Writing Prompt. Dialog: 1.
Writing prompt. Dialog: 1.
-"How do you make beer?" Asked Ryan.
-"As far as I know, It's like making bread , but you add water." Said Muck
-"It can't be, my cousing works in a bakery, they use water to make the dough." Ryan took a sip of orange juice.
-"Well, if you know so much, why are you bothering me?" Muk protested.
-"I've never claimed to be an expert, I just know water is used in both processes, I was asking out of curiosity."
-"Ok, but why is beer a subject matter now? It's not even noon!"
-"I've heard some cats are collecting postcards as a hobby, well I want to make beer as a passtime."
-"You mean, penpals?" Asked Muk with a grin.
-"No, no! I mean the square thing on the postcard!" Ryan, as short tempered as he was, slammed the table, spilling some juice and almost tipping off Muk's cup of coffee.
-"whoah! Slow down pal! You were talking about beers, why this craving all the sudden?"
- "I don't want to drink them, I want to make them, as a change of pace."
-"So, are you quitting the job anytime soon?" Asked Muk before taking a big gulp of black coffee.
-"No, It'll be a passtime. Look at Tom, the poor guy never took a day off, no passions, not even a single nap. And now he's shaded, a walking corpse!"
-"I see what you mean, it would be a shame to lose you, including your charming personality." Muk smirked.
Ryan was about to protest, but he keep it to himself.
The waiter brought the check, Ryan invited the breakfast.
-"It's called a stamp." Said Muk, while giving his friend the knife.
And they crossed the door thresshold at the same time.
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The little girl at night wept.
It is no use, no time to pray.
The family man could hear her.
His time is about to end.
What a pain! So much despair!
Since the failed business, his destiny has been set.
The unrelenting foreign sorrow,
Is the hunter for such bad men.
Trapped inside his home alone.
There goes Mike O.
He was drained of blood.
Every single associate is now cold.
"I didn't do it," he shouted.
"It's not my fault, you know!"
But the walls answered with blood.
And he hears the creaking floor.
"Please! Don't come closer!"
He fired into the empty hall.
Midnight was announced by the grandfather clock.
Now her presence is seen in the corridor.
On his knees, he crumbles.
Praying to deaf gods
She touched his shoulder.
All her pain flowed into his soul.
Before being drained of blood.
He saw through her eyes what he had done.
He felt short of breath,
His finger nails are hot as hell.
He made the mortal order.
For a crime she witnessed herself
She was buried alive.
Thus sealing his twisted fate.
December fright
December fright.
There's no peace of mind.
Just empty laughs, echoing around.
-"OMG! Are you sad?"
-"Hide your face right now!"
-"You're dragging us down!"
Now, I drink alone on the roof.
Having a slice of pizza at midnight.
While fireworks paint the sky blue.
No more empty ball rooms,
No more wasted champagne.
It's so easy to say: "enough!"
Now the summer night is turning cold.
A small relief from the old,
Alone with my pop songs.
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