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April 30, 2014
Weasel Skeet: Prologue by motherofsephy uses only dialogue to create an almost humorous atmosphere and very intriguing characters that leave the reader wanting more.
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Weasel Skeet
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Prologue: In Which Mr Lobby Confesses Things About His Life
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"Hello. My name is Vane Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I—"
"Hold on a moment; only your surname, Mr Lobby."
"I apologise, sir… Hello. My name is Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I attended nine years of technical school on a scholarship. My parents divorced after I was already twenty years old. I no longer have any contact with them."
"And your relationship status?"
"I am single, sir. I have never been married."
"Now, Mr Lobby, we know that you're lying to us."
"I apologise, sir… I was married once, but it ended in her tragic death."
"Mr Lobby, almost every case that enters through those doors over there tells us the exact same story that you have, lying to make it seem as though you were a victim of some fictional fairytale that you weaved on your way to our meeting. You fail to see that we already know all about you. Why don't you tell us the full truth and we'll consider your request."
"Thank you, sir…. Hello. My name is Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I never went to school a day in my life. I am only partially literate because of this. My parents were never married, and after I had turned twenty my father went mad and was institutionalised. I later married which ended in her death."
"How did she die?"
"I killed her."
"And your mother?"
"I killed her, too."
"Thank you, Mr Lobby. We'll review your statements and summon you upon the arrival of our decision."
"Thank you, sir."
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Prologue: In Which Mr Lobby Confesses Things About His Life
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"Hello. My name is Vane Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I—"
"Hold on a moment; only your surname, Mr Lobby."
"I apologise, sir… Hello. My name is Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I attended nine years of technical school on a scholarship. My parents divorced after I was already twenty years old. I no longer have any contact with them."
"And your relationship status?"
"I am single, sir. I have never been married."
"Now, Mr Lobby, we know that you're lying to us."
"I apologise, sir… I was married once, but it ended in her tragic death."
"Mr Lobby, almost every case that enters through those doors over there tells us the exact same story that you have, lying to make it seem as though you were a victim of some fictional fairytale that you weaved on your way to our meeting. You fail to see that we already know all about you. Why don't you tell us the full truth and we'll consider your request."
"Thank you, sir…. Hello. My name is Lobby. I am a 37 year-old male. I never went to school a day in my life. I am only partially literate because of this. My parents were never married, and after I had turned twenty my father went mad and was institutionalised. I later married which ended in her death."
"How did she die?"
"I killed her."
"And your mother?"
"I killed her, too."
"Thank you, Mr Lobby. We'll review your statements and summon you upon the arrival of our decision."
"Thank you, sir."
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The title is a bit funny, I know, and the actual goings-on in the story are not too funny, but it'll fix itself later, I promise (as long as anyone is actually reading this).
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THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY:
I am having a bit of a lot of a tonne of problems at home and am completely unable to make artwork at the current time, so I decided to write literature. Yipee!
I thought of the title off the top of my head, but I shall (I already have plans) to incorporate it into the story. Don't worry.
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THE STORY:
I haven't really chosen a genre quite yet. I was originally thinking comedy, then fantasy, then sci-fi, then general boring fiction. I'll decide as I go along.
AHHHhhh! The whole prologue consists of choppy, repetative, nonsensical, grammatically-challenged dialogue. What's my problem?
Chapter 1: fav.me/d36ocy9
For All the Chapters: motherofsephy.deviantart.com/g…
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EDIT!!!!!*
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE DAILY DEVIATION!!!! Thank you GrimFace242!!!!
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THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY:
I am having a bit of a lot of a tonne of problems at home and am completely unable to make artwork at the current time, so I decided to write literature. Yipee!
I thought of the title off the top of my head, but I shall (I already have plans) to incorporate it into the story. Don't worry.
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THE STORY:
I haven't really chosen a genre quite yet. I was originally thinking comedy, then fantasy, then sci-fi, then general boring fiction. I'll decide as I go along.
AHHHhhh! The whole prologue consists of choppy, repetative, nonsensical, grammatically-challenged dialogue. What's my problem?
Chapter 1: fav.me/d36ocy9
For All the Chapters: motherofsephy.deviantart.com/g…
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EDIT!!!!!*
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE DAILY DEVIATION!!!! Thank you GrimFace242!!!!
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This is dark and funny and understated. I love it.