming? Sinatra?”
“Am I not allowed to hum? There’s this weird thing where I’m a musician, and so I constantly have music running through my mind --”
“Sinatra? ‘Fly Me to the Moon’? I thought you hated Sinatra.”
“Apparently whatever you had for breakfast has given you weird delusions, like you can read my mind or something. Finish making your sandwich and go lie down - sounds like your sanity could use it.”
“A man only sings The Chairman when there’s a lady involved.”
“What? Why me? Ben and Clay told me that you’ve got some weird romance conspiracy going on.”
“So there is a lady involved.”
“Not like you’d think.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I ran into this girl at the park, and she was doing katas, and we sparred a bit. She was good.”
“You have a black belt.”
“And hardly any time on the road to train.”
“So...you gonna go tangle with her again?”
“Do you have to makes sparring sound so...insidious?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘insinuating.’”
“Oh, so you did do your English homework.”
“Is she pretty?”
“What matters is that she’s good. It’ll be good for me, to train against a superior fighter.”
“So she’s smokin’ hot.”
“And she could kill you with a popsicle stick.”
“So you are going to see her again?”
“Are you sure you weren’t meant to be a lawyer instead of a musician? Because that was such a leading question.”
“You are.”
“Down at the park tomorrow, before the river front gig.”
“Do I get to meet her?”
“In your gi, sure. Now eat your lunch. I’m going to train.”
“Good luck, lover boy!”
“I can still beat you any day.”
“Yeah, whatever - ow!”
(367 words)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Scott Bothers Ben
“Hey Ben, give me the scoop on Clay’s new lady love.”
“Hmmm? Oh. Hey Scott. Clay’s new who?”
“You told me you saw him talking to some girl in town - a pretty girl. And I just caught him reading poetry instead of doing his math.”
“Poetry? Clay’s always the one who insists we rhyme ‘love’ with ‘above’.”
“He’s lovestruck, dude. It’s pretty pathetic. I want to hear every detail.”
“You’re really bored, aren’t you?”
“I’ll bet Shelley knows who she is. Shelley knows everyone in town.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I was trying to do my history.”
“You and Clay, always so studious. You make me and Dan look bad.”
“We’re twins. The world starts to rotate in reverse if we don’t do everything identically.”
“So...if both of you do everything identically, then you’re mooning over a girl too, right?”
“Don’t you have chemistry to do?”
“Not if you’ve got chemistry going on with a lovely lady. Tell Uncle Scott all about it.”
“Now you’re just being patronizing.”
“Oooh - big word.”
“I learned it doing my English homework. Which, according to Shelley, you still haven’t done. So buzz off.”
“Benny...”
“Don’t call me that.”
“C’mon, Benny, just --”
“All right, all right! Not the hair.”
“You’re so vain.”
“You’re the ones who whined when I cut my hair as short as Clay’s.”
“Why are we talking about hair when we could be talking about ladies?”
“Fine! I met her down along the river front. She was listening to music and I noticed her hands - she was playing the beat. She’s a real drummer. We got to talking, and - she was smart and funny and really, really pretty.”
“Did she recognize you?”
“I don’t think so. I mean - she didn’t go all nutty fangirl on me. It was nice to be treated like - like a real boy for once.”
“Keep up the honesty and you’ll turn into a real boy in no time, Romeo.”
“Get out of here. I don’t know why I tell you anything.”
(336 words)
“Hmmm? Oh. Hey Scott. Clay’s new who?”
“You told me you saw him talking to some girl in town - a pretty girl. And I just caught him reading poetry instead of doing his math.”
“Poetry? Clay’s always the one who insists we rhyme ‘love’ with ‘above’.”
“He’s lovestruck, dude. It’s pretty pathetic. I want to hear every detail.”
“You’re really bored, aren’t you?”
“I’ll bet Shelley knows who she is. Shelley knows everyone in town.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I was trying to do my history.”
“You and Clay, always so studious. You make me and Dan look bad.”
“We’re twins. The world starts to rotate in reverse if we don’t do everything identically.”
“So...if both of you do everything identically, then you’re mooning over a girl too, right?”
“Don’t you have chemistry to do?”
“Not if you’ve got chemistry going on with a lovely lady. Tell Uncle Scott all about it.”
“Now you’re just being patronizing.”
“Oooh - big word.”
“I learned it doing my English homework. Which, according to Shelley, you still haven’t done. So buzz off.”
“Benny...”
“Don’t call me that.”
