Random Dialogue Project
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Oh, also, follow for a semi-sometimes writing prompt.
Oh, also, follow for a semi-sometimes writing prompt.
"Do you remember when we met?" she asked wistfully as he sat quietly on the other sofa.
"Yes, of course," he replied warmly.
"Tell me the story," she gently pleaded.
He took a breath and suddenly had a massive coughing fit.
"Oh, that sucks," she said.
He held up a finger and coughed a lot more.
"Yes, of course," he replied warmly.
"Tell me the story," she gently pleaded.
He took a breath and suddenly had a massive coughing fit.
"Oh, that sucks," she said.
He held up a finger and coughed a lot more.
March 21, 2025 at 5:40 AM
"Do you remember when we met?" she asked wistfully as he sat quietly on the other sofa.
"Yes, of course," he replied warmly.
"Tell me the story," she gently pleaded.
He took a breath and suddenly had a massive coughing fit.
"Oh, that sucks," she said.
He held up a finger and coughed a lot more.
"Yes, of course," he replied warmly.
"Tell me the story," she gently pleaded.
He took a breath and suddenly had a massive coughing fit.
"Oh, that sucks," she said.
He held up a finger and coughed a lot more.
"What are those tattoos?" she mocked.
"Kittens," he replied. "And rainbows and unicorns."
She blushed. "I didn't realize."
"What? That I'm in the Army? That we need to look as hard as possible?"
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Go on home. Go play with your grenades and guns. This is men's work."
"Kittens," he replied. "And rainbows and unicorns."
She blushed. "I didn't realize."
"What? That I'm in the Army? That we need to look as hard as possible?"
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Go on home. Go play with your grenades and guns. This is men's work."
March 8, 2025 at 7:46 PM
"What are those tattoos?" she mocked.
"Kittens," he replied. "And rainbows and unicorns."
She blushed. "I didn't realize."
"What? That I'm in the Army? That we need to look as hard as possible?"
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Go on home. Go play with your grenades and guns. This is men's work."
"Kittens," he replied. "And rainbows and unicorns."
She blushed. "I didn't realize."
"What? That I'm in the Army? That we need to look as hard as possible?"
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Go on home. Go play with your grenades and guns. This is men's work."
"Release the files!" she bleated. "WE THE PEOPLE deserve the TRUTH!"
He sighed. "This again? If the files are made public, they can't receive a fair trial. They'll escape justice."
"Then we'll have to do it ourselves!" she insisted.
He just shook his head. "What about The Constitution?"
He sighed. "This again? If the files are made public, they can't receive a fair trial. They'll escape justice."
"Then we'll have to do it ourselves!" she insisted.
He just shook his head. "What about The Constitution?"
February 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"Release the files!" she bleated. "WE THE PEOPLE deserve the TRUTH!"
He sighed. "This again? If the files are made public, they can't receive a fair trial. They'll escape justice."
"Then we'll have to do it ourselves!" she insisted.
He just shook his head. "What about The Constitution?"
He sighed. "This again? If the files are made public, they can't receive a fair trial. They'll escape justice."
"Then we'll have to do it ourselves!" she insisted.
He just shook his head. "What about The Constitution?"
"Ground Control to Major Tom," she half-sang, jokingly.
He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry, bit distracted today."
"Understandable," she said. "This is a big deal."
"Huge," he nodded.
"Well..." she paused.
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on."
The launch sequence was underway.
He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry, bit distracted today."
"Understandable," she said. "This is a big deal."
"Huge," he nodded.
"Well..." she paused.
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on."
The launch sequence was underway.
February 23, 2025 at 4:59 PM
"Ground Control to Major Tom," she half-sang, jokingly.
He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry, bit distracted today."
"Understandable," she said. "This is a big deal."
"Huge," he nodded.
"Well..." she paused.
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on."
The launch sequence was underway.
He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry, bit distracted today."
"Understandable," she said. "This is a big deal."
"Huge," he nodded.
"Well..." she paused.
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on."
The launch sequence was underway.
"Does he actually think he's King?"
