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Write a dialogue between yourself and a character you once created.
Since you are the writer, think of what this character would want to ask or tell you about.
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My heart sinks as I see the person my mind created at 14. Her black hair in a short pixie cut, the bright emerald green eyes. She’s tall, about 5’8” and her skin is even and pale. Her proportions are perfect in every way. Her makeup is a perfect balance between dark and natural, drawing even more attention to her eyes. I’m saddened as I see the long sleeve black crop top along with a black miniski...
"Why?"
The question floats in the air like a balloon about to pop. I can feel my heart contract beneath my rib cage. _Thump. Thump. Thump. _
_ _ "I'm sorry." Those are the only two words I can bring myself to say.
"Oh, shut up." The girl standing before me waves a hand in my face. "Your apology means nothing to me. I want an explanation. Tell me why you did this to me." Her voice ca...
“Why are you here?”
The question hung in the air for a moment as he looked at me. He wore the same blank expression that he always had, devoid of life or emotion, but I could see the malice dancing in his eyes. He had never been to hide that from me. I knew where to look.
“I don’t need you anymore. I killed you for a reason. How are you here?”
Again, silence. He took two steps towards me, calm...
Darkness as far as the eye can see. Simply the Void, a single entity was walking through it with confusion.
A mist-covered man suddenly materialized in front of the entity, causing his eyes to widen.
“Lane Lot, my proudest and first creation.” The figure turned to Lane. He snapped his fingers, illuminating the void.
Lane’s steps slowed and he hesitantly asked “Who are you?” with blue particle...
“I have a question for you.”
-“What is it?”
“Does the pain ever stop?”
-“What?”
“You created me, right? You know my whole story from the beginning to the end. So tell me, the pain, does it ever stop?”
-“…”
“I’m serious! Why does everyone I love have to die? Mom, Dad, Riley, everyone! The least you can do is tell me when it ends or give me an explanation for why it’s even happening!”
-“…”
-...
“Why… why did you do this?”
“Do what?”
“Create me like this. Did you just want someone who represents your boredom, your restlessness? Did you enjoy making me just like you, as hopeless as you? Did you dream of being me, being able to have an exciting life?”
“I didn’t want to. You know that right?”
“Hahaha you had me want to die until I killed someone, or at least hurt someone, do you know wha...
She stands in front of me, with those wild blue eyes. Fierce and piercing, but also deep and sad.
“Why?” she asks. Her expression flickers as her eyes shift to the side and above my head, thinking about something in particular.
“Why did you do all of this to me?” she repeats, voice choking on a sob.
It is all I can do but stand there, watching as she falls apart. I made her strong, and she has ...
“Who are you?” She asked. Everything was hazy and dark.
“Vesper?” I asked.
“How do you know my name?”
“I… how do I explain this? I- I made you” she scoffed.
“Right, your saying my dad isn’t really my dad?”
“No, I mean your… *sigh* your just a fictional character”
“Your telling me that I’m not real?” She said in a panicked laugh.
“Vesper I-“
...
Brother, why. Why must you make me so.
I am lost to the wind, to time.
I pain to be more than what I am;
Yet I’m born by these very manacles which keep my aloof.
Brother, why do you keep me alive, in memory, in thought, yet neglect me, forget all but name. Do you not remember my face, like how you defy your own? Who are you now, brother? What has become of you? Were we not to be great together? Wh...
“There are times when I think of you like my children, I carry you in my mind for months and then with the stroke of my pen or the tap of my fingers you’re born. I wish I could talk to you directly, step in and help you when you need it, but like all characters you’ve taken on a life of your own.” I look down at my phone as I type out these words not expecting a reply. It’s just a drifting though...
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