Love Conversation Contest

Our Own Writing Contest

"Good luck."

"Excuse me?"

"You've been staring at that poster for a while now", the lady explained, "You're not submitting?"

"Yeah, right.", the man answered, chuckling. "What do you want?"

The girl softly asked, "Why are you staring at it for so long if you're not entering the writing contest? Surely there must be a reason why?"

"Yeah. Surely you ask a lot.", he said coldly.

"I was just asking.", she defended. "Are you a student here?", she asked the man.

"I'm leaving."

"Okay, sorry. I'm Sheba."

"Good to know. Are you done?", he responded.

"No. What's your life like?", Sheba asked the man, "I uh...", she continued, "I want to enter the contest but I don't know what to write."

"Experience."

"But..."

"I'm not surprised.", the man guessed. "Let's go to the park."

Sheba questioned, "You're willing to help?"

"I haven't left."

"Why the park?", she asked again.

"Why not?"

She looked at him, "You're a stranger."

"You asked for help.", he answered. "Here, take the notebook and pen."

"But..."

He cut her off, "Think about the introduction. What's the purpose of your writing. How you want it to end."

"I chose..."

"Romance. I know.", again, he cut her off. "Think about the movies you've watched or the books you've read.", he quickly explained. "The things you've imagined through your daydreams, write it all down before you type your story. Start it off cliché.", he thought before proceeding, "Like probably you'll want the male character to have a certain way of showing emotion. Keep it mysterious, however. Don't spill it on the first move. Leave your readers questioning the motives behind it all. Then have the female to try to understand him and slowly understanding his way of thinking and fuctioning."

With mouth agapes, she asked, "Are you telling me your story?"

"Past.", he ignored. "Don't forget the past. It's the main thing to talk about. However, again, leave it for later. Let them wonder what's happening. Let them guess."

"Let me write a little, okay?", she stopped him.

"My bad. I apologize."

"That's okay.", she smiled a little. "So what else should I pay attention to?", she asked the unnamed man.

"How do you want it to end?"

She quickly answered, "I want the ending to be unique."

He nodded in reply. "That's good. Then do so."

"May I ask you something now?"

"Go ahead."

She grinned at him. "Let's start easy. What's your name?"

"Devan.", he shortly answered.

"Okay, Devan.", she clasped her hands together. "What's your story?"

He chuckled at that, "Now you're asking for a wedding ring. I'll let you think for a better question."

"Fair enough.", she sighed. After awhile, she asked the now named man, "Do you want ice cream?"