She was unbothered. "Ignore his distractions."
"Yes ma'am," he answered, ceremoniously hypnotized by her command over him.
As he buzzed away to gather more pollen, the Queen chuckled with pity at the orange buffoon, believing himself to be a strong leader.
She was unbothered. "Ignore his distractions."
"Yes ma'am," he answered, ceremoniously hypnotized by her command over him.
As he buzzed away to gather more pollen, the Queen chuckled with pity at the orange buffoon, believing himself to be a strong leader.
February 19, 2025 at 10:58 PM
"Does he actually think he's King?"
She was unbothered. "Ignore his distractions."
"Yes ma'am," he answered, ceremoniously hypnotized by her command over him.
As he buzzed away to gather more pollen, the Queen chuckled with pity at the orange buffoon, believing himself to be a strong leader.
She was unbothered. "Ignore his distractions."
"Yes ma'am," he answered, ceremoniously hypnotized by her command over him.
As he buzzed away to gather more pollen, the Queen chuckled with pity at the orange buffoon, believing himself to be a strong leader.
"The Kennedy Center will have decent programming, not DRAG SHOWS!! she railed.
"What other shows did they have?" he asked.
"NO IDEA!" she screeched.
"So what would be better?" he asked.
"NOT DRAG SHOWS, OBVIOUSLY!"
"Did they do only drag shows?"
"BLOCKED!" she said out loud, to her neighbor.
"What other shows did they have?" he asked.
"NO IDEA!" she screeched.
"So what would be better?" he asked.
"NOT DRAG SHOWS, OBVIOUSLY!"
"Did they do only drag shows?"
"BLOCKED!" she said out loud, to her neighbor.
February 12, 2025 at 10:02 PM
"The Kennedy Center will have decent programming, not DRAG SHOWS!! she railed.
"What other shows did they have?" he asked.
"NO IDEA!" she screeched.
"So what would be better?" he asked.
"NOT DRAG SHOWS, OBVIOUSLY!"
"Did they do only drag shows?"
"BLOCKED!" she said out loud, to her neighbor.
"What other shows did they have?" he asked.
"NO IDEA!" she screeched.
"So what would be better?" he asked.
"NOT DRAG SHOWS, OBVIOUSLY!"
"Did they do only drag shows?"
"BLOCKED!" she said out loud, to her neighbor.
"Even if things could be changed in the next election, the attitudes will remain," she began.
"So, it's not just a matter of electing a new president?" he asked.
"Whiplash can't cure whiplash," she concluded.
"Humans..." he sneered as they both severed the uplinks to their Earthling avatars.
"So, it's not just a matter of electing a new president?" he asked.
"Whiplash can't cure whiplash," she concluded.
"Humans..." he sneered as they both severed the uplinks to their Earthling avatars.
February 10, 2025 at 4:27 PM
"Even if things could be changed in the next election, the attitudes will remain," she began.
"So, it's not just a matter of electing a new president?" he asked.
"Whiplash can't cure whiplash," she concluded.
"Humans..." he sneered as they both severed the uplinks to their Earthling avatars.
"So, it's not just a matter of electing a new president?" he asked.
"Whiplash can't cure whiplash," she concluded.
"Humans..." he sneered as they both severed the uplinks to their Earthling avatars.
"What kind of mileage does she get?"
"500 miles on a charge," he said, trying not to overhype.
"Do I need any kind of special wiring?"
"Standard 220."
He rubbed his chin. "Okay, I'll take her!"
She smiled at him, then glanced away.
"I've been so lonely" he said, walking her to his speedboat.
"500 miles on a charge," he said, trying not to overhype.
"Do I need any kind of special wiring?"
"Standard 220."
He rubbed his chin. "Okay, I'll take her!"
She smiled at him, then glanced away.
"I've been so lonely" he said, walking her to his speedboat.
February 9, 2025 at 6:05 PM
"What kind of mileage does she get?"
"500 miles on a charge," he said, trying not to overhype.
"Do I need any kind of special wiring?"
"Standard 220."
He rubbed his chin. "Okay, I'll take her!"
