Here's a little story (with dialogue) that I just whipped up tonight, just for you guys. It's about two guys (Rob and Bob) fussing over who's going to take the blame for the death of a girl named Jessica, who'se corpse is sitting in their car.
In the car as they're driving,...
ROB: She's dead?
BOB: As dead as dead can get.
ROB: Holy ****.
ROB: It may be in my car, but you're takin' the heat for this.
BOB: I'm not takin' the ****in' heat, you are!
ROB: No I'm not, man. No I'm ****in' not!!!
BOB: So what do we tell the big guy, eh? It's the ****in' dead girl's fault?
ROB: That seems to be the situation.
BOB: No. Situation is, she's dead. Her skin's as pale as ****in' vanilla ice cream, and no one's gonna die like that from killin' themselves like that, if they ever ****in' did.
ROB: Then you tell the big guy what really went down. Tell 'em you shot her, watch when he make you in the swiss cheese and ****.
BOB: Who ever said I was gonna take the blame?
ROB: I did. I ****in' did.
BOB: Sounds like a **** job.
ROB: I take it you don't like **** jobs, then.
BOB: Damn right I don't.
Hope you enjoyed it. Just a quick little story I threw together, and hopefully not the last of 'em. Currently, I'm working on an actual script that puts the above stuff to complete and utter shame (I'm sure other folks have better stuff than the stuff above, too, right?), but I'm so top-secret on it, I won't be telling ANYBODY about it. I'll keep posting the quickie stories, though. Later.
Two Guys and a Dead Body
[Story opens]
In the car as they're driving,...
ROB: She's dead?
BOB: As dead as dead can get.
ROB: Holy ****.
He turns to the dead girl
ROB: It may be in my car, but you're takin' the heat for this.
BOB: I'm not takin' the ****in' heat, you are!
ROB: No I'm not, man. No I'm ****in' not!!!
BOB: So what do we tell the big guy, eh? It's the ****in' dead girl's fault?
ROB: That seems to be the situation.
BOB: No. Situation is, she's dead. Her skin's as pale as ****in' vanilla ice cream, and no one's gonna die like that from killin' themselves like that, if they ever ****in' did.
ROB: Then you tell the big guy what really went down. Tell 'em you shot her, watch when he make you in the swiss cheese and ****.
BOB: Who ever said I was gonna take the blame?
ROB: I did. I ****in' did.
BOB: Sounds like a **** job.
And in a swell swoop, Rob pulls out his gun, pointing it at Bob
ROB: I take it you don't like **** jobs, then.
Bob then pulls out his gun
BOB: Damn right I don't.
Pointing their silver killers at one another, the tension escalates, and escalates some more, until,...
The supposed dead girl wakes back up, SCREAMING.
Rob and Bob, shooken, fire the lead, mano-a-mano, killing each other instantly as she watched in botched surprise.
The girl then hops over the two dead corpses, landing in the driver's seat. Boosting the radio on low volume on a rock ballad, she stares in the rearview mirror for a bit, then hits the gas. The car goes WIDE and LONG, into the distance.
[Story ends]
Hope you enjoyed it. Just a quick little story I threw together, and hopefully not the last of 'em. Currently, I'm working on an actual script that puts the above stuff to complete and utter shame (I'm sure other folks have better stuff than the stuff above, too, right?), but I'm so top-secret on it, I won't be telling ANYBODY about it. I'll keep posting the quickie stories, though. Later.