storybookauthor
08-27-2007, 08:39 PM
So, I wrote this about a month ago. This is more of a dialogue-y thing rather than a short story. It was meant to be serious in the beginning, but that...kind of faded away. When I reread it, it almost made me laugh. Mission was not accomplished. :(. It's kind of random, and I just want to know if it makes any sense.
"Are you insane?"
"Maybe I am. What does it matter?"
The woman scoffed, "Have you been drinking? Doing drugs? Breathing in toxic fumes?"
"You always think that there's something wrong with me."
"There IS something wrong with you."
"Perhaps. Doubt it."
"Don't you see how--psychotic this is?"
"If I'm insane--as you assume--then it's only rational of me to do completely psychotic things."
"You've done some crazy things before, but this takes the grand prize. All these years I've had to deal with your little antics--using Sharpies to draw on the wall, pouring juice in the bird bath. I'm telling you right now, I'm not tolerating them any more."
"They're not antics. They're whims. And if everyone already thinks females follow their whims, then well, why not? It's their opinion already."
"You're impossible!"
"It's amazing how you've tolerated me before if I'm so impossible. Now that beetle in the bird bath is impossible--it just keeps on swimming in circles and never crawls out."
"It can't get out, and if you did want to get rid of it, you should've just killed it."
"You're not going to kill me, are you?"
"My God," the woman said, "Just what do you think of me?"
"I think that you're a little out of your gourd."
"Do what you want, but it will NOT be in my house."
"Oh, the bird bath wasn't in your house."
The woman slammed down her fist on the table and then ordered, "Get out."
The girl walked out of the house, fished the beetle out of the bird bath, placed it in the garden, and went on her way.
"Are you insane?"
"Maybe I am. What does it matter?"
The woman scoffed, "Have you been drinking? Doing drugs? Breathing in toxic fumes?"
"You always think that there's something wrong with me."
"There IS something wrong with you."
"Perhaps. Doubt it."
"Don't you see how--psychotic this is?"
"If I'm insane--as you assume--then it's only rational of me to do completely psychotic things."
"You've done some crazy things before, but this takes the grand prize. All these years I've had to deal with your little antics--using Sharpies to draw on the wall, pouring juice in the bird bath. I'm telling you right now, I'm not tolerating them any more."
"They're not antics. They're whims. And if everyone already thinks females follow their whims, then well, why not? It's their opinion already."
"You're impossible!"
"It's amazing how you've tolerated me before if I'm so impossible. Now that beetle in the bird bath is impossible--it just keeps on swimming in circles and never crawls out."
"It can't get out, and if you did want to get rid of it, you should've just killed it."
"You're not going to kill me, are you?"
"My God," the woman said, "Just what do you think of me?"
"I think that you're a little out of your gourd."
"Do what you want, but it will NOT be in my house."
"Oh, the bird bath wasn't in your house."
The woman slammed down her fist on the table and then ordered, "Get out."
The girl walked out of the house, fished the beetle out of the bird bath, placed it in the garden, and went on her way.