This week was a fun writing assignment, the first that doesn’t have a love angle for me!
The goal, it’s a conversation between two individuals who both want different things. In the scene we were supposed to highlight how one single conversation could actually be two individual ones.
There were a list of pairs that we could choose from and I chose the Doctor and Party-Goer
The goal of each of my characters:
Doctor wants to order a drink from the bar
Party-Goer wants free medical advice
By Sara Curto
Dr. Robert J. Lowell and his wife, Suzanne, walked hand in hand into the Save the Monkeys gala. They were a picture of perfection. Him dapper in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. Her dripping with jewels over her emerald green gown.
He stood slightly behind Suzanne while she gushed with one of the party planners. He didn’t want to be there, was only here because his wife was one of the organizers.
From across the room he spotted Fred Dryer. He paniced when they lock eyes, terrified that Fred will come find him and corner him like he does every year asking him question and question about his different medical conditions.
He decided he must escape, and quick. A whiskey was exactly what he needs, so he nods at the bar to Suzanne and leaves her to her conversation.
Crisis averted. A double whiskey and my seat, that’s all I need, he celebrated to himself.
He celebrated too soon.
“Doc! I was hoping to see you here,” Fred guffawed as he roughly patted Robert’s shoulder.
“Nice to see you Fred, I’m just getting a…” the Doctor tried to sneak past him.
“What a year it’s been. Remember last year, I had those hemorrhoids I was telling you about?”
“A drink will help me remember…”
“This here is a doozy, and I can’t wait to get your professional opinion”
“We’re aren’t in my practice, I can’t give you my opinion”
“Yes, you’re right, wink, wink”
“Would you like a drink, Fred?”
“I’ve got one here, so I’m good. Now those hemorrhoids. You see my Doctor thought a cream was all that was needed. But they were becoming the size of golf balls. I couldn’t even sit down without being in agony.”
“Hmmhmm,” Robert began inching his way closer to the bar, tuning out the details. He was a podiatrist for Pete’s sake.
“So give it to me straight, a second opinion, would you have done the same?”
“I’m not the expert on hemorrhoids Fred, but I am on whiskey, just going to…” Robert slinked past Fred, the bar within sneezing distance.
Fred interrupted again, trying to jump in front of Robert, “actually if we can just sit, I have a growth on my foot I need to show you,”
Robert sighed in defeat. “I’ll take a look Fred, but I need a drink first.”
He ordered a triple, and with his head hanging followed Fred to a seat vowing that next year he was definitely going to stay home.
Black Black Heart
I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying the writing pieces I’ve written for my creative writing class!
We were challenged to write in a style that we don’t write in, so I chose supernatural fantasy. Honestly I struggled with an idea for this, I didn’t really want to expand on my last piece (Eliana and Viktor) but then I remembered the movie I wrote.
You see in university I wrote three movies. All in my head. With scene details, song choices, camera angles. Weird I know. One of those movies was about a vampire. So I took the opening scene and changed it up a bit to suit the story I would want to tell now as an adult.
In the “movie” the opening scene is set to the song of Black Black Heart by David Usher, I invite you to listen to the song as you read.
Black Black Heart by Sara Curto
I make my way across the green of the University of Michigan’s campus, people moving out of my way as if I willed it. I am willing it.
I feel him, I’m getting closer.
My love. Millenniums and Centuries of waiting. Two decades of feeling him in the world and now I’m yards away.
I am the vampire. Daughter of the demon Lilith. Born 4000 years ago to be the creator of the vampire race, a race that has grown in power ever since.
Betrothed to my beloved Khafra, the light to my darkness, the man I would give everything for. He knew of my nature, and yet loved me and devoted his life to me, under one condition. I was never to turn him. A promise I kept when on our wedding night he was taken from me. I held him, my red tears mixing with the pools of his own blood, begging him to let me keep him forever. He promised with his last few breathes to come back to me, to be reborn again and again to live by my side. Our souls were intertwined in that moment.
He, too, kept his promise. He has been reborn many times, I always feel it in my body and then I go searching.
The search brought me to the time of the Romans and its ever-expanding empire. To find his soul leaving the body of a 5 year old girl, too soon. I made her family pay for not caring for her well enough.
I traveled by sea to the lands of what you now call China. They knew. That something was off about me, the whispering of a golden-haired, black-eyed bloodsucker beat me to every village. I slaughtered and pillaged my way to his bedside, this time in an old man’s body days after his soul had departed.
I fought against some of the evillest souls this earth has seen, for while I am a demon and a vampire I am not at my core, evil, during the years I waited for him. I was relentless, the piles of bodies growing around me as I caused mass destruction.
A century ago, I got so close to him. I felt his soul be birthed across an ocean and by the time I found him, this time a woman in her teens giving birth to her 5th child, I fought my way to her bedside locking eyes with my beloved just as the life drained from them.
And then nothing, until 21 years ago. I was gallivanting around Europe with my child, Mary (she was born Meresankh) when I felt it, the flutter. A weak flutter, all the people and technology make it more difficult for my senses to pick up on the minute wavelengths. So, while I can travel much quicker (unlike myth, I can not fly), it was more difficult to pinpoint his exact location.
I stride into the classroom, late, startling the professor and the class.
“Hello. I’m Sadie, I’m sorry I’m late”, my actual name is Bahiti but Ancient Egyptian names make people uncomfortable. I seek out the eyes of Michael Olson and find them. I sigh in relief for there is my Khafra and his eyes of emerald green with flecks of gold.
Michael smiles at me, not in recognition, just in a wow you’re beautiful way. The girl beside him grabs his arm territoriality, that must be Lila, the girlfriend. For now.
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