AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I haven't been writing much at all since I finished with univeristy. I often wonder why that is. Every now again I managed to push out some analytical pieces about video games, but when it comes to prose, I can never seem to get much done these days. That's one of the reasons I'm so keen on leaving the country actually - but that's neither here nor there, I suppose.

In any case, we used to do something very much like this at uni, and a lot of you chaps and chapettes seemed into the idea, so let's try and give it a whirl eh? I'll dish out a topic/project/quest/mission objective, give a timeframe, and then we have a small time frame for discussion.

Now you don't need to sign up or put down a list or anything like that, if you want to do an exercise then just do it, but there's one rule. Just one. If you do a piece, then you absolutely must discuss other peoples' pieces. Not just a single sentence "I LIKED THIS LOTS IT WOS GOOD" either; you're going to have to roll the old sleeves up and break it down a bit. The whole thing's going to be a waste of time without the discussion, so if you do decide you can't be bothered giving somebody feedback, then I'll not let you participate in any further ones, yes? Of course, if you have a legit reason for not being able to find time to discuss shit because you got launched into space or some such, then send me a pm about it and it'll be all good.

That said, here is your FIRST MISSION OBJECTIVE. I'm going to give you two names and a place, and you're going to have to write about the two characters those names belong to, and what happens in that place. Understand? You've got 1,000 to 2,000 words to play with. You've got two weeks to write it, then it's discussion time 'till we've gone over everything.

Alrighty, here are your names. "Bryce", and "Carlisle". Your place is a theatre. Hop to it.

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Sounds like a good time. I'm exercising my writing muscle pretty extensively since I'm taking a creative writing class now. I'll see if I'm not too exhausted with that to cook something up.

I like this thread.

Oh, and if there was confusion, poetry is just fine, too - this isn't just prose. You can write in whatever way you are most comfortable with, so long as you still hit the amount of words.

i will write something, most likely

(don't expect it to be good)

might need a little extend on the timeline, maybe a day???? stressed out and stuff so yeah.

oh oh question professor spoony

is there anything that's off limits?

Nothing that's off limits, so feel free to write smutty lesbian gay sex, so long as it's tasteful and actually decent, as opposed to 2,000 words describing precisely how they fucked with no other point to the piece.

What about

a script

What if the smutty lesbian sex is a metaphor for how mother didn't love me?

I love cock and balls and huge hairy assholes.

The end.

Where's my medal?

Not only were you under the minimum word count, you also neglected to base the setting in a theater as were the requirements. Additionally, you gave no characterization to either Bryce or Carlisle, and there was no development or plot in your entry. I felt no attachment to the characters and the ending offered no closure.

Analyzation over.

On a different note, this sounds like fun and I would like to try it.

scripts are for faggots who love dicks in their mouth all day long olololololol

but yeah no feel free if you actually want to

Man I loved these assignments in high school

I am so doing this

Frayed upholstery, broken cupholders and the remains of a once modern ambient lighting system surrounded him. By now only half of the lights were working and half again that emitting enough to see by. The air smelled of old popcorn and felt dusty in his lungs. His carefully selected seat was far from comfortable, but gave him the best vantage point over the hall. So far only three other people had come in to see the old sci-fi movie that was playing. Two of them a pair of teens that were most likely just looking for a place to fool around. The other one a man so old he might not even live through the film.
The single door into the hall opened and admitted another person. A slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was looking around, as looking for someone, obviously not accustomed yet to the shady conditions inside. Carlisle raised his hand, but even this didn't seem to help as the newcomers sight still passed him by.


"Bryce" he called out loud. Immediately the stranger noticed him, made his way over and dropped himself in the adjacent seat.
"Carlisle" he said, "I'm sure our salary allows us to meet somewhere a little more upclass than this?"
"More upclass, more out in the open and more conspicuous, you mean" Carlisle replied. "Please behave a little like the professional we both know you're supposed to be."
Bryce looked a little sullen at this. Carlisle noticed he still had the habit of not being able to eat his lunch without leaving stains on his shirt. Everything about him gave off the vibe that he might not know exactly what he was doing there at the time. Like a fish suddenly finding itself swimming through a desert. Meanwhile the film started playing. On the other side of the hall Carlisle could see the young couple were only occupied with each other. The old man seemed to be snoozing in his seat.


Bryce gave a little cough and continues in whispered voice. "Your message caught me by surprise" he said. "I'm not used to all this cloak and dagger type stuff. I'm accustomed to your type coming to me at the office, giving me their report and a bit of chit-chat and then leaving so I can pass it all through to people more important than me. Was their any particular reason you wanted to meet up here instead of at my place? Molly's been saying you haven't been by for far too long and I'm sure the kids would love to see you again as well. You missed Michael's birthday a few weeks ago."
"I want out." Carlisle said.
"What do you mean out?" Bryce replied. "Out of town? Why would you want to live anywhere else? You don't have any family elsewhere that you're in contact with do you? I know you're su-"
"Out of the company" Carlisle interrupted while turning his head to look Bryce in the eyes. "I'm sick of this dirty work. When we started out there might've been some noble goal, something better we were aspiring to. These days all I ever see is the husks of places we've been through and the hollow stares of people we promised we were helping."
"Now now," Bryce said, holding his hands up in a soothing gesture, "I know as well as you not all things we do have quite the results we're aiming for. I read the reports too you know. But who's to say it wouldn't be much worse if we didn't step in. I always get very pleased messages you know. Why just last week Jonathan sent me-"
"Jonathan is dead."
"D- De- Dead?" Bryce stuttered. "But he never left his compound. He didn't do any of the actual-"
"I killed him. He was distributing to kids. I trailed one of his subordinates after delivering the last shipment. Did you know a good deal of it ends up in the orphanages? He ran those too. I'm done with this shit. I contacted you because we're friends and I wanted to let you know, at least." He stood up and picked up his jacket from under him. "I don't know where I'm going yet, but maybe I'll let you know one day."
Bryce stood up as well and layed his hand on Carlisle shoulder. "Please, my friend. There must be something that can be done. We've been in this together for years."


Carlisle turned around. "I'm done. Say 'hi' to Molly and the kids from me. Tell Michael I-" A sharp pain erupted in his back. He fell forward and caught himself on the back of the row of seats in front of him. His left hand felt his back and came back red. He could feel the blood rushing out of the wound. His punctured lung made breathing difficult.
"Don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be." Bryce said in a cold voice. Carlisle turned around and saw him wiping off his knive with a piece of cloth. "Please behave a little like the professional we both know you're supposed to be."
He stumbled back, strength leaving his legs. He tried to make a sound but all that he could make out was a muffled grunt. Frantically he looked around, someone must've noticed. The old man and the couple were both standing, looking at him. Why are they just standing there? he thought. Then he noticed the gun in the old mans hand. Slowly his vision faded to darkness.

Edited for easier reading.