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“Oooh Girl They All At The Park With This!”

Based on actual events

Roman – I’m gone kill her!
Nubrisco – Calm down, Rome! She not worth your freedom.
Roman – I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m going to jail.
Nubrisco – Man, will you slow down and breathe. Talk to me!
Roman – I’m done talking.
Nubrisco – I can’t let you do this. You not thinking straight. *wraps Roman’s arms up with his and holds him in a standstill*
Roman – Let me go!
Nubrisco – No!

*2 girls walk by*

Chanita – Oooh girl they all at the park with this!
Nubrisco – *lets Roman go*
Roman – *runs off*
Nubrisco – Rome …

*the 2 girls look at Nubrisco with an anticipating stare*

*Nubrisco looks at their curious faces*

Nubrisco – Rome … uhhh how you BEAUTIFUL PRETTY SEXY GORGEOUS HOT ladies doing?
Chanita – Hmmhmm.
Kim – Boy, whatever! *snaps fingers*

*the 2 girls walk off*

Nubrisco – *softly utters* Damn, Rome!

The next day …

Kim – Oh my God, girl. Come here. Look who on the news!
Chanita – Who?
Kim – That’s that guy we saw in the park yesterday who ran off when we caught him hugging the dude who tried to flirt with us. News saying he killed his girlfriend.
Chanita – Damn. I guess he was bi.
Kim – You know what, I don’t think he is. I think he was straight. They probably wasn’t hugging. His friend probably was holding him. I don’t know. But I don’t think we should go to that park again. We should cancel our morning walk.
Chanita – Why? The news said they caught him, though.
Kim – Yeahhhh but what about his friend???
Chanita – Surely you can’t believe his friend would hold us responsible for him letting his friend go ’cause he didn’t want us to think he was gay?
Kim – He just might! I’m not willing to find out. I say we find another park to workout at.
Chanita – Girl, you worry too much. I’m going for my walk.
Kim – Let’s just go to another park.
Chanita – I like that park. How can he blame us for not being strong in his sexuality??? He should’ve kept hugging him. Or holding him, whatever. Plus, we didn’t drive his friend crazy. We not his girlfriend. Look. I’m going to the park in 30 minutes. You coming or not?
Kim – … I can’t. I just can’t. Got a bad feeling about that park. I’m sorry. Let’s just go to another one, ‘Nita.
Chanita – You worry too much!
Kim – *sigh* Well at least talk to me on the phone the whole time you’re there.
Chanita – … ok then. Well I’m mad you got me going alone. But ok. I’ll call you when I get there.

37 minutes later …

Chanita – Girl, I’m 10 minutes into my walk. Nobody out here! You should’ve came! Ugh!
Kim – I apologize. I just couldn’t. I just had these gut feelings when we was watching the news. But you know I would have if you went to another park. It’s one not too far from that one. You too stubborn.
Chanita – No, you worry too much. But anywayyyyys girl, did you see that Vine video of this girl getting hit in the head with a shovel???
Kim – Hahaha. Oh my God! That was the most awkward fight I EVER seen. They up there getting to know each other before the fight, petting animals and shit.
Chanita – The girl in black like what’s your birthday. Haha.
Kim – She was like, “don’t hit me in the face.” You in a fight, dumb ass!
Chanita – You saw when her fat ass friend tried to help her and ran up to the house then her mama came out with that lil’ ass dog? Haha. Girl, I was dying … *breathing hard*
Kim – Girl, you must be having an awesome ass workout? You suddenly started breathing hard as hell. Haha.
Chanita – *drops phone* KIM!!!!!!!!
Kim – Hello? Hello? Hello? Chanita, what’s wrong? Hello? Chanita? Hello? HELLOOOOOOOOOO. SAY SOMETHING! I CAN’T HEAR YOU. CHANITA, YOU THERE? OH MY GOD! HELLOOOOOOO!
Nubrisco – *picks up phone* Well hello there!
Kim – *gasps and drops phone, shattering the glass screen*


The One That Got Away (Lost Love)

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Vicki – This is Harold.

