Saturday, April 19, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 3
EE sighed. The room was filled with candles. Rose petals littered the bed. A gorgeous brunette stood in front of him, smiling.
“Did you really just ask if you should change into something more comfortable?” EE shook his head. “Isn't that a little cliché? In fact, this whole setting is unimaginative. As if the whole bachelor auction thing isn’t contrived enough already…really, what would the Robins say? Speaking of, what’s your screen name? Julie? Buffy? Sarah?”
The brunette looked confused.
“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re WW or what’s-his-name from Oregon? Even I have my standards. Although Miss Snark might disagree with that,” he added with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” the brunette interjected, “Miss who? Is she your ex?”
“Oh, come on. KY? Bathtub full of gin? You really don’t know who I’m talking about? Haven’t you read anything on the blog?”
“You have a blog? I manage environments for Blogger,” she said excitedly.
“You mean…you didn’t bid on me in order to get me alone and then force your manuscript on me?”
“No, I’m sorry, I don’t write. I’m a programmer. I just have a thing for mutton chops; I don’t care what you do for a living.”
EE’s eyes filled with tears. “Marry me,” he whispered.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:18 PM