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A Quick Bite

Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue – Begin a post with a scene that includes dialogue.

“No way, I get first bite!” snapped the blond-haired vampire, his fangs glistening in the glow of the alley’s single working street light. He crossed his arms and glared at his brown-haired accomplice, a girl who looked no older than twenty but in reality had grown up dancing the Charleston.

“Like, OMG, no way! Greedy much?” she replied. Regardless of her upbringing before she had been “turned”, she had become the eternal student . A college campus was an ideal hunting ground and she had an unfortunate tendency to use the vernacular of her class mates.

“Must you talk like that, Charlotte-Ann?” asked the other vampire, resignation in his voice.

“Like yeah, Samson. And it’s Charlie.”

All the while the girl sat huddled against a dumpster. She was in her mid-twenties, had deep red hair from a bottle and was dressed for the clubs. She clutched her purse to her chest and trembled as she watched the pair arguing. Mascara stained her face as the tears fell.

“Charlotte-Ann, Charlie, whatever, I saw her first!”

“Come on Samson! Man, you got first bite last time. OMG, how unfair is this? You totally suck!”

“Yes,” replied Samson, showing his fangs. “Yes I do.”

“Not suck, suck. Like totally. OMG man, like totally.”

“Sometimes,” said Samson, “you make no sense whatsoever. I so preferred you in the sixties.”

Meanwhile back at the dumpster, the girl’s eyes had opened wide as she watched the strange argument. She had no idea what was happening but this strange pair no longer seemed to be paying any attention to her. Slowly, carefully, she began to edge towards the end of the alley where she could see cars passing by.

“Oh yeah, the sixties!” said Charlie, her eyes unfocusing as she cast her mind back. “Sex, drugs, rock and roll, more sex…”

“So easy to get blood in those days. With all the LSD nobody knew what they were seeing,” remembered Samson. “But, back to the issue at hand. It’s my turn to go first.”

“It so isn’t! You so said it would be my turn this time!”

“Fine,” said Samson, sighing. “We’ll go together. Let’s eat!”

They turned to the dumpster.

“Um,” said Charlie, “like, where’d she go?”

“Idiot!” snarled Samson.

“Moron!” snapped Charlie.

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  1. September 20, 2013 at 7:57 pm

    That was brilliant, I so envy anyone who can do dialogue well, great piece 🙂

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    • September 20, 2013 at 8:05 pm

      Thank you so much!
      I’m glad it “worked”, it’s hard to tell when you’ve written it yourself 🙂

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  2. September 20, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    I think you have the makings of a 20 book series.

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    • September 21, 2013 at 5:03 am

      Wouldn’t that be great 🙂

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  3. September 20, 2013 at 9:51 pm

    Ooooh, vampires!

    This was sooooo, like, awesome! And not a single drop of blood shed, too. Brilliant work, Doctor Ali! I haven’t even started on mine yet.

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    • September 21, 2013 at 5:07 am

      You can’t go wrong with vampires! I’ve finally written something in which no-one dies even though it had vampires in it 🙂
      I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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  4. September 22, 2013 at 6:16 am

    Yummy!

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    • September 22, 2013 at 6:43 am

      Guess they’ll have to find someone else for dinner 🙂

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