Writing Competition (Bettie Entry)

Apple Pie A la Mode

By Bettie

Are you sure?

Yeah. I got straight from the big man himself.

Shit.

Yeah.

How soon?

Tomorrow.

Shit

Yeah.

Can I get you folks some more coffee?

Sure.

Sir?

Yeah, Okay.

Aw, y’all look so sad, would you like some pie?

Yeah, okay.

Great! We have apple, pea-

Apple’s fine.

I’ll put a great big heap of ice cream on top for you, okay?

Thanks.

I’d fuck her.

You’d fuck anything that moved.

Not everything. I don’t want to fuck a dog.

That implies that you’d fuck some sort of animal.

Well, today I might, fuck it, why not?

You’re gross.

Says the woman who fucked a cucumber.

Many people have fucked cucumbers. It’s a thing.

Here’s your pie!

Shirley, you’ve fucked a cucumber, haven’t you?

I-what?

You know, gotten so horny you go and get a cuke out the fridge and fuck yourself with it

I don’t think I should-

Oh come on. You don’t know us, we don’t know you. Who we gonna tell?

I-um- uhhh

Don’t worry about it, Shirl. Thanks for the pie.

Um, okay.

Why you gotta be such an asshole?

What? I wanted to prove to you that it’s a thing.

But cmon, shes a nice girl.

Nice ass too.

You’re fucking gross.

So tomorrow?

Yeah.

What’s gonna happen?

Boss says it’s gonna be amazing.

Hail and brimstone?

I don’t know.

Just “Spectacular” he said.

Wow.

Yeah.

So what now?

What about us you mean?

Yeah.

It’s over tomorrow.

I know. Everything’s over tomorrow

We had plans.

I know.

Maybe we can speed it up?

Maybe. I don’t want to be there for it.

I don’t either.

What do you suggest?

We can get some pills, or a gun.

Guns are messy. Let’s do the pills.

Okay.

You’re oddly calm about it.

I’m with you. Nothing can faze me.

Damn.

Any regrets?

I guess I wish I had told you earlier I loved you.

Tell me now.

I love you, Maggie.

I love you, Sam.

I’ll miss you.

We’ll be together, there.

Yeah, but I’ll miss you here.

Okay, once.

What?

With a carrot

A carrot?

It was huge

Didn’t think you had it in you, Shirley.

Here’s a twenty.

Oh wow, thanks. But you just had coffee.

And pie

And pie. Are you sure?

Sure, Shirley.

Thanks.

No problem.

Maggie?

Yeah?

Let’s go. We have a few drugstores to hit up.

Have a good day you two!

Thanks Shirley! Stay away from that salad!

Oh Maggie.

The Boy, The Girl, and The Wall (Short Original)

Once there were a boy and a girl. They never knew of each other because they lived on opposite sides of a giant wall. Both of them were lonely and hurt, seeking comfort. And each night they would both walk along this great wall looking for something, anything that would take their minds off the pain of being at home and dealing with the tragedies they lived through daily. It was a while, many, many months that they would walk the wall and listen for something.

One night in the middle of the endless and infinite wall the boy found a hole in the giant and so did the girl. The same hole. They could look across and see the other. Each stared wide eyed and smiling at the other, not believing that they'd found each other. They said their names and talked for hours and hours, the sun setting and rising with them still smiling at each other. With a sad smile they said goodbye for the day and went back to their lives, but promising to come back to the hole in the wall to talk to each other.

Suddenly the days didn't feel so long, their problems not so huge, their lives not so empty. And so it went. Each night the boy and the girl would meet at their hole and discus everything they could until as late as they could stand. And every time they said goodbye they would promise to see the other the next day. So bewildered they were by each other they would share all they were, all their secrets, their fears. She would write pretty poems for him and he'd sing to her, their relationship growing by the day.

Then one day, while not saying a thing and simply enjoying the company they gave each other the boy confessed he loved her. The girl cried tears of joy and said she loved him, too. And for a time they lived as much as they could at that little hole in that incredible wall as high as the sky and as long as the horizon, telling each other how much they loved the other.

Then the girl had to stop coming to their hole everyday. Although the boy would wait as long as he physically could sometimes she wouldn't come for days, her life had changed, her time was needed elsewhere. He vowed to never let her forget that he loved her. He wrote love notes and left them for her, every day as they had before. Sometimes the notes would pile up to a few at a time, other times they were gone. Once or so a week they'd be able to see each other, tell each other their lives and discuss the future and the past. But more often than not the boy would leave a note, making her feel beautiful with his words.

Then one day the notes stopped disappearing. She hadn't come for them in days. Slowly days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Then one day the boy was sitting by the hole when he heard two voices on the other side talking about the girl that was just married by the same name as the one he had loved. The boy stood silently and wiped his eyes of the tears and walked away from the wall, from his notes, and from the girl. He was alone once more.