‘Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Use dialogue for an extra twist.’
I decided to compare/contrast books and movies. This is my first dialogue attempt.
Setting: A random cafe in Anytown, USA, on a Monday afternoon.
Isabelle walks into the cafe in need of caffeine. It sure was a Monday.
“Welcome, how can I help you?” the perky barista asks.
God, how can anyone be so cheerful on Monday. Isabelle ponders.
“Hi, I’ll have a double nonfat vanilla latte” Isabelle responds while searching for her rewards card.
“You’ve got it.”
Five minutes later Isabelle holds her desired caffeine and searches for a table. She’s meeting her best friend, Emma.
Emma walks through the door and immediately scans the tables for Isabelle. Emma smiles when she sees her friend happily drinking her latte.
“Hey Izzy! How are you today?” Emma asks while sitting down across Isabelle.
“I’m fine now that I’ve had some caffeine in my system.” Isabelle replies.
“Oh you’re always so cheerful why bother with caffeine?!” Emma teases.
“Back in a sec.” Emma says as she walks to the counter for her desired drink. She returns with a raspberry lemonaid and a smile on her face.
“Really Emma, how can you smile so much?” Isabelle says with a smirk.
“Just because you don’t enjoy life doesn’t mean I can’t.” Emma responds then takes a slurp from her sweet drink.
Emma and Isabelle laugh since both tease each other, but never too much to hurt.
“Did you do anything fun this weekend?” Isabelle asks.
“Yes, I saw the new movie, The Fault in Our Stars.” Emma replies then takes a sip.
“Oh, really? How was the movie?” Isabelle asks.
“It was really good. I think they did a great job capturing the book.” Emma says.
“Hmm, really? I’m just not sure I want to see it. I really enjoyed the book.” Isabelle responds.
” Well, if you liked the book I’m sure you’ll like the movie. Trust me bring your kleenx.” Emma says with a smile.
“I just don’t know if I want to wreck the book by seeing the movie.” Isabelle says with a sigh. “I’m sure it’s great.”
“What do you mean wreck the book? It really showed the relationship and stayed true to the book.” Emma says seriously.
“I just mean that I have a vision of Hazel and Gus. I’m not sure my vision matches the book.” Isabelle says while twirling her hair.
“Hmm, you do have a point. Movies often alter a book so much it makes me want to scream.” Emma says while playing with her straw. “God, don’t even get me started on what they did to My Sister’s Keeper.”
“Oh, that was awful! I forgot about the big change from book to movie.” Isabelle says.
“You’re right. A book is almost a bond with the reader.” Emma says. “That bond can change with a movie.”
“Exactly. My idea may be different from what the movie portrays.” Isabelle says. “It’s just about how it will sell.”
“So true.” Emma sighs. “Whatever makes money.”
“So this is why I’m not sure if I want to see the movie.” Isabelle says.
“Well, if you decide to go you’ve got a movie buddy. I’ll supply the Kleenex.” Emma says with a smile.
“I’ll think about it.” Isabelle replies. “I really did enjoy the book, so maybe the movie matches my view.”
The two friends continue chatting, enjoying each other’s company.
‘Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year? Give characteristics and what makes them unique.’
I decided to write character traits about my dog, George.
Day creeps into night, but he still prefers to stay outside. His black fur coat hopefully keeps him warm throughout the night. I peak under the tree where he lays spread out in his huge hole he proudly dug. I whisper if he wants to come inside, but his green eyes just stare back and his body firmly stays in place.
It is now morning and tree sap sticks in clumps in his fur. He appears so scruffy with sap, dirt, sleep in his eyes, and fur falling off as the summer grows near. He’s still my adorable dog, George.
George really is a gentle giant at 90 pounds of Labrador love. Get near and he’ll gladly snuggle or play. However, don’t expect much play as this dog only plays when he desires. This old and greying dog, perks like a puppy for any treat, big or small.
Keys are heard and tennis shoes are seen as George’s excitement grows for his evening walk. This old puppy can’t hold still as his leash is put on. His world awaits to fully explore and make it his own.
George outside at night in his hole.
‘Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more’.
I had difficulty with today’s writing prompt, because I couldn’t think of one particular item or individual. I thought of what makes me sad that is no longer there. I suddenly got the idea of local libraries and bookstores closing.
I drive by a podiatry clinic in my neighborhood and sigh each time I pass it. Many may wonder what’s wrong with me, since nothing is wrong with my feet. The problem is that the clinic was a small library. It breaks my heart to see the small building now taking care of feet. There were shelves of books, movies, music, and more. Now people sit in waiting chairs than a comfy couch reading. It saddens me knowing someone may not have access to these materials.
A similar loss is when small bookstores close. They often can’t stand against the changing times. This is very unfortunate. I always smile when I enter a bookstore and feel at home. When I hear about bookstores closing it almost feels like a part of me closed. It doesn’t matter if I visited the bookstore often, occasionally, or never. Instead it’s just one more place where my soul had a chance to open to the wonder of books and reading.
The definition of a book has even changed and a slight loss is felt. I own a kindle, but it took me forever to finally purchase one. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I read a book on my kindle. To me, it’s almost a loss in society as books have changed so much.
True, people are still reading and some may say there’s an increase in reading. However, there’s nothing like holding a book in your hands, turning actual pages, and smelling the paper.
The loss of libraries, bookstores, and the definition of books saddens me. Books and their ‘homes’ have been in use for thousands of years. Hopefully, the ‘changing times’ won’t increase more losses.
I thought it would be fun to participate in the WordPress June writing challenge. I may not write every day, but it will get my creative ideas working. Today is simply to write anything w/o stopping for 20 mins & publish.
I’m currently writing this the old fashioned way w/ pen & paper. To be more exact, I’m writing in bed with an awesome pen that lights up. (I’m not using now.) My own hand is now slightly cramping as I quickly write.
What does my writing look like? I think fairly clear in nice cursive-like print. I’m an elementary teacher and I can tell you how handwriting has declined. Hardly anyone practices penmanship, so you can almost forget about cursive.
Sure we use computers every day, but the art of writing nicely shouldn’t end. I make handmade notecards that I send…the old fashioned way by mail. The joy of receiving ‘real’ mail doesn’t occur as often as in the past. A ‘hello’ in your inbox compared to mail box isn’t as gratifying.
I remember looking at my grandmother’s writing on letters, recipes, and daily lists. It looked beautiful. Handwriting then was taken with time & care.
Many believe cursive should be thrown away in classrooms. Sadly, many students aren’t even taught basic hand typing skills. I sometimes can’t even read a student’s name. (‘The first thing I do is pick up my pencil and write my name’. Song to get students to remember name.)
Handwriting should still be taught in classrooms. It sounds harsh, but you really can tell a lot by someone’s handwriting. Write a handwritten notecard, list, or just practice today.
I should write more fast & freely thinking. Ideas just flowed out of me. I may want to go back and edit, but that’s not the point. Just unlock your writing potential to share.
Now, it’s time to type this handwritten post.