We've all been there- in real life we're capable of reasoned argument and, as rational people, capable of setting aside arguments when the opposing party is disinclined to be reasonable. This is true even though we know the words are not permanent- there's a good chance whoever we were arguing with will never remember exactly what we said. The internet however is a surreal place- words we send out will never go away completely, yet the layer of anonymity we enjoy often leads us to behave as though words online were more fleeting than words spoken to ourselves alone. Sometimes this leads to brutal honesty; sometimes it leads to outright malice. Either way, most of us would be appalled to see someone say the things we've seen online to someone face to face. John is about to say the things he might say online about strangers in real life about people he knows. I want everyone to feel free to write for John, and to take the story in any direction they feel like going (comedy, drama, sci-fi, whatever) but with one catch- make only one post, and then consider yourself banned. Don't write any more, and don't talk to potential other writers about where you see the story going or what the character means to you or try to explain what you meant- once you write, you can only read. Also if you are going to kill John please wait until at least 2 or 3 other people have had a chance to write.
Banned
John was hardly even paying attention. He knew that this was a big deal; his world would never be the same. When your mother dies, the family changes, and certainly some serious conversations to be had with the children. But John was thinking about other things, and his younger brother had to shake him when the priest called him up to say a few words.
"My mother left all her money to charity when she died. I notice that her foundation's president, Max is here today. I'm sure she thought that made her look noble, but I wish she'd left her debts to charity too. My oldest daughter, Jess, was going to start college in a couple of years, but I regret to announce that can't happen now. I'm sorry, Jess, your college education is going to pay off grandma's mortgage. So thanks, mom. Thanks alot for less than nothing. Screw you, Max."
John turned and spat at the coffin, walked out of the church and slammed the doors behind him.
Banned
John was hardly even paying attention. He knew that this was a big deal; his world would never be the same. When your mother dies, the family changes, and certainly some serious conversations to be had with the children. But John was thinking about other things, and his younger brother had to shake him when the priest called him up to say a few words.
"My mother left all her money to charity when she died. I notice that her foundation's president, Max is here today. I'm sure she thought that made her look noble, but I wish she'd left her debts to charity too. My oldest daughter, Jess, was going to start college in a couple of years, but I regret to announce that can't happen now. I'm sorry, Jess, your college education is going to pay off grandma's mortgage. So thanks, mom. Thanks alot for less than nothing. Screw you, Max."
John turned and spat at the coffin, walked out of the church and slammed the doors behind him.
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