“C’mon, Benny, just --”
“All right, all right! Not the hair.”
“You’re so vain.”
“You’re the ones who whined when I cut my hair as short as Clay’s.”
“Why are we talking about hair when we could be talking about ladies?”
“Fine! I met her down along the river front. She was listening to music and I noticed her hands - she was playing the beat. She’s a real drummer. We got to talking, and - she was smart and funny and really, really pretty.”
“Did she recognize you?”
“I don’t think so. I mean - she didn’t go all nutty fangirl on me. It was nice to be treated like - like a real boy for once.”
“Keep up the honesty and you’ll turn into a real boy in no time, Romeo.”
“Get out of here. I don’t know why I tell you anything.”
(336 words)
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Scott Pesters Clay
“I know that expression, bro. Spill - what’s her name?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Hey - give me back my math book!”
“C’mon. You’ve been mooning at the back of Dan’s head all day. Ben told me he saw you talking to a hot chick yesterday.”
“Are you sure you didn’t mix me up with Ben?”
“Clay, you can’t lie to your big brother. I’ll give you back your math book if you tell me her name.”
“No.”
“At least tell me something about her.”
“She was nice, all right? Nice and smart and --”
“It sounds like love.”
“Shut up and give me my textbook.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Poetry, actually.”
“Poetry? You? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I can read, you know. And - her voice. It was...haunting. Shelley never sounds like that when she reads us poetry.”
“It really does sound like love. Is that why a volume of Millay is in the middle of your trigonometry?”
“Leave, Scott. Leave now and let me study.”
“I’m gonna go tell Ben about your lady poet love.”
“You do that.”
(182 words)
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Hey - give me back my math book!”
“C’mon. You’ve been mooning at the back of Dan’s head all day. Ben told me he saw you talking to a hot chick yesterday.”
“Are you sure you didn’t mix me up with Ben?”
“Clay, you can’t lie to your big brother. I’ll give you back your math book if you tell me her name.”
“No.”
“At least tell me something about her.”
“She was nice, all right? Nice and smart and --”
“It sounds like love.”
“Shut up and give me my textbook.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Poetry, actually.”
“Poetry? You? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I can read, you know. And - her voice. It was...haunting. Shelley never sounds like that when she reads us poetry.”
“It really does sound like love. Is that why a volume of Millay is in the middle of your trigonometry?”
“Leave, Scott. Leave now and let me study.”
“I’m gonna go tell Ben about your lady poet love.”
“You do that.”
(182 words)
Dark Waltz / Sway
"We are the lucky ones, we shine like a thousand suns, when all of the color runs together. I'll keep you company, in one glorious harmony. Waltzing with destiny forever."
"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more."
"Dance me into the night, underneath the moon shining so bright, turning me into the light. Time dances whirling past, I gaze through the looking glass; and feel just beyond my grasp is heaven."
"Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me."
"Sacred geometry, where movement is poetry; visions of you and me forever."
"Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you. Only you have that magic technique. When we sway I go weak."
"Dance me into the night, underneath the moon shining so bright. Let the dark waltz begin. Oh let me wheel - let me spin, let it take me again. Turning me into the light."
"I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how; sway me smooth, sway me now. You know how, sway me smooth, sway me now."
"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more."
"Dance me into the night, underneath the moon shining so bright, turning me into the light. Time dances whirling past, I gaze through the looking glass; and feel just beyond my grasp is heaven."
"Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me."
"Sacred geometry, where movement is poetry; visions of you and me forever."
"Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you. Only you have that magic technique. When we sway I go weak."
"Dance me into the night, underneath the moon shining so bright. Let the dark waltz begin. Oh let me wheel - let me spin, let it take me again. Turning me into the light."
"I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how; sway me smooth, sway me now. You know how, sway me smooth, sway me now."