She smiled at him, then glanced away.
"I've been so lonely" he said, walking her to his speedboat.
"500 miles on a charge," he said, trying not to overhype.
"Do I need any kind of special wiring?"
"Standard 220."
He rubbed his chin. "Okay, I'll take her!"
She smiled at him, then glanced away.
"I've been so lonely" he said, walking her to his speedboat.
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Lifehack: break ur old bad habits by replacing them with new bad habits
February 4, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Lifehack: break ur old bad habits by replacing them with new bad habits
"Sir?" She was deeply puzzled by his body language.
"It's over," he sighed. "We've lost... everything we fought for."
It didn't register. "Are you hungry?"
He plugged a cable into her sensory input and uploaded his emotional imprint.
"Oh," she sighed. "It's tragic, Sir."
He wept. "Yes, tragic."
"It's over," he sighed. "We've lost... everything we fought for."
It didn't register. "Are you hungry?"
He plugged a cable into her sensory input and uploaded his emotional imprint.
"Oh," she sighed. "It's tragic, Sir."
He wept. "Yes, tragic."
February 7, 2025 at 7:59 PM
"Sir?" She was deeply puzzled by his body language.
"It's over," he sighed. "We've lost... everything we fought for."
It didn't register. "Are you hungry?"
He plugged a cable into her sensory input and uploaded his emotional imprint.
"Oh," she sighed. "It's tragic, Sir."
He wept. "Yes, tragic."
"It's over," he sighed. "We've lost... everything we fought for."
It didn't register. "Are you hungry?"
He plugged a cable into her sensory input and uploaded his emotional imprint.
"Oh," she sighed. "It's tragic, Sir."
He wept. "Yes, tragic."
"I have an awful headache," he said.
"My friend gets headaches when they are taken at night," she replied.
"What the fuck?"
"You know, taken. [whispering] a l i e n s."
"No, I mean, you have a friend?"
She squinted.
"Oh, hey, I was just k-"
The dart hit him between his eyes.
"Better?"
"My friend gets headaches when they are taken at night," she replied.
"What the fuck?"
"You know, taken. [whispering] a l i e n s."
"No, I mean, you have a friend?"
She squinted.
"Oh, hey, I was just k-"
The dart hit him between his eyes.
"Better?"
February 7, 2025 at 3:05 AM
"I have an awful headache," he said.
"My friend gets headaches when they are taken at night," she replied.
"What the fuck?"
"You know, taken. [whispering] a l i e n s."
"No, I mean, you have a friend?"
She squinted.
"Oh, hey, I was just k-"
The dart hit him between his eyes.
"Better?"
"My friend gets headaches when they are taken at night," she replied.
"What the fuck?"
"You know, taken. [whispering] a l i e n s."
"No, I mean, you have a friend?"
She squinted.
"Oh, hey, I was just k-"
The dart hit him between his eyes.
"Better?"
"Well, we tried," he said, his tone steeped in exhaustion and defeat.
"Did we?" she asked.
"I mean, we tried to tell people."
She thought a moment. "But what did we actually do? Write a post?"
It was quiet for a while.
"It had 17 'Love' reactions though," he pleaded.
"We tried," she whispered.
"Did we?" she asked.
"I mean, we tried to tell people."
She thought a moment. "But what did we actually do? Write a post?"
It was quiet for a while.
"It had 17 'Love' reactions though," he pleaded.
"We tried," she whispered.
February 5, 2025 at 12:58 PM
"Well, we tried," he said, his tone steeped in exhaustion and defeat.
"Did we?" she asked.
"I mean, we tried to tell people."
She thought a moment. "But what did we actually do? Write a post?"
It was quiet for a while.
"It had 17 'Love' reactions though," he pleaded.
"We tried," she whispered.
"Did we?" she asked.
"I mean, we tried to tell people."
She thought a moment. "But what did we actually do? Write a post?"
It was quiet for a while.
"It had 17 'Love' reactions though," he pleaded.
"We tried," she whispered.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Private Kipp stood at attention.
"Relax, son," replied the General. "It's just you and me here."
