Thread: Blind Dates and Not So Secret Hates

Pick a name.
Ian
Randolph
Harry
Christian
Blake
Carter
Shaun
Vince
Preston
Jake


Pick another name.
Wren
Ana
Dani
Lillian
Jill
Maria
Georgina
Andrea
Leila
Amber
Keila
Fiona

Location
Pier overlooking the ocean at dusk
Coffee shop poetry reading
Highschool football game in the stands
Swingset at the park

Now pick a point of view either the male's or female's.
Through his or her eyes describe the other person while they are
on the date. During the date create some bizarre
happening that interrupts the date. Make sure the incident is not
cliche. Make it wild and fun to read!

Fiona had to admit her sister finally picked one that she liked. Shaun knew how to dress for dinner with a lady, in his black slacks, blue button down shirt, and coordinating tie. It was while they were discussing where to go for dinner when Shaun suggested Messaberta on 32nd Street. Messaberta was Fiona's favorite restaurant. When
she told Shaun this he said he loved it to, then smiled. At that moment Fiona noticed two dimples explode out of the corner of his mouth. Fiona adored dimples.

While they had small talk over drinks at the bar while waiting for a table, Fiona fell more in lust with Shaun. Not only was he tall, muscular, and handsome but also a surgeon. After what seemed like minutes the hostess told them their table was ready and apologized for the wait, saying it did not usually take them over an hour to get anyone a table. Fiona could not believe she had been talking to Shaun for over an hour already, it seemed like just a few minutes. She knew she would have to reward her sister with a spa trip for setting her up with such a great guy.

Shaun had ordered an excellent bottle of wine, and halfway through it and their entree, his beeper went off. "Sorry Fiona, but that is a 911 emergency page so I have to go. Here is my card with all my numbers on it, please forgive me and give me a call later in the week so we can setup another date." Shaun hastily gave her the card and a quick peek on the cheek. And was off and out the door.

Fiona called her sister, Andrea to thank her for setting her up with such a wonderful guy as soon as she got home. "Andie I tell you he was wounderful. Sure he had to leave in the middle of dinner, but he is a surgeon and he had to go save a life". Fiona was confused when she heard laughing on the other end of the phone.

"Fi sweetie, Shaun isn't a surgeon he is unemployed and lives with his mom and dad. The only reason I set you up with him was as a favor to his mother, Lillian. Lilly is on the same bowling team as Harry and I. But he really told you he was a surgeon ?" Andrea continued laughing.

"And here I was just thinking he forgot about the check for dinner, but it turns out he just made and excuse and stuck me with it. That is it Andie. I am swearing off blind dates for awhile !" Fiona said before she said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.




Ok, so I changed the setting a bit, but I thought it worked better overall for the snippet I wrote. I did not even know there was a writing challenge section until today. You have some good ideas for quick stories that could turn into more complex plots.

blah yeah. the writing challenge forum has been my treehouse for a while . This made me laugh.

This is pretty cliche' - a carbon copy of every romantic comedy I've seen, more or less. Yet here I am, just the same, sitting on a godamned swingset in the middle of a kid's playground, listening to fucking crickets. And honestly? I'd rather be here then watching T.V. at home, so I guess that's something.

Yeah, that's something.

I can smell the perfume wandering over from the swing next to me, a subtle reminder that I'm not alone. Her name's Jill, and the last thing I'd expected when I agreed to this date was to end up here, now, with her, listening to crickets in the dark.

"It's nice out," I said suddenly, my voice booming out awkwardly loud.

"Yeah, I love warm summer nights. I don't know why, but they kind of remind me of my childhood."

I nodded, and inside, I nodded too. Crazy as it may seem, I knew exactly what she was talking about.

(All I got down so far, I'll come back and see what else comes out)

"So how did I do?" Leila asks nervously, flipping her long ebony hair over her shoulder. Randolph gulps thinking backward trying to recall how she sounded or what her poem was even about. But he couldn't remember. He was too busy watching her, taking in her sight and sound but not coherent enough to make sense of the jumble of words falling from her mouth. Quickly snatching the now cool mug from the table, he downs the tepid coffee hoping in the moment's delay that single spark of inspiration would blaze across his brain. No such luck...

