Note: I’m trying to go back to writing fiction, and I realized that I love writing one liners and short dialogues, but there’s no story attached to them. So I decided to expand these one liners into short scenes. This story started with the line “And I am just gonna die about being awkward.”
And I am just gonna die about being awkward. No, I don’t have pimples, or eyeglasses, or advanced coding skills, but I have an over-active brain that likes controlling my mouth. He was just reading a book and she had her head on his lap, and I had to ask them what time it was.
They were startled. Yes, it’s not only them that was in this garden on a school day. People are allowed here right? We are all wearing the same uniform, so I guess we are from the same school, but I don’t know you guys, but we’ve probably seen each other in the hallways, or not.
And I just kept talking, when I could have stopped, and if I did just that they would have adjusted to the fact that another human being was in their presence, their facial muscles would have relaxed, and they would have answered my freaking question, good day to you, I said good day!
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Note: Sometimes I think of snippets of dialogues or scenes that are interesting, but I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t know how to flesh them out into a story or if they should be a poem or a song. Here’s one of those ideas.
Character 1: But, can we go out as friends?
Character 2: Yeah, let’s hang out. But you can go out as friends, and I will go out with an ulterior motive.
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Sometimes I think of snippets of dialogues or scenes that are interesting, but I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t know how to flesh it out into a story or if it should be a poem or a song. Here’s one of those ideas:
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This is a work of fiction.
Transcript: I was with my friends when one of them was like, “Why do corporations work you to the bone?” and my other friend was like, “Honey, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? They work you to the bone because fundamentally, they want you to die. Die for your money, baby!”
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I don’t know why our Filipino teacher told us this when we were in high school. It definitely had no connection with Filipino. Maybe it was the fact that all of us in that classroom, and in that school, were girls, such that our teachers felt that they had to give our vaginas a talking to.
When Ms. de los Reyes had a boyfriend, she said she never gave into temptation. “If we break up, I knew, I could still look him in the eye and say ‘wala kang kinuha sa akin,’” she said with a glazed, far-reaching look on her face and a finger pointed up into empty air. They did break up, and so she was able to utter that dramatic line. Her message was clear: don’t have sex before you get married; you’ll feel ashamed when he leaves you.
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Person 1: Who’s your crush?
Person 2: You. Hahaha (*giggly laugh*)
Person 1: What?
Person 2: You nga, feeling naman gusto pang paulitin.
Person 1: You like me?
Person 2: You have too much earwax?
Person 1: I…I…
Person 2: I like you. Ball is in your court.
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Note: This is a story that I wrote when I was in high school. My English teacher made us read a short story about dots and lines, and she asked us to write our own short stories using dots and lines as characters.
In the east coast of Papearth 1,000,000,000 years ago, a land called Punctuatia thrived in richness. Punctuatia was known as the land where dots and lines live together in peace. Sadly and inevitably envy and greed seized the hearts of the punctuations of this kingdom.
“I am your origin. I was the first one to come to this land; therefore, you must bow down to me!” commanded the arrogant dot.
“I agree that you are our origin, but by that fact you also become ancient, primitive and obsolete,” replied the line, “I am the one who holds more power since I am unlimited. I can stretch to both directions indefinitely—an ability that you can only dream of!”
War soon broke out and Punctuatia was divided. The land of the dots was called Dotstuatia and the land of the lines was called Linestuatia. Slowly the two countries fell into the clutches of poverty. They both knew that they were better off as one but pride stood in the way. After many centuries of ceaseless chaos, two rays of hope were born. In Dotstuatia, a princess named Exlaly was born, and, in Linestuatia, a prince christened as Mationuous came into the world. Little did the punctuations know that the fate of these two would affect them all.
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