"Yes Sir," replied Kipp.
"Son," the General began, "It's over."
"Sir?"
"The war, son. The war is over."
Kipp woke, drenched in sweat, bullets whizzing by.
"Thank God."
"Relax, son," replied the General. "It's just you and me here."
"Yes Sir," replied Kipp.
"Son," the General began, "It's over."
"Sir?"
"The war, son. The war is over."
Kipp woke, drenched in sweat, bullets whizzing by.
"Thank God."
February 5, 2025 at 3:10 AM
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Private Kipp stood at attention.
"Relax, son," replied the General. "It's just you and me here."
"Yes Sir," replied Kipp.
"Son," the General began, "It's over."
"Sir?"
"The war, son. The war is over."
Kipp woke, drenched in sweat, bullets whizzing by.
"Thank God."
"Relax, son," replied the General. "It's just you and me here."
"Yes Sir," replied Kipp.
"Son," the General began, "It's over."
"Sir?"
"The war, son. The war is over."
Kipp woke, drenched in sweat, bullets whizzing by.
"Thank God."
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, annoyed that she was barely listening to his story.
"I can't connect to the network," she replied.
"Is that all?" he laughed, resetting the router. "Better?"
"At last transmission, the network was offline."
Her humanoid body slumped.
Across town, sirens.
"I can't connect to the network," she replied.
"Is that all?" he laughed, resetting the router. "Better?"
"At last transmission, the network was offline."
Her humanoid body slumped.
Across town, sirens.
February 5, 2025 at 3:05 AM
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, annoyed that she was barely listening to his story.
"I can't connect to the network," she replied.
"Is that all?" he laughed, resetting the router. "Better?"
"At last transmission, the network was offline."
Her humanoid body slumped.
Across town, sirens.
"I can't connect to the network," she replied.
"Is that all?" he laughed, resetting the router. "Better?"
"At last transmission, the network was offline."
Her humanoid body slumped.
Across town, sirens.
"I dropped my keys," he said.
"So pick them up," Jenny replied.
"I can't," he said. "They're in the Mesozoic Era."
A butterfly burst into flames.
"So pick them up," Jenny replied.
"I can't," he said. "They're in the Mesozoic Era."
A butterfly burst into flames.
February 4, 2025 at 8:34 PM
"I dropped my keys," he said.
"So pick them up," Jenny replied.
"I can't," he said. "They're in the Mesozoic Era."
A butterfly burst into flames.
"So pick them up," Jenny replied.
"I can't," he said. "They're in the Mesozoic Era."
A butterfly burst into flames.
"Men never wear tall boots on the beach anymore," she complained, wistfully.
"What men?" he asked.
"The men with the tall boots, and guns, and radios," she listed.
"Oh, the police searching for your corpse?" he deduced.
"Yes, them," she said, suddenly fading into a mist.
"What men?" he asked.
"The men with the tall boots, and guns, and radios," she listed.
"Oh, the police searching for your corpse?" he deduced.
"Yes, them," she said, suddenly fading into a mist.
February 4, 2025 at 8:33 PM
"Men never wear tall boots on the beach anymore," she complained, wistfully.
"What men?" he asked.
"The men with the tall boots, and guns, and radios," she listed.
"Oh, the police searching for your corpse?" he deduced.
"Yes, them," she said, suddenly fading into a mist.
"What men?" he asked.
"The men with the tall boots, and guns, and radios," she listed.
"Oh, the police searching for your corpse?" he deduced.
"Yes, them," she said, suddenly fading into a mist.
"That house is haunted," she said, timidly. "We don't go there."
"I'm not scared," he boasted, and without hesitation he marched up and pressed his face to the dingy glass.
"Let's go," she pleaded.
But it was already too late: a ghost had materialized and was holding a banjo.
"I'm not scared," he boasted, and without hesitation he marched up and pressed his face to the dingy glass.
"Let's go," she pleaded.
But it was already too late: a ghost had materialized and was holding a banjo.
February 4, 2025 at 8:32 PM
"That house is haunted," she said, timidly. "We don't go there."