"Uh, um. Terrific. Just..."

"And now welcome Randolph Houston to the stage!" booms the overly enthusiastic voice across the tiny coffee house. Claps ripple through the audience as Randolph rises crushing a napkin in his fist.

"Hi," Randolph says using a deep, soulful voice. Everyone stops clapping, waiting expectantly. "This poem goes out to a very special person. It's called Summer Love Fell to Fall." Clearing his throat Randolph glances shyly at a conspicous blonde sitting in the back before continuing.

"what's gotten into you?
cut cut cutting people
out of your skin and
life like maybe an
ingrown hair or
a massacred snowflake.

because i can't
make sense of you.
it kills me to see
you go through the
pain which i don't
understand.

how it feels to
lose a friend
to have a
brother or
a sister or
maybe a father
that still cares.

now i understand that
the lonliness how it
eats you up and
there's no denying
the tears and the
buildup of stress.

my room's a mess.
'cause i still haven't
made the bed we
shared. i don't dare
'cause i miss that
Sunday stench.

remember that day
when we met on
the park bench
watching your
neice swing and
sing and you
said,"Would you
like a cup of
coffee?"

that night i cried
because God was
giving me a chance
letting someone
take a second
glance

and i was hooked
when she said
that she preferred
reading in bed
than being dead

i don't know what
that meant
but it worked
so i fell in love

wrapped up in a quilt
like the relationship we built
all snug and warm
let the wasps swarm
land all over me
i swear i can't feel the stings
can't feel a damn thing
but this."

Leila rises with the standing ovation tears springing to her russet colored eyes. But, Randolph isn't looking at her. The blonde grudgingly rises and claps once letting her left hand freeze in front of her face. All of her fingers except the middle one curl into her palm. She holds out the finger for a second. No one can see her except him. Storming out of the cafe, she pauses at the doorway looking back at the boy she loved feeling at once ashamed to have been moved by the poem and angry because his new girlfriend thought it was about her.

Interesting bit including a poem, your own work presume, into your challenge. Good story and it had a nice twist at the end.

eh I only like 2 stanzas from the poem. i'm almost tempted to put this up on fictionpress and make it into a bigger story.

"So here we are... again... there must be something to this place."
"How come?"
"Because somehow we always manage to stumble with each other, blake."
"Are you following me? You are starting to get on my nerves, you know."
"Don't be ridiculous, listen to yourself!"
"I don't know what you've been up to lately, but you seem very stressed out."

The next morning I woke up feeling like if I had been working out a lot. My entire body ached, and my fingers felt slightly numb. I couldn't find a reasonable explanation because I had been laying around the house the day before, watching TV.

I started making breakfast. I don't usually eat early in the mornings but that day was special, there was something to it. The air felt dry inside the apartment, so dry that it was uncomfortable, but I didn't care because I was having breakfast that day. It wouldn't be long before blake came by. He never said he would come, but I knew he would, he always did.

"You have to take her back"
"What are you talking about? What do you know? No..."
"They are searching for her, she is everywhere in the news Jake. I don't want to have anything to do with this, put your act together and do something. You know I've been always watching your back but this time you are on your own."
"CHILL! she was no good, and no one's going to find out so please calm yourself. Did you had anything for breakfast this morning?"
"No, what are you having?"
"The perfect crime blake, the perfect crime..."

Dani Mayer, 34 and mother of one. The police searched all over town for clues or witnesses but no one had seen anything, she was nowhere to be found. Sgt. Miller declared to feel "dumbfound" after months of exhaustive investigations. They had found nothing, just as if she had simply vanished. The community was concerned with the thought of a murderer being on the loose, they desperately needed closure.

A year after the incident, Jake Mayer was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Today he is on medication and doing much better, he looks forward to living a normal life again.

well I guess the names is all I used lol :/
I sucked