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Write a conversation that takes place between two people who refuse to say what they mean.

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 25, 2022

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Tell Me, What Do You Mean?

Submitted to Contest #76

2 friends sit on the couch eating popcorn while watching a film."Do you like watching movies here?" He said."Yeah, I hope to continue watching movies here if that's ok?" She asked"Yea that's fine, I was hoping for you to say that" "For me to say what exactly?" "I don't know, what did you mean?""I meant that I like spending time here because you pick good movies to watch.""Oh ok, that's what I meant as well.""What did you mean?""I meant that I like the choice of movies that I pick for us to watch.""Oh ok, because I thought you meant something...

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Black mail

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Mr and Mrs Gold Martin were paramount figure in the society. Every party,every gathering seemed incomplete without them. Mr Gold ,like his name ,was a billionaire cum politician and Mrs Gold was daughter of a business tycoon. They were leading a prosperous life .Mr and Mrs Gold's family were considered “The Lucky Family of 2013”due to, Mr Gold's father became president of the bank and his mother appointed as Minister to Women Affairs. His Sister Became High Court Judge. Mrs Gold’s father became personal Assistant to the G...

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The Chirp of a Number

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Author's note: Hi guys! Third story:) I liked writing this one, and hope you all enjoy it! Just so you know, when Steve calls the reader an idiot, that is not me, that is me trying to show Steve's personality:) Have a happy new year, and please comment, because I would love your feedback!!! Part 1: Chick's chirp You, the reader, the random stranger reading this, probably like birds. Chickens, to you, are creatures who are helpful, and give humanity eggs! Yeah, that's what it seems like. But you'll never know what chickens and birds are a...

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Ego season

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(Alice): I knew that if I wanted to live normal after you were gone that I needed to get used to life, and there's no better way to do that than to have a fresh start, three days to new year's eve and I already know it is going to be the year I love myself. I honestly miss you, but I have no idea what to do about it, everything in my life seems so vague and blue, but I need to forget you. (Ivan): it has been two months now, I wonder if I ever cross your mind, what you think of when you wake up in the morning, I still can't believe you left ...

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Just Spit it Out

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I remember the first time I saw Damien. He was playing basketball with some friends. I actually didn't really know him then. He was a friend of the boyfriend of a really good friend's sister. He was pretty decent at basketball I guess, but my attentions were focused on another guy, Jordan. Jordan was all a girl could dream of. He was tall, at least six feet, maybe even six-foot-one, and strong, incredibly so. With bright blue eyes, and brown curly hair, he was the epitome of perfection. I had had a crush on him for four years, and we had kn...

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Tables Turn, Bridges Burn

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Descending the polished marble steps of the castle ballroom, Lady Cynthia Zahava could feel the eyes of the aristocracy dig into her. Beloved by all she encountered, Lady Cynthia’s charm was renowned, and if she had been born into any other life, she could have conquered kingdoms, but it was her unfortunate fate to be highborn; her hand in marriage promised before she could even walk. Brushing a stray lock of her pale blonde hair, she smiled bashfully at her shoes. Cynthia knew she shouldn’t have worn the backless emerald grown in a room of ...

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36 Ways To Say "I Love You"

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“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”  “No, it’s fine-”  “Riley. You keep rubbing your eyes like a tired baby.” Riley chuckled and pulled over.  They swapped and Riley was out by the time they were five minutes down the road.  Niall looked over at her and smiled. What a stubborn woman.  ****** “It reminded me of you.” Riley shrugged as she gave Niall the bracelet.  Niall put it on and grinned. “Thanks Ri. I love it.”  They hugged each other again, but held on a little longer and a little tighter.&nbs...

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Louder Than Words

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If life was a dance, then Hazel was off beat. Everything was throwing off her rhythm. Lately, it was as if she moved like one of those blow up tube dancers in front of car dealerships; painfully uncoordinated but something people couldn’t seem to stop looking at. The looks she got as her 70s platforms clomped down the hallway burned the back of her neck, and the whispers that filled her ears distracted her from her usual steady beat. These constant missteps, though, were not caused solely by the whispers or the looks. In fact, Hazel liked it...

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The 2020 Effect

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Dear Finn, Vanilla. Chocolate. Two different flavors. Both ice cream. They are great together. And apart. You're probably wondering what I’m talking about. I’ll let you figure it out yourself. Much Love, Becca ****** Dear Becca, What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t get it AT ALL. But whatever.  Anyway, I chose black over red. And it was a stupid choice. I am never doing that again. I'm sorry and I really mean it. I love you so much. -Finn  ****** Dear Finn,  I don’t understand. Black over red? I...

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Of Fire and Magnolias

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He crossed one leg over the other, leaned back a little, and either deliberately or unconsciously raised a thoughtful hand to his chin. A cup of coffee sat in front of him like a theater prop; he’d barely taken a sip.  She knew another analogy was coming; his preferred method of communication. She'd often wondered if he realized how demoralizing such opacity was for the listener, but had long since given up hope for better. She contemplated, also, pointing out how even Jesus spoke plainly to his inner circle, after telling his parable...

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The Chicano girl

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I thought everything was going very well… until Camila had another surprise for me in the second half of January. “Can I talk to you about something?” she said one evening after we sat down to eat the burritos she made the previous night. “Of course,” I replied but then I started having a bad feeling when I saw her staring down into her plate too long without saying anything. “We won’t be able to make love for a while,” she said finally, still not looking at me. I could see that she was struggling to find the right words to continue. “Do you...

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Winnie and Frank

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Winnie Freiberger descended from hard working German stock who rose to local prominence in the dry goods business after arriving to Texas during the Adelsverein migration of 1845. The spirited student was as headstrong and quick-witted as they come. Yet, she could still charm the dew off a honeysuckle while holding her own during debate competition. It so happens, she won quite frequently while working towards a bachelors degree at Southwestern in Georgetown.She was a rarity on the debate circles since Texas was still quite a chauvinistic pl...

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Coffee?

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1. The car was parked, convenience store neon stretching across the lot and sputtering out 2 parking spots away. We were staring at each other instead of ahead, and for the first time I realized that our collages of one another were imperfect. He did not know me.  “No,” I said. My breath was coming fast, I could feel it oxidizing through my arms or my legs, not quite reaching my wrists. “Don’t tell me what you think. We were- are- so much better implicitly.” “What are you?” He laughed a bit, more of a sigh. The light was low, a lone ...

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TO DO OR NOT?

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There is a long line up in a Big Box Shopping outlet on a hot busy Saturday afternoon, because of the major advertised sales, and the fact that the monthly government cheques had come in the day before. The next "gentleman" in the longest line, dressed slovenly in dirty jeans, a ragged football jacket, dirty half-cut leather boots and a trucker's cap pulled low over dark unruly hair..and carrying only 3 items in his hands, lets out a very heavy sigh...right through his Covid protecting mask. A few moments later...seeing no response from ...

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Unrelenting

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BrookeToday is the day my life begins. Yes, the day I have been groomed for, ever since I could walk. Well, maybe even before that! You see, today I get to meet and marry Brent Everleigh the Duke of Kitsburge, and my betrothed.You would think to group me with all the mindless romantics who cannot wait to get hitched and start popping out babies but you would be wrong. My joy is only so because today is also the day I get to leave Avery Manor, my family home, and my own version of a prison.Being of royal blood there are certain expectati...

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