Sep 30, 2010

Class Test 1

Write a dialogue between two unusual or eccentric characters meet for the first time. 

By Pooja Lakhwani

The flap of the tent moves and you can sense her standing outside, her wild black hair flying and forming a mist around her. You can feel her hesitation, the ongoing battle between her heart and her soul but you aren’t nervous - because you know she will give in eventually. Soon, she draws apart the tattered cloth and enters inside – just like you saw it.

"I knew you would come," You say, you eyes focused on the crystal ball in front of you.

"Who are you?" she spits out angrily.

"I'm the one who will lead you to your true destiny, but you know that already. It's time you accept it,"

You look up and she is standing in front of you, her scarlet red eyes piercing in your crystal blue ones. She seems to be drinking in your appearance, trying to consume all of you in a mere glance. You appear eccentric to her - a male gypsy dressed in frock and frills - but you know she is no ordinary woman either.

"Destiny?" she lets out a mirthless laugh, “You will lead me to my destiny?" It's not a question - It's a statement. She thinks you're a fool but you know better.

"You are no ordinary woman Astoria. Bizarre things keep happening to you, don't they? That's why you sought me out, to know what exactly is wrong with you,"

She looks away, color rising to her fair cheeks and you know you have achieved your first victory.

"They told me to seek you, to search for you - but now I think they were all fools," You can feel the vengeance in her voice and you can see that she has been picked out by the Greater Gods carefully. She slams her hands on the small wooden table behind which you are sitting and you can feel the energy radiating out of her.

"You know you're wrong. You can feel that yourself,"

"I don't know anything anymore. I don't, I don't, I don't! I don't know what’s happening with me, I don't know what’s wrong with me!" She screams. "The moving objects, the voices in my head, the screams of the dead, the blood on my body - I don't know anything about them!"

You wonder how long she has kept this inside her - probably a long while, you guess. Yet you remain seated, unmoved by her yells. She doesn't seem to like your response, you notice, her eyes turning blood shot at your calmness. You wait for a while and then get up from your broken chair, standing in front of her, your six feet towering her.

"You know the answer to your questions Astoria. It's inside you - you know it,"

You want her to figure this out herself - because it would make things much, much easier that way but you would have to help her, you know, make her think, make her aware.

"If I knew it you idiot, why would I come to you?" she asks, furious. But her tone doesn't affect you - It's normal, you know it. Every witch reacts the same way in the beginning because it takes them time to figure out their true fate and waiting never suited them.


Asad said...

I LOVED this.
Excellently written. Awesome job pulling off second person AND simple present together.

Misal Shujjat said...

I love your description and the whole mystical sort of feeling you've created. I enjoyed reading this. Almost wish there was more...

Yusra Abbasi said...

well written and quite a unique theme... i enjoyed the read:)

Pooja Lakhwani said...

Thank you :) Coming from you Asad, I will take that as a huge compliment :)

Lamia Fahim said...

Second person... :O wow. :) This is amazing, I like the ending :)

hats said...

great job pooja! :)

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