Dialogue-200 words

            “Listen, come out of the freezer. Like really, how did you even fit in there?” Rico asked, wondering how it was possible for a teenage boy to fit inside a freezer at a local Albertson’s.

            “I used to hide from my older brother in the linen closet. I can fit anywhere,” boasted Adam.

            “Look, people are staring and I don’t even understand how what I did had offended you.”

            “I am lactose intolerant. You are not supposed to buy someone who clearly suffers from lactose intolerance flipping Bluebell ice cream. Do you know what kind of chemicals they put inside of Bluebell ice cream?” Adam snapped.

            “Adam, listen to me. The ice cream was not for you. I put it in the shopping cart so that I can have it for later. You shove your lactose-intolerance-ness down my throat all the time. Believe me, I know.”

            Adam glared at Rico through the glass. He was obviously shivering, though he was trying to hide his coldness from Rico.

            “Come on, Adam. Please get out of the freezer,” Rico begged.

            “Not until you put back that disgrace you call dessert,” Adam spat.

            “I don’t have time for this,” Rico said as he pulled open the freezer door, and because he was much bigger than he, put Adam in the shopping cart, and went to the checkout line. Adam crossed his arms and refused to acknowledge anything Rico had to say. Not to mention that Rico did enjoy his bowl of Bluebell ice cream later on that evening to Adam's disgust.

Dramatic Dialogue

“There is someone in the house and here we are

Hiding in the closet. We are literally

Letting this guy rob us,” he had whispered.

“Thanks for stating the obvious,” she spat as she

Gently caressed his hand. “What do we do now?

We can’t just let this guy rob us. We have

To do something about it. We have to.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?

 He has a gun and he’s got a partner.

How about we run right out in the open

 And get ourselves shot? That sounds like a great idea,”

He snapped as held his fist firmly.

“I am so sorry we got in this mess,”

She spoke as she gazed sadly at his face.

“I should have known better than to hire

A butler from a shady man’s company.”

“Yeah, that may have been a wiser move to make,

But here we are now, stuck in the closet.

And I am sorry, too. I should’ve been

A better man and should have

Listened to you when you need my help,”

He held her face in his scarred, calloused hand.

“How about we do this thing together?”

He offered boldly, but she looked puzzled.

“What are you talking about? What do you mean

Do this thing together? What’s the plan?” She

Asked with an air of hope in her soft voice.

“I think we can get rid of these guys for good,”

He began as he put his other hand

On her other cheek and looked her in the eye.

“We won’t have to lose anything at all.

Just trust me, and if this is the only time

You fully trust me, so be it. Now is fine.”

She held his hands with a firm grasp and a

Loving touch. There was a fire in her eyes.

“I trust you right here, right now. Tell me your plan.

I’m afraid of what the kids will think when

They come home from their party and they have to

See with their own eyes the trauma of an

Armed burglary. I can’t do that to them.”

“And we won’t have to. Trust me, dear, I promise.

The kids won’t even dream of anything close.

We still have time to set things in their right place

And we can fix this whole mess before they

Come home later on tonight. It’ll be okay.”

“If you say so, then I trust you. Let’s get started.

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“If you love me, just say something!” she told me.

            I stood there, cold and silent. Her eyes were slowly watering, trying not to cry. I should have grabbed her and held her close to my body, remind her that the spark was still there, but I didn’t deserve it.

            Just like how she didn’t deserve me.

            “Just say something!”

            Like a stone cold statue, I didn’t move. I only stared into her beautiful eyes, whereas she only saw ice in mine. I held my ground as she stood there waiting for some type of response. Of course, she wasn't going to get any answer from me.

            She knew what I did.  I wanted to cry, too, but I can’t back down. I had to finish what I started. Whatever it took. She, too, stood her ground, but she was actually doing something. Seeing tears well up in her eyes, I took a step back. Eyes revealing pain, she looked at me as if she had been betrayed.

            And she had been.

            "What did she have that I didn't?" she whispered painfully. I could tell a lump was swelling in her throat just by the way she talked.

            I wish she didn’t have to find out this way. I remember my cell buzzing and it was her. I picked up and I heard anger on the line. She called about how dare I be unfaithful. She told me she saw the messages I had sent to the other girl. Told me that the other girl didn't even know that I was already in a relationship. She called me a monster. Well, she called me a meaner name. I deserved that. No. Actually, I deserved much worse and she deserved much better.

            I was so stupid. I let the perfect girl go.

            She deserved so much better.

            “Do you still love me?” she asked. I wanted to look her straight in the eyes and tell her yes. Yes, I still love you. Yes, I hurt you in the worst way and I can’t imagine how you feel.

            Yes, I will always care.

            I didn’t answer her. I let her stare at me with so much emotion. Pain. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal. Love. Hate. It was a whole roller coaster in her head. She was holding it all in. I knew she didn't want me to see her cry. She didn't want to show any sign of weakness at a time like this. I don't blame her.  Her eyes used to shine like stars, but now they seemed crushed like stones. Believe me, I knew what I did. She looked at me one last time and turned around towards the door. She was gone for good.

            That was the last time I would ever see her. I collapsed in a chair and sighed. Fighting back tears, I sat in silence. There were no words to be said, nothing left to explain. Burying my face in my hands, I felt a lump rise in my throat.

