Mr.E
07-26-2007, 05:58 AM
This is my first post. i just wanted to know if my style of writing is any good at all. I have a short beginning to a short story that is mostly dialogue, which is mostly because every time I write I think of it as a screenplay for a movie for some reason. There are probably tons of mistakes as I used wordpad. Just give me some constructive criticism, I would appreciate it.
He sunk back into the comfortable la-z-boy.
"I was at a bank once during a hold up when I was just a boy. The robber pointed a gun at us. He could have shot us, killed us, but I wasn't afraid. I was too curious to be afraid. All I could think was why is this man doing this? Is he going to shoot me? I miss that."
"You miss what, Mr. Wright?"
"Being a kid, not having a care in the world, never being afraid. Hmm..."
"What is it?"
He paused.
"Did you know that MIT recently discovered a cure for learned fear? What kind of fear isn't learned? Anyway, it means that we may never have to fear death, fear having a gun pointed at our face, or even fear asking a beautiful woman on a date."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Afraid. It makes me feel like humans will eventually lose that edge that drives us, that fuels our western economy, that once allowed us to become the dominant species. How long would we have lasted if we weren't affraid of dying, of losing. Probably as long as a child is a child."
"Not to be plain, but do you believe that all we have to fear is fear itself, Mr. Wright? Don't you want to talk about what happened in the middle east?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"There's nothing left to talk about, Jack. This will be the last time we meet. Send me the bill." He sat up from the chair, the wine red leather inhaled.
"You never answered my first question."
"Are you serious, Jack? Are you really that blind?"
He closed the door behind him.
He sunk back into the comfortable la-z-boy.
"I was at a bank once during a hold up when I was just a boy. The robber pointed a gun at us. He could have shot us, killed us, but I wasn't afraid. I was too curious to be afraid. All I could think was why is this man doing this? Is he going to shoot me? I miss that."
"You miss what, Mr. Wright?"
"Being a kid, not having a care in the world, never being afraid. Hmm..."
"What is it?"
He paused.
"Did you know that MIT recently discovered a cure for learned fear? What kind of fear isn't learned? Anyway, it means that we may never have to fear death, fear having a gun pointed at our face, or even fear asking a beautiful woman on a date."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Afraid. It makes me feel like humans will eventually lose that edge that drives us, that fuels our western economy, that once allowed us to become the dominant species. How long would we have lasted if we weren't affraid of dying, of losing. Probably as long as a child is a child."
"Not to be plain, but do you believe that all we have to fear is fear itself, Mr. Wright? Don't you want to talk about what happened in the middle east?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"There's nothing left to talk about, Jack. This will be the last time we meet. Send me the bill." He sat up from the chair, the wine red leather inhaled.
"You never answered my first question."
"Are you serious, Jack? Are you really that blind?"
He closed the door behind him.