writingfortea

[writingfortea]

“What would your character do if…”

They get slapped in the face?

…

I decided to write the reaction pf the character I’d most recently written about. Thus-

Damon’s cheek stings. His voices immediately start talking.

What was that for? Pheobe asks.

Ok, you can’t just let that slide. Oscar says.

About time somebody did it, Aubrey says.

His hand raises to his face, rubbing the irritated skin.

Just ask them what’s wrong, maybe they mistook you for someone else. Hayden says.

“What…was that for?” Damon asks.

[writingfortea]

Wendigo

Completing the "tell a story using only dialogue and onomatopoeia" prompt! Not sure about the quality, but it's a story, that's for sure XD

I would love to know if this made sense at all. It felt pretty clear to me, but then again, I am the writer...

CW: referenced/implied death, blood mention, guns, reference/implied violence (not sure what to warn for since it's all very vague). Oh, also, cursing/swearing.

Howl.

“Jeez, he’s been at it for a while, ey? I’ll go see what he’s up to.”

“Alright. Have fun.”

Tap, tap, tap. Screech.

Bark, bark!

“Milo, what-?” Slam.

Bark, bark, bark.

AHH!

Bark, bark, bark.

“Dustin?” Tap. Tap. Tap. Screech.

Bark, bark, bark!

“Milo, what are you barking at? Where’s uncle Dustin?”

Bark, bark, bark!

Thunk, thunk, thunk. “Is he in the shed?” Squish. “What the…holy shit. Dustin?”

Ding dong.

“Oh- fucking hell, right now? Damn it- Milo, come on.”

Bark, bark!

“Shh, we’ll check the shed right after we see who’s at the door. Come on.” Thunk, thunk, thunk. Screech. Slam. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Squeak. “...Hello?”

“Hello ma’am. I’m with ADC. The anomaly detection company. Could I ask you a couple of questions?”

“This isn’t the best time…”

“I assure you it won’t take long. Are you familiar with the story of the wendigo?”

“You mean the man eater? Yes.”

“Well there have been some indications that one might be in the area. I’m looking into the matter now, which is why I’d like to know if you’ve had any concerning experiences lately?”

“Come inside.”

“What?”

“Get inside, right now.”

Tap tap. Slam.

“There’s one in my backyard.”

“What- what evidence do you have? Ma’am-?”

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Slam.

“What are you-?” Click.

“My brother went outside. He didn’t come back, and when I went to go check on him…there was blood on the ground!”

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t you have people that can deal with this? Call them!”

“Of course.” Ring, ring, ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is- um, Mason Fig? With the ADC. There’s a possible wendigo sighting in Rugby, North Dakota.”

“What’s the address?”

“One o’ ten first east west third street.”

“A team is on its way. Please get to a safe, windowless location and standby until the area is sweeped. Do not go outside for any reason.”

“Alright.” Click.

“Fuck. This can’t be real. What about Dustin? How long does it normally take them to arrive?”

“I-I don’t know, it could take anywhere from an hour to a couple minutes, depending on where the nearest station is…”

“I can’t wait that long! He could die!”

“What do you plan on doing? You can’t help him, you’ll just get yourself hurt.”

“...I have a gun. Here, take Milo.”

“What? You can’t just- it’s dangerous- what if you can’t kill it? What if your brother’s already dead?”

“Then I’m going to die knowing I did something other than hide in a fucking basement!”

“Ma’am, I can’t let you-”

“You can’t stop me.” Click. Squeak. Slam. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Beep, beep, beep, beep. Click. Squeal. “Time to go hunting.” Click, ching. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Screech. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Squish, squish. Click. Groan. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Milo, was it? Nice to meet you.”

Whine.

“Yeah, I’m worried too.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Holy shit.”

…

Tap, tap, tap. Click. Squeak.

“What happened, did you-?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s dead.”

“A-and your brother?”

“...”

“…I’m sorry.” 

Thud. 

“Ma’am!” 

Sniff. Hick. 

“Are you-?”

“I’m fine. Just…” Sniff. “Give me a minute.”

“...Right. Okay.”

Sob.