“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I thought of adding more water but decided not
to.”
“So, why didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you add more water?”
“I just thought that adding more water would kill all the other flavors. Then I
would have to add more of everything else just to balance everything. Then I
would have to wait another five minutes for it to simmer. And by the time it’s
done, we’ve died of hunger.”
“Oh… Um, I think it’s good.”
“But a bit salty…”
“Uh-uh… Hmmm, so, how’s your work? Any
adventure in the office you want to tell me, my Wonder Woman?”
“Aw, my second-rate husband wants to know if I rescued some boy-toy.”
“Ouch!”
“Well, if you must know, there’s this really cute guy I rescued jumping off a
tall building.”
“Really?”
“Yes! Well, actually it’s just an old man - a really old man going down the
stairs very, very slowly. He was blocking the way so I helped him down.”
“Anything else?”
“Well, Ellen showed me her new hybrid car.”
“Who’s Ellen?”
“Ellen. Bobby’s wife.”
“Who’s Bobby?”
“‘Who’s Bobby?’ He married Ellen. Last year. We went to the wedding.
You-were-his-best-man. If you looked out of our window you’d see his house.”
“Ah, Bobby the jerk…”
“What?”
“Bobby the jerk…”
“Dean Wesson! Why in the world you’re calling Bobby a jerk? What did he ever do
to you?”
“He didn't do anything to me. I hope he’d try though - then I’ll break his ba-“
“So what did he do then, huh?”
“That b*****d. He’s cheating on his wife, uh, Ellen. I saw ‘em. Yeah, every
morning when his wife goes to work another car comes in then - ”
“Did you actually see
another woman come in the house?”
“Yes! Of course! Like I
told you, I saw the woman come inside the house. She comes in, right, then
after 5…6 hours she comes out.”
“Did you actually see
what they were doing?”
“No, they always keep the curtains down. But
don’t you think it’s a bit strange? Wife comes out, woman comes in, woman comes
out, wife comes in.”
“Haven’t you got anything else better to do other than peak out the window and
spy on our neighbors?”
“What? I thought you wanted to kno-”
“Know what? That my husband would spread another gossip around about our
perfect neighbor? Dean, don’t start this again. Just stop. Now. Before it gets
out of hand. Again.”
“I just - I just thought you wanted to know.”
“No, I don’t want to know.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“Oh, Dean…”
“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, Samantha. I just don’t know what do. I need something
to keep my mind off - off that thing...”
“Oh. It’s all right, honey. If - if you can’t do it, then maybe - maybe we can
just -”
“It’s finished. I did it.”
“Oh. You - you really did it? I never thought you can - ”
“Well, we agreed on it, right? We both wanted this, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“This is for the both of us, Samantha. If I haven’t done this then we’ll be
stuck with that thing forever.”
“I - I know…”
“All that - that thing does is eat.
It’ll just grow and never stop. And what if we can’t give it food any more,
what then, huh?”
“I - I don’t-“
“It’ll eat us! Do you understand? Us! Look what it did to you.”
“I - I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“What do you mean you’re gonna be sick? After what that thing did to you? Samantha, have you forgotten those nine months
you’ve put up with that thing! That thing could’ve killed you, Samantha!”
“But - but I didn’t know it would be that long. I didn’t - we didn’t know it
will take that long.”
“No! Don’t give me
that! No, no, no! You knew it’ll take that long. You knew because Ellen told
you! She and Bobby keep making those - those things!”
“And what’s wrong with
making those things, huh, Dean? Ellen and Bobby’s in their right mind to make
a living out of those things!”
“Ellen and Bobby? Ellen
and Bobby! They don’t know crap!”
“Dean!”
“What?! Ellen and
Bobby, they - they make those things
then what? You know those things are
useless. Always eating, always crying. And they’re only good for one thing, you
know? Making furniture. Like we don’t have enough furniture in the
world we have to make those things
into a piece in a nine month basis! We’ve more beds than we need… more chairs….
Our house is practically overflowing with every type of furniture. What will
the neighbors think?”
“Dean…”
“We don’t need to be
like Ellen and Bobby, Samantha. We’re doing just fine. So what if Ellen has a
fancy hybrid car for making those things?
You can still kick her a*s with the Impala, right?”
“I - I guess…”
“Now, now. I know
you’re upset and I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see you again with another one
of those things for nine months,
that’s all.”
“O-okay.”
“Anyway, it’s in the
room, if you want to see it.”
“Is it really
finished?”
“You can’t hear it
anymore, can you? You don’t hear that thing
cry, do you?”
“N - no…”
“So, do want to see it?
