Write something about: the maniac.
Yeah, there might be a bit of a darker theme to the prompts until I finish this book. You've been (belatedly) warned.
Speaking of prompts with connections to them, the plan is to return to The Colony on Wednesday. With the late start to things in January I wanted to gradually bring the yearlong prompt back into the first week of each month, without having them come too close together.
I'll aim for the first ten days of March and then we should be back on track come April.
I'm excited to get back to this one, and I'm very glad to see I'm not alone in that regard.
I'm sorry, beg pardon? Could you say that again for me, just one more time?
Ah, I see. I did, in fact, hear you correctly. What a terribly impolite thing to say to someone. Well, to a stranger at least. But to me? A man who has been such a dear and true friend to you for so very many years?
Ghastly. That's what it is, just ghastly.
I mean, is that really what you think of me? Like, really really? Way deep down, right in there where all your squishy bits are stored?
Well I've got news for you, pal. The whole world is crazy. Everybody here is nuts. That's just the way it is, buddy boy. Ain't nobody escaping that one. Just take a look in the mirror and try to tell me I'm wrong.
Not right now, maybe. You're not looking your best, if you don't mind me saying so. Your hair's a bit of a mess. You could use a shave. Those bruises are not very flattering, and all that blood ain't helping matters either.
I gotta tell you, I'm feeling pretty disappointed in you right now. I figured you'd put up more of a fight. You can't tell me you didn't see this coming, right? I mean, if you're such a smart guy - which is what you have always, always told me - then you should've had this figured out a long time ago. I just figured you didn't call the cops because we were such good friends.
Now? Well, now I guess I know better.
That word... that label... it just makes me so... so...
Ah, words are failing me. Again. I've never been good friends with 'em, I'll tell you that much. Not like you, Mr. Yalepants. Just not where my talents lie, I guess. So. Let us be done with all this blathering, shall we?
Let me show you how I feel.