Monday, April 20, 2009
Top 40 Break-up
“The last thing I want to do right now is read your stupid poetry. Why can’t you just tell me what you really want to say?” [1]
“We all have a weakness. Some of ours are easy to identify.” [2]
“Look me in the eye.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let’s compare scars and I’ll tell you whose is worse.” [3]
“Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existence.” [4]
“Painted a picture of how it’s supposed to turn out. Down in a cold dirty well and I cannot climb out.” [5]
“Everybody’s watching you now. What happens next?” [4]
“I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing.” [6]
“I dare you to move.” [4]
“Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in.” [6]
“I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.” [4]
“When a heart breaks, no, it don’t break even.” [6]
(139 words)
Lyrics from:
1 - Silhouette Serenade by Vendetta Red
2 - Dig by Incubus
3 - Swing Life Away by Rise Against
4 - Dare You to Move by Switchfoot
5 - Down A Cold Dirty Well by Justin Nozuka
6 - Break Even by The Script
“We all have a weakness. Some of ours are easy to identify.” [2]
“Look me in the eye.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let’s compare scars and I’ll tell you whose is worse.” [3]
“Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existence.” [4]
“Painted a picture of how it’s supposed to turn out. Down in a cold dirty well and I cannot climb out.” [5]
“Everybody’s watching you now. What happens next?” [4]
“I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing.” [6]
“I dare you to move.” [4]
“Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in.” [6]
“I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.” [4]
“When a heart breaks, no, it don’t break even.” [6]
(139 words)
Lyrics from:
1 - Silhouette Serenade by Vendetta Red
2 - Dig by Incubus
3 - Swing Life Away by Rise Against
4 - Dare You to Move by Switchfoot
5 - Down A Cold Dirty Well by Justin Nozuka
6 - Break Even by The Script
Annabelle Lee / I am going to the West.
"It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee."
"In this fair land, I'll stay no more; here labor is in vain. I'll seek the mountains far away, and leave the fertile plain."
"But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee."
"You say you will not go with me, you turn your eyes away. You say you will not follow me, no matter what I say. I am going to the West."
"But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we-- And neither the angels in heaven above,
nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."
"I will journey to the place that was shaped by heaven's hand, and I will build for me a bower where angels' footprints mark the land. Where castle rocks in towers high
kneel to valleys wild and green. All my thoughts are turned to you, my waking hope, my sleeping dream."
"And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride, in her sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea."
"Wind, my blanket. Earth, my bed, my canopy a tree. Willows by the river's edge will whisper me to sleep."
"In this fair land, I'll stay no more; here labor is in vain. I'll seek the mountains far away, and leave the fertile plain."
"But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee."
"You say you will not go with me, you turn your eyes away. You say you will not follow me, no matter what I say. I am going to the West."
"But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we-- And neither the angels in heaven above,
nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."
"I will journey to the place that was shaped by heaven's hand, and I will build for me a bower where angels' footprints mark the land. Where castle rocks in towers high
kneel to valleys wild and green. All my thoughts are turned to you, my waking hope, my sleeping dream."
"And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride, in her sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea."
"Wind, my blanket. Earth, my bed, my canopy a tree. Willows by the river's edge will whisper me to sleep."
Wanderlust/ Where are we going from here.
"Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea."
"On a long road, miles to go, it's winding and cold and its covered with snow."
"It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-by."
"But I ask you what we all want to know; where are we going from here?"
"I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are, but man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide a star"
"We lose our way, trying to find, searching to find our way home."
"And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard; for the river calls and the road calls, and oh, the call of a bird."
"Trying to find our way home."
"And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why, you may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky!"
"As the day dies, with tears in our eyes, there's too few hellos and too many goodbyes."
"Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away."
"But who do you ask, when no one really knows where we are going from here."
"On a long road, miles to go, it's winding and cold and its covered with snow."
"It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-by."
"But I ask you what we all want to know; where are we going from here?"
"I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are, but man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide a star"
"We lose our way, trying to find, searching to find our way home."
"And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard; for the river calls and the road calls, and oh, the call of a bird."
"Trying to find our way home."
"And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why, you may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky!"
"As the day dies, with tears in our eyes, there's too few hellos and too many goodbyes."
"Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away."
"But who do you ask, when no one really knows where we are going from here."
Sunday, April 19, 2009
An Edna St. Vincent-Millay Break-up
“The rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh upon the glass.”
“I shall forget you presently, my dear.”
“I would indeed that love were longer lived.”
“If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow.”
“I think I should have loved you presently.”
“You are betrayed. Here is no treasure hid.”
“Time does not bring relief. You all have lied.”
“This door you might not open, and you did.”
“And you no longer look with love on me.”
“I find this frenzy insufficient reason for conversation when we meet again.”
“Some sane day, not to bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.”
“Let me make it plain: I must never more behold your face.”
“This now is yours. I seek another place.”
(140 words)
“I shall forget you presently, my dear.”
“I would indeed that love were longer lived.”
“If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow.”
“I think I should have loved you presently.”
“You are betrayed. Here is no treasure hid.”
“Time does not bring relief. You all have lied.”