Do you want to see what I did?”
“What? Right now?”
“Yeah, right now. Well,
I’ve closed the door so we won’t smell it here.”
“Was it - was it hard?”
“‘Hard’? What do you mean ‘hard’?”
“You know… Was it hard to do?”
“To be honest, I don’t know. I just went in the room and did it. Of course, the
thing thought that I was just giving
it food, then… Well, you just need to see it.”
“Do I have to?”
“You need to see it.”
“Okay, but-“
“Don’t worry, Samantha. We’ll both go and see it.”
“Okay.”
“Oh. You need to wear these first.”
“What are these for?”
“Gloves. Hairnet. And this is for your feet. Just wear this over your shoes - that’s
fine. And this.”
“A surgical mask?”
“Yeah, helps with the smell.”
“Okay.”
“Ready? Gimme your hand. You might slip on the floor.”
“No no wait! Don’t open it yet…”
“What? Samantha, it’s all right. Everything’s fine.”
Alright, I'm sorry to tell you this, and I'm not intentionally being an a**, but this has some problems. First of all, I think that the Dialogue was humorous, but when you keep saying "thing" over and over again even after the reader already knows what its about a baby, it gets stale. Also, I see what you were trying to (I think) tell a story with the dialogue; you wanted it to be the story itself. That's fine, but I had a lot of trouble trying to understand where Dean is coming from and why the hell he hates 'those things.' If you would have explained why he disliked them a little more than just saying that he thinks that the neighbors wife is cheating on her spouse I think it would have worked a little better. Also, If your really just shooting for dialogue, then you need to be a little descriptive with it. You can't just go 'oh, ya' almost every sentence. Hey, I may sound like I'm bashing on you, but I'm not. I think that your writing is good, but you need a little help with getting your ideas out on paper. Trust me, I KNOW my writing wasn't (and still isn't) the best when was still learning. Another thing: Its hard to learn from other people if all they effing say is "Good dialogue" or "Good Job." when I get reviews like that, it pisses me off because it feels like they didn't even try to read what I wrote. ALSO, It makes me even more mad when people don't even really read your story, they just skim it. Somebody who commented thought this thought it was some sort of syfi. If it is, which im pretty freaking sure its not, then I alpoigize for being an idiot, but Its like they didn't even care. They just want to review you so you give them a reivew. I'm sorry this is so long and YOU ARE A VERY GOOD WRITER, but I think that you could use some feedback from time to time, which ALL writers need. Again, I apoligize for such a heavy, melancholy review.
-Red
i have to say.....your story is the biggest troll of the day. and believe me i get trolled a lot. i think i just wasted....no. i loved your story. it's short, concise, entirely made up of dialogue. but i enjoyed it all the same. great job! it really made me laugh. but i agree with Red, maybe you should really cut down on saying "the thing." but i can see where your coming from, and why it's being used so it's up to you whether or not you want to change it.
Alright, I'm sorry to tell you this, and I'm not intentionally being an a**, but this has some problems. First of all, I think that the Dialogue was humorous, but when you keep saying "thing" over and over again even after the reader already knows what its about a baby, it gets stale. Also, I see what you were trying to (I think) tell a story with the dialogue; you wanted it to be the story itself. That's fine, but I had a lot of trouble trying to understand where Dean is coming from and why the hell he hates 'those things.' If you would have explained why he disliked them a little more than just saying that he thinks that the neighbors wife is cheating on her spouse I think it would have worked a little better. Also, If your really just shooting for dialogue, then you need to be a little descriptive with it. You can't just go 'oh, ya' almost every sentence. Hey, I may sound like I'm bashing on you, but I'm not. I think that your writing is good, but you need a little help with getting your ideas out on paper. Trust me, I KNOW my writing wasn't (and still isn't) the best when was still learning. Another thing: Its hard to learn from other people if all they effing say is "Good dialogue" or "Good Job." when I get reviews like that, it pisses me off because it feels like they didn't even try to read what I wrote. ALSO, It makes me even more mad when people don't even really read your story, they just skim it. Somebody who commented thought this thought it was some sort of syfi. If it is, which im pretty freaking sure its not, then I alpoigize for being an idiot, but Its like they didn't even care. They just want to review you so you give them a reivew. I'm sorry this is so long and YOU ARE A VERY GOOD WRITER, but I think that you could use some feedback from time to time, which ALL writers need. Again, I apoligize for such a heavy, melancholy review.
-Red
Wow what a twisted little tale. Oh my god this would have been a great episode on the Twilight Zone. Do you read Richard Matheson because I think you are on your way to being in his league.
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