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<\/a><\/p>\nBetter Writing Initiative is an exercise at improving writing techniques.<\/p>\n
Dialogue uses a picture as inspiration for a dialogue that might be happening between the characters.<\/p>\n
“Do you think they’re seeing us?” Medea asked, staring at the window.<\/p>\n
“Of course not,” Micie answered. “They never look past a glass pane. They’re stupid like that.”<\/p>\n
The woman sighed. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter,” she said. “As nervous as they are, they’ll see us long before we even get close.”<\/p>\n
“What’s up with you?” The cat purred annoyedly. “Where’s your hunting spirit? Your taste for the thrill?”<\/p>\n
Medea sprawled lazily on the sofa, pursing her lips. “How many do you think it takes?” she asked, ignoring the cat’s remarks.<\/p>\n
“Until you can fly?” Micie replied. “Well. I have it on good authority that it takes… hum… at least… thrice… five-ty. My aunt had told me, and she could fly.”<\/p>\n
“That’s not even a number,” Medea replied, rolling around bored on the soft pillows. “And I’ve never seen your aunt fly either.”<\/p>\n
Unflinching, the cat hissed. “You don’t even KNOW my aunt,” she said, not letting her eyes off the window sill. “She could fly from the ground up to the rooftop in one fell swoop.”<\/p>\n
“Jumping. It’s called jumping,” the woman groaned. “Anyone can do it. You can do it. Even I can do it, when I’m in cat-form.”<\/p>\n
Micie did the closest gesture cats could do to shrugging: She shook her neck. “All I know is, she could fly. And it took her four five-two hundred. You don’t need to eat them all at once, though. Just in total.”<\/p>\n
The witch rolled her eyes, and then cast a last glance at the windows, where sparrows had gathered outside, chirping and pecking the time away. If only she could remember the spell that would turn her into bird-form, she wouldn’t have to argue with her damn cat about how many birds she needed to eat in order to fly.<\/p>\n
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