            What have I done?

Speechless

            “If you love me, just say something!” she wailed.

            I stood there, cold and silent. Her eyes were red and puffy, makeup trailed down her cheeks. I should have grabbed her and held her close to my body, remind her that the spark was still there, but I didn’t deserve it.

            Just like how she didn’t deserve me.

            “Please! Anything! Just say something!”

            Like a stone cold statue, I didn’t move. I only stared into her beautiful eyes, whereas she only saw ice in mine. I held my ground as she pounded her fists against my chest, begging me to say something. It wasn’t the punches that hurt me so much as the heartbreak I caused.

            She knew what I did. She must have. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be crying like this. I wanted to cry, too, but I can’t back down. I have to finish what I started. Whatever it takes. She buried her face deep into my shirt. Feeling her warm tears through the fabric, I took a step back. Eyes revealing pain, she looked at me as if she had been betrayed.

            And she had been.

            I wish she didn’t have to find out this way. I remember my cell buzzing and it was her. I picked up and I heard yelling and crying on the line. She screamed about how dare I cheat and how dare I be unfaithful. She swore into the phone, I remember. I deserved that. No. Actually, I deserved much worse and she deserved much better.

            I was so stupid. I let the perfect girl go. All because I didn’t know how to manage my feelings. I was so upset after a fight we had a few nights prior to that phone call. I met this girl at the bar and she looked so pretty. I don’t remember much of what happened, except that my lips were locked onto hers and apparently, my girlfriend’s friend took a picture.

            That must’ve been the worst way to find out. I never meant for her to know. I never meant to hurt her. But I did and I can’t change that. However, I can make sure I never hurt her again even if I can’t be with her.

            She deserved so much better.

            “Do you still love me?” she cried. I wanted to look her straight in the eyes and tell her yes. Yes, I still love you. Yes, I hurt you in the worst way and I can’t imagine how you feel, so that’s why I have to do this.

            Yes, I will always care.

            It’s just some things can’t be fixed with a simple “sorry.”

            I didn’t answer her. I let her stare at me with so much emotion. Pain. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal. Love. Hate. It was a whole roller coaster in her head. She was hiccupping and coughing. Her face splotchy and red, she made sure I saw the pain I caused her. Her eyes used to shine like stars, but now they seemed crushed like stones. Believe me, I knew what I did. She looked at me one last time and turned around towards the door and hurried out of the room.

            That was the last time I would ever see her. I collapsed in a chair and sighed. Fighting back tears, I sat in silence. There were no words to be said, nothing left to explain. My phone buzzed. It was that girl from the bar. Full of anger, I threw my phone against the wall and watched it shatter. Burying my face in my hands, I felt a lump rise in my throat.

            What have I done?

            

Fugitive Running From the Law

This was the most personal case I ever had to deal with. I set up the box to collect evidence in what I figured was the game room, which was messier than I remembered it. She used to be such a neat freak, so this room set me on edge.  The giant television stood parked against the wall opposite the door. It had a Wii and a Play Station console and I could recall all the hours I spent playing video games with her all those years ago. There was a ping pong table off to one side, next to the air hockey table. Hunched over, I searched for something that could be clues as to what caused all this. I saw not-quite-old but very dry blood stains on the corner.

 Faintly, I remembered her vaguely telling me about the incident and I wished she gave me details so that I could find her or at least predict where she’d go next. Above the air hockey table was a corkboard with a cute little picture, obviously something she made when she was very young, of her and her dad who happened to be a police officer.  Inspecting it closer, I notice that there was a slit over the drawing of her father, which was covered in red scribbles. Next to it was another drawing, more recent, and it was a self-portrait. It was of her crying and covered and bruises.

“What happened to you,” I whispered as I took both drawings off the corkboard and put it with the evidence.

Random bit of writing

He kept sinking all the way to the bottom where it was cold and dark,
And it was all because he couldn't take the life of one, irrelevant person.

Gone

Ace had never felt so much pain than he did at that moment.
He leaned over on a boulder to stare at his morbid reflection in the pool.
Why did he have to be so stupid?
He was stuck there for eternity.
His one chance at living again was gone.
After so much time had passed, he did an impossible task,
Though it was hard to do since his chest ached.
Closing his eyes, he tried to rest for the remainder of eternity.

Emotional pain caused by a place

She walked alongside the gentle, bubbling brook. She knew she shouldn’t be out this late at night, but it was calm for her. She was petrified of the dark, yet there was comfort in seeing the world different from the one during the day. The overhanging branches blocked out the light of the moon and the stars so that only shattered pieces peered through onto the forgotten ground. She was in nature’s graveyard. Leaves, dry and crunchy and dead, scattered across the ground. This was a place where the unbearable realities go to die. The creek took all her stresses and anxieties far away, so that she never had to worry about them. She followed the flowing path all the way to a small pool graced by overhanding willow branches touching the surface of the pool, so that it was never stagnant and still. So this is where my reality goes. She walked along the edge of the water. She could almost hear him telling her to walk in the pool. She could almost feel him holding her, reminding her that it was going to be all right. But it isn’t. He is a single leaf on the forest floor. Dead. Forgotten. Short-lived. She could almost hear him laugh and reassure her that it truly will be all right.

               Almost.