WGOM CW Survivor Archives – Challenge 19* – Rashomon

After the great outpouring of grief over my not doing the last challenge (let me live in my fantasy world, please), I decided to dash off something real quick. This doesn’t really count, because I already read the other writer’s entries and the judges comments, so I had some ideas what worked, what didn’t, and how others approached it, so consider this something separate from the challenge that happens to follow the same rules.

The rules were to write the same scene from two points of view:

Identilock Employee #74

“Matthew Bernard Achmatowicz”

Identilock Employee #74 muttered under his breath as he waited for his boss (Identilock Employee #13) to appear.  Ever since he had found the files that his company had taken great pains to hide, he had known this was coming.  The only thing left was to discover whether he could convince them to keep him around.  Otherwise he’d be Garbage Collector #4782 by the end of the day.  He thought he had the right information to save his job.  He tried to keep his expression calm, but this was the moment of truth.  He had to stay focused.

The door opened.  His superior entered slowly, obviously not relishing what he had to do.  He sat across from #74 and pondered his underling for a moment before beginning.  He started with a lot of unnecessary introduction, and #74 had to block out this rambling account and keep his focus on what was important.  He tried to stop the babbling by sheer force of will.  “Stop!” he thought at his manager, “just tell me what you decided.”

“So I have arrived at the conclusion that …” #13 paused, seeming to fight against saying the rest of his sentence, “… I will give you a raise and a promotion.”  He finished through gritted teeth.  He stiffly shook #74’s hand and hurried out of the room.

Identilock Employee #13

Identilock Employee #13 paused outside the door.  He hated firing people, especially in this case, because the tech guys said Employee #74’s file couldn’t be found.  It was easier when you had that weapon in your back pocket to remove dissent if necessary.  Nonetheless, this was his job, and stalling wouldn’t help anything.

He entered the room and sat across from #74, who seemed unnaturally calm for someone who would be Garbage Collector #4782 by the end of the day.  Not for the first time, #13 wondered what he could have found on his illegal sprint through the company’s files.  No time for that.  Onward.

He began his termination speech: “You know security is the number one priority here at Identilock.  People trust us with their true names; the names that hold the power of free will.  You know this.  If that security is breached someone could control the actions of anyone whose true name they found merely by saying it aloud.  Therefore, if unlawful access is gained to the database, company policy is to immediately …”

He stopped.   It was time to tell #74 what he had decided.  Normally he had another couple of sentences to dull the impact of the termination, but it seemed like now was the right time.  “So I have arrived at the conclusion that …” Wait, he thought, this is wrong. This isn’t what I decided.  Don’t say it! “… I will give you a raise and a promotion.”

I Am A Liar

I said I would write all the challenges even if I got eliminated from Spookymilk Survivor.

I lied.

Never got around to it this week.

I have an idea for the final challenge, but who knows if I’ll get it together and write it.

Sorry.

A Completely Random Writing Thing

For no reason at all, I decided to write a story that followed this basic plot (stolen from The Berenstein Bears and the Bad Habit)

Sister – I have a bad habit.

Mama – I’ll give you money if you stop.

Sister – Cash up front.

Mama – Ok.

Sister – Done.

My sister always had the fastest hands I ever saw. If you gave her a set of playing cards, she could have them in order from ace to king before you could count to ten. It was always fun to play those games against her, because no one else could do what she did. It was those fast hands that got her in trouble.

The fourth time the answer key disappeared from right under the teacher’s nose, she got caught and sent to the principal’s office. He called our parents.

The principal wanted my sister to see a special doctor who would help stop her from stealing things. Mama was upset and didn’t want her to go, but my sister said she would do it. She said that she realized it was wrong and was setting a bad example for me. She started to cry and everyone rushed to console her.

Mama agreed to pay for the doctor, but the first day my sister went to see him, Mama didn’t have enough money. She asked my sister to ask the doctor if she could pay him next time, but my sister wasn’t gone very long before she came back and said that she needed money to pay the doctor today or he wouldn’t make her better.

I ran up to my room and pulled the principal’s fat wallet from the depths of my sock drawer. My sister gave me back half the money when she got home.

WGOM CW Survivor Archives – Challenge 17 – Describe the Sensation

Pretend you’re trying to explain sight to a blind man, or smell or taste or touch or whatever to a person who can’t, on their own, enjoy such feelings.

I know you don’t want to do this.  I’ve done this before, with others like you, and trust me, “seeing” the sunrise is a life changing experience.  I’ll do my best to describe it to you.  Imagine you’re alone in an empty concert hall before the orchestra arrives.  The engineered acoustics of the place amplify your footsteps and reinforce just how alone you are.  That surreal feeling of isolation is the look of the world just before dawn.  You choose a seat and sit, taking in the silence and the anticipation of the everyday activity, the music that will soon consume this place.  Now it lies dormant, awaiting the awakening of those who will breathe life into the day.  Your subconscious can’t help but exaggerate the small sounds of the hall, the diffuse light of pre-morning, but they are pale next to the fury, the beauty, and the pain of that first note of the symphony, that first ray of pure sunlight reaching over the horizon to burn your cursed vampire flesh to ash.

SPOOKY: So, again, [deciding immunity] is not going to be easy. Who could be unable to “see” a sunrise, I asked myself? Who could “see” but couldn’t…ooooohhhhh. If there’s anything to complain about here, it’s that all the entries so far are apples and oranges. How does one compare apples to oranges?!

BEAU: Heh heh. I already thought this was a fairly good description for a blind man before I got to the ending. Nice. But do vampires have a subconscious? [Editor’s note: No, they don’t, because they’re not real.]

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This was hard.  No immunity for me this week, so hopefully I’ll be back with another challenge next week.