Writing on the Fly

[Diva]

I thought it would be interesting to just pick someone at random and write a short story or description about them... either fictional or real. Look at your quirky coworker or annoying customer... even some stranger you see on the street.

[JakeD]

A total bullshit story, aside from the first sentence and a half.
Just a minute ago, one of my co-workers was walking around with two fake chickens under each arm. After making the obligatory crude comments (i.e. "he loves the cock", "nothing better in the morning than a pair of hard cocks") I realized what he was going to do with them. A woman stood in Aisle 3 complaining about the lack of service here. With a menacing look in his eye, he bellowed and stuffed one of the fake chickens in her gaping maw. A horrified expression glazed over her fat face and her eyes sprung open in surprise. He reared back with the second chicken and hammered its predecessor deep into her open mouth, breaking a few teeth and cracking her jaw. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted to the ground from the pain. He screamed "SERVICE WITH A SMILE, BITCH" in her face, donned a menacing grin, and walked out of the store.

[Diva]

The bus drove by again. They were late. Three seconds late. Margo jotted this down in the bus journal. She sat for a second, then opened the file cabinet and pulled out her first folder. As she dialed the number she randomly chose the disease of the day. Then she heard the familiar voice. She smiled.

"I need to know information on three doctors." Anymore and the operator would have balked. Limit three. She knew how to work the system. As the operator read off the info she scanned the profile in her hands.

"Wait! You sure he went to Yale for medschool?" The operator assured her of this. Margo scanned the profile. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! "I have here that it was Boston University."

The operator's tone sharpened. "Margo. You need to stop calling here. I'm transferring you to relations."

As the phone started ringing she hung up. Fuck them! Margo placed the folder back in the cabinet and reached for folder two. She chose five doctors and dialed the number. This one gives me five. I know my limits...