Winter Break Snippets:
Since Bobby is striving to put out a piece of art a day, I'm going to try and write a little something every day of the break.
21/12
[Blank] was stupidly pretty. She was the epitome of the sorority girl stereotype-blonde, white, skinny, tanned, rich-except she wasn't a sister. Quite the opposite actually. the only letters she would be throwing was "JC" for the good Lord. She wasn't just blindly catholic; on top of her spouting biblical verses like most people recited rap lyrics and donning frocks that would make grandmothers look like hookers in comparison, she was also staunchly republican, of the my-great-grand-daddy-used-to-own-slaves-and-i-dont-see-why-i-cant variety.
[Blank] was the polar opposite-except in looks. They both took after their mothers that way. She built homes in third world countries for reasons other than padding her college application, and threw herself after adventure in far-flung countries that even google maps couldn't locate. When she wasn't reading Vonnegut or Wilde or whatever literary mind piqued her interest, she played bass and painted watercolors. Believe it or not, she was an Alpha Beta, a top house if any a house could claim that title. The sisters of ABC were the sort of girls that seemed to exist solely to make the average person hate herself because they were proof that you could be smart, funny, pretty and obscenely wealthy.
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22/12
Money is incredibly isolating
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23/12
Story idea:
What if every child in the world is bonded to a guardian angel and there's this little girl who comes from a broken home and after witnessing her mother walk out she prays for the angels to help her except there was a glitch in whatever algorithm assigns the angels and it pairs her with one of the angels that fell with Lucifer so instead of a guardian angel she has a cranky, fire-spitting, humanity-hating, sassmaster demon.
"Oh, Spongebob. Again. Lovely."
"Don't listen to those girls, they're all going to grow up to be skanks anyway."
"What's a skank?"
"Someone with low self-esteem because their daddy didn't love them so they have to kiss lots of boys to make up for it."
"Am I going to grow up to be a skank?"
"No, the way things are going you're going to be very very alone for a very very long time."
*pause*
"I like that. I don't like people."
"You're learning fast, kid."
"CLOSE THE GODDAMN DOOR. Were you born in a barn?"
"Yup. Like Jesus."
"Oy vey."
~~~
21/12
[Blank] was stupidly pretty. She was the epitome of the sorority girl stereotype-blonde, white, skinny, tanned, rich-except she wasn't a sister. Quite the opposite actually. the only letters she would be throwing was "JC" for the good Lord. She wasn't just blindly catholic; on top of her spouting biblical verses like most people recited rap lyrics and donning frocks that would make grandmothers look like hookers in comparison, she was also staunchly republican, of the my-great-grand-daddy-used-to-own-slaves-and-i-dont-see-why-i-cant variety.
[Blank] was the polar opposite-except in looks. They both took after their mothers that way. She built homes in third world countries for reasons other than padding her college application, and threw herself after adventure in far-flung countries that even google maps couldn't locate. When she wasn't reading Vonnegut or Wilde or whatever literary mind piqued her interest, she played bass and painted watercolors. Believe it or not, she was an Alpha Beta, a top house if any a house could claim that title. The sisters of ABC were the sort of girls that seemed to exist solely to make the average person hate herself because they were proof that you could be smart, funny, pretty and obscenely wealthy.
~~~
22/12
Money is incredibly isolating
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23/12
Story idea:
What if every child in the world is bonded to a guardian angel and there's this little girl who comes from a broken home and after witnessing her mother walk out she prays for the angels to help her except there was a glitch in whatever algorithm assigns the angels and it pairs her with one of the angels that fell with Lucifer so instead of a guardian angel she has a cranky, fire-spitting, humanity-hating, sassmaster demon.
"Oh, Spongebob. Again. Lovely."
"Don't listen to those girls, they're all going to grow up to be skanks anyway."
"What's a skank?"
"Someone with low self-esteem because their daddy didn't love them so they have to kiss lots of boys to make up for it."
"Am I going to grow up to be a skank?"
"No, the way things are going you're going to be very very alone for a very very long time."
*pause*
"I like that. I don't like people."
"You're learning fast, kid."
"CLOSE THE GODDAMN DOOR. Were you born in a barn?"
"Yup. Like Jesus."
"Oy vey."
~~~
23/12
Story idea:
Demon possesses human. Human is grudgingly sympathetic after hearing demon's life story. Human and demon learn to coexist. Answers awkward demonic possession questions like who's in the cockpit for the painful post-taco-bell poops, what happens when pot brownies get added to the mix, and what happens when Human needs some alone sexy time.
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24/12
everything has an expiry date: groceries, relationships, lives.
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25/12
I never really thought about the phrase "only the good die young" until my Mum got lung cancer in the winter of 2014. Sounds odd doesn't it, "got"cancer. Like someone coughed in her vicinity and she inhaled the cancer or she opened a package in the mail and poof sitting in the box was cancer. No return label enclosed. My kind, sweet, pious Mum, my went-to-church-even-on-the-weekdays Mum, my never-hurt-anyone-intentionally-or-otherwise Mum. If it was my cheating, gold-digging, hypocrite of a father hiding behind his bible verses I wouldn't be surprised, karma and all that, but all he's got is a bit of a cough and a heart murmur that's been benign for half a decade. but that's the way things are i suppose. unarmed kids get shot while muggers and rapists get on with their horrible lives. politicians lie and cheat and native people get kicked out of their homes. so it goes. bad people are resilient. after all, cockroaches can survive nuclear blasts.
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26/12
She had a manufactured sort of voice, like the kind you hear in a documentary when they dub a metallic track over someone speaking a foreign language.
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27/12
He surveyed the land, god forbid his home-the "scene of the crime" he could imagine a platinum haired detective with a walrus stache saying to the press- as the lazy Southern sun doled out the last of its amber afternoon rays.
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28/12
I've realized I hate people that talk too much or talk too little. Like, don't prattle on about your life story to every passerby like a crazy hobo on the subway, but also don't clam up and bury everything underneath mountains of passive aggression for everyone else to unearth and interpret like a spiteful archaelogical dig. I think that's why ex2 and my parents rub me the wrong way and why I like people like Vicky and F.
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29/12
Story idea:
Eager to see Santa Claus for himself, a little boy sets up cameras all over his family's new home and ends up finding out the house is haunted. Merry Christmas.
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