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Me: Today’s the day we do something!
You: Oh, yeah? What are we going to do?
Me: Drink coffee!
You: Oh, yeah, because that doesn’t make us more eccentric and crazy.
Me: Your sarcasm has no place here. Now are you in or are you out?
You: *Blank stare*
can you share your favorite line of dialogue out of context? :)
Is it ok if I share my favorite lines of dialogue from something I’ve written? Cause I really like these dialogues;
John rubbed his chin, acting deep in thought, humming. “Well, I’m no good at this sort of stuff, really… What about fifty coppers?” The woman laughed so hard she almost choked on her own spit, head thrown back sharply.
“Fifty?! It’s nice, but not that nice! Tell you what; I’ll give you ten and we’ll call it fair.”
“Psh, only ten? I’ll admit fifty might’a been a bit high, but I’m sure you can go higher than that.”
The merchant huffed. “Fine, fifteen.”
“Thirty.” John replied. Behind him Blake rolled his eyes.
“Twenty!”
“Twenty-five. C’mon, meet in the middle; That’s fair!”
With a nasty scowl the merchant hung her head, defeated.
“Fine, we have a deal at twenty-five– If you throw in the horse.” She added with a cross of her arms, probably feeling smug. That actually worked out perfect for him and Blake, but he couldn’t act too excited, so he pretended to think about it. Blake glared at him, glancing between the horse and the woman rapidly.
“Ehhh… Alright fine, I guess you can take the horse, too.” He said, sighing.
“Perfect! I’ll count out the money.”
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“And then?” John brushed his hands together to get rid of the dirt.
“Then we grab Robert and get outta dodge, is what I’m thinking. Of course we could always stay for tea, maybe some finger sandwiches–“
“I mean that this is your plan? This isn’t anything! It’s half-baked!” Adler yelled.
“Less than half-baked.” Blake chimed in. John rolled his eyes.
“Well then go ahead, make a better one. I for one haven’t had the privilege of being inside the castle but since you obviously know it so well–“
“None of us know what it’s like inside, that’s why we need Ekward’s help!” John stood up in a huff, glaring and flexing his fingers around the strap of his bag slung across his chest.
“Why don’t you go and chit chat with the bird’s then? I’m sure one of them will have Ekward’s contact information.” He said sarcastically.
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(Does inner dialogue count?)
He hummed, re-reading it once or twice before setting it down and pouring another glass. He lived in New Jersey, a quiet suburban neighborhood, and he was supposed to go to Oregon because a paper told him to? It was ridiculous, laughable even! He drained the glass and poured one more, drinking it just as fast. He'd better get packed.
Sick of Poetry
I am sick of writing poetry Sick of writing in metaphors and beautiful words in odd formed lines that wind up trailing into plain thoughts or lose the thought somewhere along the way to the end of the sentence
I am sick of writing poetry I crave the backing of a storyboard Crave the adrenaline that comes when mounting a good arc The whiplash that comes with a plot twist I crave the company of characters Who feel things so I don’t have to I crave the escape to a world that is not my own but is
I am sick of writing poetry But nothing seems to care Nothing seems to want to stick around Nothing seems to want to be the one tasked with comforting me To give themselves up to my pencil and will Not these thoughts Or these words Or these storylines Not the witty dialogue Or the interesting settings Or the complex characters
They like to disappear As though they are ashamed That they were ever mine I too am ashamed But I am sick of writing poetry
"and what's your favorite thing about him?"
She smiled "Kisses."
"Kiss?"
"His favorite thing about me is the bridge of my nose. And he took care of his favorite thing by kissing on the bridge of my nose everytime we say bye. I adore this thing about him the most." She blushed.
person a (very obviously concerned for b): what’s wrong?
person b (stressed): it has nothing to do with you.
person a: that’s not what i asked.
Kindergarten Dialogue #001
Adult A:“1 would you like it if they were leaving you out and being mean?”
Kid 1: “Yes, I love crying!”
If you like Edd, Edd n Eddy, have some Marie and Double D
Oh yeah hope somebody rooted for these two with me!
He’s been warned.
Real talk, dialogue is where your characters come alive. But here’s the thing, people don’t speak in perfectly crafted sentences. They stutter, they pause, they cut each other off. If your dialogue reads like a speech, you’re doing it wrong. Write conversations that feel like actual people talking, not robots exchanging ideas. Give them quirks, slang, and awkwardness. Sometimes the silence between the words says more than the words themselves. Don’t just use dialogue to tell the reader something, use it to show who your characters really are.