LitWit Challenge 3.12: The Yucch-meter wonders if you could stop congratulating yourselves long enough to write a conversation about Something.
For this LitWit Challenge, Conversations in restaurants, we asked you to write a story in the form of a dialogue with the young man in the photos.
The Yucch-meter wants to know when you plan to submit your stories because she has not found a real one among the entries posted so far. She sees transcripts of the authors’ (pedestrian) personal fantasies, atrocious imitations of British speech, irritating knockoffs of American indie movie dialogue, cloying simulations of Star Cinema romantic comedy drivel, and other forms of masturbatory activity.
Writing is not about having sex with yourself. Writing is about having sex with language. Try again.
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November 28th, 2010 at 08:14
For some reason, I’m finding it hard to tell a story in spoken lines. Maybe you guys can improvise on this idea. Happy Sunday you all!
Matnish annoys the hell out of the person he’s with because he’s not saying anything. Nothing. The other party explains an unlimited network of opportunities that requires very little capital, and he intonates his sales pitch with a hundred thousand exclamation marks. That smile never left his face because it was plastered. However, the most he gets out of this near-perfect French boy are blank nods, glassy stares, and pursed smiles. This monologue goes on for half an hour until the largely ignored speaker explodes in this volcanic eruption of expletives. He was very fluent at it, too, if it should be mentioned. And it is only then that Matnish speaks up.
Matnish: “EH AYONGO NGA NGUNIN YANG NYET NA ISHCAM NA NYAN EH! NYANGINYAMO NGANGO! MERWICHO NGA NYULUL! UMAAEN AO MANG INYA EEO NYAMOS LUMALAMET NGA RINYO, NYELS NYOK KA NG NYELS NYOK NYANGINYAMO NGA! NGAAAAAANGOOOO NGAA! UMALI NGA NA RIO MAKA MANYAPAK NGO PA MU-A MO, NYETT KAA!!!”
November 28th, 2010 at 08:46
Ay, if you can allow this one revision, Madame, and delete my first entry please. Thanks!
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For some reason, I’m finding it hard to tell a story in spoken lines. Maybe you guys can improvise on this idea:
Matnish annoys the hell out of the person he’s with because he’s not saying anything. Nothing. The other party explains an unlimited business opportunity that requires very little capital, and he intonates his sales pitch with a hundred thousand exclamation marks. However, the most he gets out of this near-perfect French boy are blank nods, glassy stares, and pursed smiles. This monologue goes on for half an hour until the largely ignored speaker explodes in this volcanic eruption of expletives. He was very fluent at it, too, if it should be mentioned. And it is only then that Matnish speaks up.
Matnish: “EH AYONGO NGA NGUNIN YANG NYET NA ISHCAM NA NYAN EH! NYANGINYAMO NGANGO! MERWICHO NGA NYULUL! UMAAEN AO MANG INYA EEO NYAMOS LUMALAMET NGA RINYO, NYELS NYOK KA NG NYELS NYOK NYANGINYAMO NGA! NGAAAAAANGOOOO! UMALI NGA NA RIO MAKA MANYAPAK NGO PA MU-A MO, NYETT KAA!!!”
The UNO representative crossed himself in this pathetic combination of surprise, fear, and laughter as he jumped out of that chair and ran for the door. It took him about ten seconds, tops. He’s never pitched to a ngongo French boy before. And at 6’2 and ripped and pretty pissed, that enraged pretty boy will tear him to shreds.
November 28th, 2010 at 13:06
Momelia, the suggested storyline bears promise but it seems incongruous with the the given visuals. Just my two cents.
November 28th, 2010 at 16:32
NGOMNYETAA KA MOMEYA!! NYALOKERS AKO NYAHAHAH! I die.
November 29th, 2010 at 13:54
Hai 2Qt2BSTR8! It was meant to be distorted. That’s what makes it different!