“This door you might not open, and you did.”
“And you no longer look with love on me.”
“I find this frenzy insufficient reason for conversation when we meet again.”
“Some sane day, not to bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.”
“Let me make it plain: I must never more behold your face.”
“This now is yours. I seek another place.”
(140 words)
Project #25: All Dialogue
I'll confess, this is pretty much a cheap shot for me, but finals are coming up. Write a scene that's entirely dialogue. Ernest Hemingway was famous for his long stretches of untagged dialogue, so go for it - untagged dialogue, 100-400 words. Think of funky ways to write the dialogue, like maybe make a conversation, that's comprised entirely of lines from different poems, or from different songs, or conversations from dialogue in a book you love, or just make it up. Have fun with it, jazz it up, and don't stress out.
Overview #24 - Random Words
It was fun to get to use the random word generator, at any rate. Mostly it felt like I was suffering from perennial writer's block, because I do just this, write little scenes that will go nowhere, whenever I'm trying to drive the writer's block away. Still, I had fun. I wrote a lot of randomness, some of it inspired by internet videos (Susan Boyle and Paul Potts) and some of it inspired by pictures. I did dip into fandom once, though it's on the darker edge of that fandom, and fairly obscure in its allusion to boot, but it was good times. I got to work on a bit of dialogue, a bit of micro plot, and it was fairly easy work, all things considered.
Nut
“If The Wordsmith ever finds out about this, he’ll do a nut,” Kory said.
Austin shooed him away with a gesture of her hand. “Smith won’t ever find out that I did this then, will he, Virtue boy?”
“Just because I’m in the Virtue Choir doesn’t mean you can call me -”
Austin leveled a glare at him. “I’m one of the Gregori for a reason, Kory, and it’s not because I care to argue with a misplaced Virtue.”
“Misplaced? You question The Authority?”
“Begone, Kory, before I have to file a collateral damage report,” Austin said.
Kory shook his head. “I’m just saying. The Wordsmith’s pretty fragile, and this could really be trouble. Not to mention if Garrow finds out what you did.”
“You underestimate Smith.” Austin tacked the poster to the cork board in the Virtue lounge and shuffled the stack in her folder. She had posters for every bunker in the Quire but the Gregori bunker, and she planned to use them well. “He’s not the sort to go running to Garrow.”
“Garrow, on the other hand, is just the sort to figure out what you did without The Wordsmith saying a thing.” Kory studied the poster. It was well-made. However Austin had found such a pleasant picture of The Wordsmith - dressed in a fluffy blue hoodie and smiling - Kory couldn’t begin to imagine, but the kid looked mildly attractive. That the poster was advertising The Wordsmith as a potential date and there were phone number tabs along the bottom was less impressive and more frightening.
Austin yanked off a couple of the tabs and shoved them into her pocket, then stood back to admire her handiwork.
“Do you know what’ll happen if you put that up in the Houri bunker?” Kory asked.
Austin’s smile said it all.
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Austin shooed him away with a gesture of her hand. “Smith won’t ever find out that I did this then, will he, Virtue boy?”
“Just because I’m in the Virtue Choir doesn’t mean you can call me -”
Austin leveled a glare at him. “I’m one of the Gregori for a reason, Kory, and it’s not because I care to argue with a misplaced Virtue.”
“Misplaced? You question The Authority?”
“Begone, Kory, before I have to file a collateral damage report,” Austin said.
Kory shook his head. “I’m just saying. The Wordsmith’s pretty fragile, and this could really be trouble. Not to mention if Garrow finds out what you did.”
“You underestimate Smith.” Austin tacked the poster to the cork board in the Virtue lounge and shuffled the stack in her folder. She had posters for every bunker in the Quire but the Gregori bunker, and she planned to use them well. “He’s not the sort to go running to Garrow.”
“Garrow, on the other hand, is just the sort to figure out what you did without The Wordsmith saying a thing.” Kory studied the poster. It was well-made. However Austin had found such a pleasant picture of The Wordsmith - dressed in a fluffy blue hoodie and smiling - Kory couldn’t begin to imagine, but the kid looked mildly attractive. That the poster was advertising The Wordsmith as a potential date and there were phone number tabs along the bottom was less impressive and more frightening.
Austin yanked off a couple of the tabs and shoved them into her pocket, then stood back to admire her handiwork.
“Do you know what’ll happen if you put that up in the Houri bunker?” Kory asked.
Austin’s smile said it all.
(301 words)
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