Its time for everyone to decide who was best able to create a fictitious situation with the minimum amount of space allowed. So here, once again, be the rules. The goal is to accomplish two things:
1) Show that these two people are fighting.
2) Despite the fight, show that they still love each other.
“Show” is a very important word there. As Robot Devil put it, “You can’t just have characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry!” He has a point. So for workshop one, everyone cast your votes. Who did it best? Once again, its worth a six pack. Also, in the nature of a workshop, if you have any constructive criticism, email me back and I will forward it to the author. This way we get criticism without the potential hurt feelings. If all goes well, I will be back next week with a new exercise for us to cut our teeth on. Send emails to email@example.com
Him: I don’t think I’m going to be eating anything— I’m not very hungry.
Her: Sorry, but I don’t think I’m going to be eating either.d——
Her: You didn’t answer my question.
Him: Yeah, I was hoping you’d forget.
Him: You can only be told so many times that someone loves you, but isn’t in love with you.
Her: Well, to be honest it sounds like you’re giving up. There is definitely someone…
Him: What? Someone who will say ‘you’re perfect, you’re sweet, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed a guy would be,’ then explain that’s exactly why I’m undesirable? I don’t want to just open myself up again—even a cat has a finite number of lives.
Her: I know someone will love you with all she has.
Him: Well, until she decides to come forth, let her eat cake.
Him: I’m sorry.
Her: And now it’s all better. It’s not that easy and you know it.
Him:I’m so sorry.
Her: Shut Up! You know what? Fine. You’re sorry? I’m sorry too.
Him:You don’t mean that. We can still fix this.
Her:Yeah? It’s “we” now?
Him:It’s not just “we”. It’s you. It’s always for you. You know that
Her:Doesn’t feel that way.
Him:I was trying to protect you.
Her:I don’t need a Goddamn body guard. I need you to be a partner.
Him: No, please explain how we will be fine after you…God.
Her: Baby, it was a mistake. I know you don’t want to forgive me, but I can make it up to you. Just please don’t leave.
Him: It’s not about forgiving you. I could give a shit about that.
Her: Then what?
Him: How am I supposed to sleep in the same bed as you again?
Her: If you need time…
Him: It’s not about time. It doesn’t matter how long its been. He is going to be there any time that I touch you. You gave him everything you’ve given me.
Her: I married you. You have me the rest of my life. It was a drunk mistake. It meant nothing.
Him :And I’ll always have to trust you that that is true.
Her: If you trust me and you do, you’re a better person than I am.
Him: The faucet is still running.
Him: Fine. I’ll get it.
Her: mmhmm. Happy now?
Him: That I get to fix your shit? Ecstatic.
Her: Like that pizza box I got from under the couch?
Her: Or the stains on your shirt?
Him: Ok Ok
Her: Think you owe me a back rub and a thank you.
Her: That’s really funny, because I saw you staring at that girl’s ass.
Him: I wasn’t staring at anyone’s ass. I was waiting for you. And, like I said, thinking.
Her: You were totally staring at her ass! Thinking schminking.
Him: It’s over my livelihood. It’s not an easy decision. And I wasn’t staring.
Her: She didn’t even have a nice ass.
Him: Look, it’s just really hard. It’s a big move for me.
Her: Changing careers is like changing girlfriends.
Him: You really want to talk about this, Miss Ogles-the-Booksellers?
Her: I don’t ogle. I take orders.
Him: It’s just that you looked at me that same way — on that day when you took my order.
Her: Yeah, because I caught you staring at my ass.