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Write about an intense game of Scrabble that takes an ugly turn for the worse.
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"C-H-E-A-T-O-R" His grin made me want to hit him hard enough to knock out teeth.
"It's 'E', Kyle, not 'O'," Carla was giving him an odd look, he was the most literarily intelligent one among us. And he'd misspelled something. She was in shock, I was not.
Pretending innocence, Kyle's lips formed an 'O' of surprise, "I don't know what I was thinking," With the little clicks of wood, he replaced them. And wrote down his score. I was staring daggers at him.
Carla was in bliss ignorance of the tension that had filled the room, perhaps she was focused on the game-- perhaps she was ignoring it. Kyle had once been my best friend.
"It's your turn, Travis," Carla told me, smacking down the last letter of the word 'carnage', spelled on the 'C' in 'Cheater'.
I spent a moment to look at my words and then immediatly began putting them down 'Traitor' on the 'T' of 'Cheater'.
Kyle smiled pleasantly. He was a plump Italian man with a friendly grin, and a brotherly laugh. This laugh he allowed to emit, as he looked down at his own blocks, and let his brow furrow with thought. "Ah!" he gasped with that huge smile of his as he set down a 'T' above the 'R' of his prior word, and followed it with a 'U', and then 'T-H'. Truth.
Carla was really into the game, she moved down the letters fast, off of the 'G' in Carnage, she put 'Change'.
I was next, and I wasted no time laying down my letters running off of the 'H' Kyle had set down from 'Truth'. 'Hatred'.
'Treachery", off of the 'T' in Truth.
We were staring at each other as Carla puzzled over her blocks. Her wedding ring sparkled against the light above, catching my eye and seeming to burn my skin, at least, it felt like it, Kyle wore a merry grin.
Carla had just finished putting down 'Trapped' off of the 'T' in 'Hatred', and she looked up at us. "Don't take it so seriously, guys, it's just a game," her voice was soft, she obviously knew that she didn't understand, fully, what was going on.
"Carla," I told her, turning my head, and snapping my gaze onto her, "I want a divorce," She crumbled into tears, I stood, and pushed over the table, turned, and stormed out. On my way to the door I smashed down my wedding ring on the dining room table as I passed it.
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Mmm.. Writing prompts are fun. :3
Hope you guys liked it, it was really entertaining to write.
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Mon Oct 27, 2008 @ 09:23pm · 0 Comments |
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