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A blog on my personal writing process. Just random thoughts, notes, and other stuff. Don’t know yet what that will be like. Am exploring possibilities and pulse towards an unknown future. Let’s find out! Here are challenges and activities stored.
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August 20, 2017 at 1:58pm August 20, 2017 at 1:58pm
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“Helga, I have to talk to you, it’s urgent.”
“Where are you?”
“I am in the ladies room of the restaurant.”
“You had a date?”
“Yes I had, I mean I have…it’s still going on, he’s waiting with the desert.”
“That’s terrific, how is he?”
“It was wonderful, we met near the church, we talked all afternoon, we had drinks and everything was fine. He is a great guy, I was feeling so lucky. All of a sudden things were great. He is the best date I have ever had.”
“So, why are you calling me for?”
“Oh, Helga…it’s so weird, but I think something is wrong.”
“What’s wrong, what are you talking about?”
“I think he is not human at all, I think he’s from out of space or something!”
“What?!”
“I think he’s an alien, Helga, what do I do?”
“How do you mean, he’s an alien, what’s that nonsense.”
“He keeps forgetting things, the slightest things, car keys, his I-phone, parts of the conversation, within minutes it’s gone, as if it didn’t exist.”
“That’s weird, dear, but very human, perhaps he’s suffering from Alzheimer’s disease?”
“No, Helga, I am telling you, he’s an alien, I caught him looking funny at me over the soup in the restaurant, and then it hit me…he’s not human at all.”
“What did you do?”
“I looked at his I-phone when he got to the toilet and there were these strange messages on the phone record.”
“What strange messages.”
“Like, that he’s is boarding the mother ship at 11 p.m. after his date with that – quote- human girl. I am telling you, he’s an alien who came to talk to humans for information. He is probably going to fly away in his UFO later tonight.”
“That’s spooky, what do you do?”
“I don’t know, what shall I do. He did nothing to me, it’s not that I can call the police or anything. Why does this always happens to me…he was just perfect an hour ago, now look what’s happened, I am on a date with an alien.”
“Stay calm, dear, we figure this out.”
“I am panicking, real hard. I cannot stay in here forever, at one point I have to go back in there.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you have to go back there. Can’t you just sneak out the back and run?”
“I am not sure, can I?”
“If this was your average Joe and you were freaking out on your first date, what did you do?”
“I’d run!”
“So?”
“I am running, like hell. I am out of here. Thanks, Helga, talk to you later.”
“Call me when you get home.”
“I will, bye.”
WC: 447
Prompt 2: You're on your first date with someone and it's astonishing how compatible you are! There's just one problem... as the evening progresses, you're increasingly convinced that they're an alien. Now what? ~ Story
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