Title: The cricket
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1 of 1
Disclaimer:The people in this story belong to me, for they are
fictional and I own all that is fictional. Well, ok, just what is in
this story. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's not to bad.
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I
don't know yet *L*.
Summary: The first line of this story had to be "The cricket in the
telephone is still." And the story had to end with the line "Then I
notice a geranium withers on the window sill". By the way, I'm kind of
weird.
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The cricket in the telephone is still. But I know he's there. Mocking
me. Trying to drive me insane. I start to laugh. *Doesn't he realize
that he's to late? I'm already insane.* Bitterness can do that to a
person. He's still there. Waiting for me to do something. Oh, I'll do
something alright. Just not yet. I'll make him wait. It's surprising
how sane I feel now that I've admitted that I'm insane. I can hear the
clock ticking in the background. Can the cricket hear it? I wonder. I
want to slam the phone down repeatedly onto the table, but I don't.
Patience is a virtue. I'll make that damn cricket wonder. Drive him
insane with wonderment. The laughter comes again. This time it's
beginning to sound hysterical. I'm going to have to do something. If I
don't then that cricket will never leave. I play with the lighter
fluid and matches. As the phone burns I laugh. Then a notice a
geranium withers on the window sill.
~~~Ok, then my instructor made us rewrite the sentence within the *-*
3 times as a indirect (renders the feeling of what was said without
directly quoting it), direct (makes the reader feel like they are in
the room with the characters and overhears their conversation in real
time, as it happens) and intermixed (where you mix the types)
dialogue. Anyway, here's the different versions I wrote in case you
are curious. ~~~
InDirect
I yell at the cricket that you can't drive an insane person insane.
That the only thing for me left to become was sane. And sanity wasn't
as fun as people made it out to be.
Direct
I yelled, "LIsten up your moronic cricket! If you want to drive me
insane you are to late. You can't drive an insane person insane. The
only thing left is for me to become sane again. And I'm not doing
that. Do you hear me? Sanity isn't fun. People say it is, but they are
all liars!"
Intermixed
I yelled at the cricket about insanity. "You can't drive an insane
person insane." I told him. Sanity was the only place for me left to
go. And I wasn't going to go without a fight. "Sanity isn't fun.
People say it is but they are all liars." I screamed into the
telephone like a banshee.