"I'm not scared," he boasted, and without hesitation he marched up and pressed his face to the dingy glass.
"Let's go," she pleaded.
But it was already too late: a ghost had materialized and was holding a banjo.
"I'm not scared," he boasted, and without hesitation he marched up and pressed his face to the dingy glass.
"Let's go," she pleaded.
But it was already too late: a ghost had materialized and was holding a banjo.
"What breed are they?" She was equal parts curious and enchanted.
"Goldens," he replied.
"Do they bite?" she quizzed.
"Yes."
She backed away. "I must be getting home now."
But it was too late. The largest golden flower lurched forward, took hold, injected its venom, and fed.
"Goldens," he replied.
"Do they bite?" she quizzed.
"Yes."
She backed away. "I must be getting home now."
But it was too late. The largest golden flower lurched forward, took hold, injected its venom, and fed.
February 4, 2025 at 8:24 PM
"What breed are they?" She was equal parts curious and enchanted.
"Goldens," he replied.
"Do they bite?" she quizzed.
"Yes."
She backed away. "I must be getting home now."
But it was too late. The largest golden flower lurched forward, took hold, injected its venom, and fed.
"Goldens," he replied.
"Do they bite?" she quizzed.
"Yes."
She backed away. "I must be getting home now."
But it was too late. The largest golden flower lurched forward, took hold, injected its venom, and fed.
"What should I do?" she asked, nervously.
"Follow your heart, obviously," he was colder than usual.
She looked at her heart, now in a medical transport container having matched a transplant recipient.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
He softened. "Don't be. The worst is over now."
"Follow your heart, obviously," he was colder than usual.
She looked at her heart, now in a medical transport container having matched a transplant recipient.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
He softened. "Don't be. The worst is over now."
February 4, 2025 at 8:23 PM
"What should I do?" she asked, nervously.
"Follow your heart, obviously," he was colder than usual.
She looked at her heart, now in a medical transport container having matched a transplant recipient.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
He softened. "Don't be. The worst is over now."
"Follow your heart, obviously," he was colder than usual.
She looked at her heart, now in a medical transport container having matched a transplant recipient.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
He softened. "Don't be. The worst is over now."
"They have this new kind of train," he struggled for air.
"Dad, save your strength," she urged, knowing he would soon be dead.
"It looks for lost trains," he stammered.
"Dad. Please."
He fell silent.
Suddenly he whispered, "They call it a search engine."
She nodded and pulled the plug.
"Dad, save your strength," she urged, knowing he would soon be dead.
"It looks for lost trains," he stammered.
"Dad. Please."
He fell silent.
Suddenly he whispered, "They call it a search engine."
She nodded and pulled the plug.
February 4, 2025 at 8:21 PM
"They have this new kind of train," he struggled for air.
"Dad, save your strength," she urged, knowing he would soon be dead.
"It looks for lost trains," he stammered.
"Dad. Please."
He fell silent.
Suddenly he whispered, "They call it a search engine."
She nodded and pulled the plug.
"Dad, save your strength," she urged, knowing he would soon be dead.
"It looks for lost trains," he stammered.
"Dad. Please."
He fell silent.
Suddenly he whispered, "They call it a search engine."
She nodded and pulled the plug.
She opened her gift and began to cry.
"You don't like it?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Please," she said, "Please stop spending money on CPR dummies."
She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"I... I'm sorry," he stammered, slowly gathering up the remaining seven unopened gift boxes.
"You don't like it?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Please," she said, "Please stop spending money on CPR dummies."
She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"I... I'm sorry," he stammered, slowly gathering up the remaining seven unopened gift boxes.
February 4, 2025 at 8:13 PM
She opened her gift and began to cry.
"You don't like it?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Please," she said, "Please stop spending money on CPR dummies."
She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"I... I'm sorry," he stammered, slowly gathering up the remaining seven unopened gift boxes.
"You don't like it?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Please," she said, "Please stop spending money on CPR dummies."
She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"I... I'm sorry," he stammered, slowly gathering up the remaining seven unopened gift boxes.