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The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
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The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
* * *
The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
* * *
The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
* * *
The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
* * *
The thing about being a bad bitch, is bad bitches make things happen. Go ahead, root for the good girl, see where that gets you. Blah, blah, blah. They go on with the same predictable, lame-ass shit—doing what they’re told—getting good grades, dating the safe guy, and following all the rules. For God’s sake, they obey curfew. I can’t even! Pitiful. No one wants to read about that shit.
Now, enter the bad bitch. Voila. Drama. Intrigue. Think about it, really think about it. Without a bad bitch in the story, there isn’t a story. Nothing happens. No conflict. No stakes. No alternative worldview to challenge yours. No tempting bargain to test your morals against. See what I mean—no story.
So anyway, I’m a bad bitch. And I’m not running away from it. I’m that bitch. You know. The one that screws your boyfriend. The one that outs you for that secret you’ve been hiding. I keep it moving.
I was killing time with the boys at the firehouse at McGinley Square when I got my first real acting audition. As soon as I got the call from the casting director, Wanda, I knew I was going to have to take Jennie J. down.
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What a great idea for a story. What a novel way to meet the word count. What a way to confuse and get your readers wondering what you're up to. Bad Bitch! Instead of talking about it, just do what you do. (the consequences for being such a bitch) I toyed with the idea of writing to this prompt but couldn't fit it into the story I wanted to submit, or at least, come up with a story that fitted this prompt properly. Love your writing.
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repetitious but good story
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I found it disorienting to see the same four paragraphs over and over, and tried to make sense of it by looking for differences, which I didn't find. Then I realized that it was just a matter of deadlines and getting the word count in, and that made sense. It's obviously not a story yet, but what a great introduction, what a great character.
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This is a great companion to Bare White Knuckles — you do such an acute job of capturing what makes us hurt each other as well as the pain we suffer as a result. Good job!
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Thanks, Martin. This is an idea I've been playing with. Unfortunately, didn't get time to revise it into a full-blown story before they marked it complete for the contest, so I'll have to finish it up and use the material later. I have a whole plot figured out for these characters, centered around a firehouse and a theater troupe, but haven't just barely gotten past go on it yet. Maybe next time!
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I’ve had several non-contest stories I’ve had to finish at midnight Friday or Saturday. I’d love to read your fully realized version, but it’s a great character vignette as is.
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I sympathize about stories that don't get written in time. Some of them haven't got in before the deadline and hence are in Reedsy but non submitted when I checked the next day. Oh dear. Or I reread the prompt and realize I haven't got it right. Damn. Or I write it and feel that it just isn't good enough as a story. (Too much like a rant) One of my best stories missed out due to timing. I'm still brassed off with myself about it. Another story was rejected for heavens knows why. I did appeal but got nowhere. So... I resubmitted it later to a...
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I’ve messed up prompts and had to twist elements to make a story fit. On a few occasions, I haven’t been able to finish in time and have had to hold a story until another prompt comes up that fits or i can make it fit. My most recent frustration was entering the competition, then realizing I couldn’t edit it to fix a few confusing points.
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Now that I've read your explanation it all makes sense! It is a great start.
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