Harold – *extends hand* Hey, I’m Harold. *thinks to self* Wow … she is so pretty!

Her – *shakes hand* Hey.

Harold – *thinks to self* Why she didn’t tell me her name?

30 minutes later …

Her – How long you been here?

Harold – Since October. Were you a part of the group Denise was training?

Her –  Yeah. You know when this is ending?

Harold – They said December 23rd.

Her – What’s that like 3 paychecks for me? *smirks*

Harold – *smirks*

Her – I can’t wait ‘till school starts back.

Harold – You mean the spring semester? When does it start back? January 15th?

Her – Yeah.

Harold – *thinks to self* I love how wavy her hair is.

Hour later …

Harold – What are you going to school for?

Her – To be an Obstetrician. I want to deliver babies.

Harold – *thinks to self* Yeah but whose gonna deliver ours.

Hour later …

Harold – How long have you been wanting to deliver babies?

Her – It takes 12 years to be one. I only been in school for a year and a half.

Harold – Nah, I meant how long have you had the passion to do it?

Her – Since I was 5. I always knew I wanted to be a doctor or obstetrician. I just didn’t know which one.

Harold – Have you delivered one yet?

Her – No.

Harold – *thinks to self* I don’t usually like girls in the medical field but DAMN I like her! Man!

30 minutes later …

Harold – *thinks to self* Why she not asking me questions back? She must not be interested? I don’t like her no more!

15 minutes later …

Her – Can you help me with this?

Vicki – You gotta ask him, baby.

Harold – *thinks to self* That was rude, Vicki. I believe she’s jealous because I’m running my mouth now. But why she didn’t ask me in the first place?! Ugh! I’m not helping her! I don’t like her no more!

Her – Can you? *smiles*

Harold – Yeahhhhh. *thinks to self* Okayyyyy I’m a sucka. I like her again!

15 minutes later …

Harold – *secretly staring at her*

Her – *becoming frustrated* Throws me the blanket.

Harold – *laughing*

2 hours later …

Harold – *thinks to self* I cannot figure her out! Is she just shy and quiet like me? Is that why she’s not talking? I don’t talk to nobody here but I wanna talk to her! Can’t she tell I’m trying to get to know her? But I’m not gone keep asking her questions if she’s just giving answers. You know what, I don’t like her no more!

Her – *walks away from the table*

Harold – *thinks to self* Woo! I like her again!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Harold – I hope she comes back to my table today.

5 minutes later …

Some girl – *sits her stuff on table*

Harold – *thinks to self* Who the hell is this???? Where is my girl?! Oooh there she go! Damn, she walked in a minute too late. Let me wave! Damn, did she see me? She didn’t wave back. Ugh! I don’t like her no more! I’m glad she not at my table!

2 hours later …

Harold – *walking pass her table to get to the break room*

Her – Hey! What time do we go on break?

Harold – Well, my cell go to break now, at 7:45. *stops to get water*

Her – *walks ahead*

Harold – *thinks to self* Why she stop walking? Oh my God! She’s waiting on me! Giggity!

Her – *pulls out her phone* When does this end?

Harold – They said the 23rd.

Her – But it can’t because we don’t work that day.

Harold – Check your calendar on your phone.

Her – That’s what I’m doing.

Harold – *thinking to self* I’m walking with my baby! We moving at the same pace too haha. Maybe I should go to the same break room she is going in? Nah. I need to keep my distance for now. I’m just gone keep walking to the 3rd break room.

3 hours later …

Harold – *walks to her table* It’s lunch time! *thinking to self* Should I sit with her now? Nah. Distance!

Hour later …

Harold – Where is this girl??? She suppose to been back 15 minutes ago. She gone get in trouble! There she go!

Her – *walks to my cell* What time was we suppose to been back?

Harold – Girl, where have you been? I almost came to the break room and snatched you up.

Her – *laughs*

30 minutes later …

Her – *walks to my cell* That lady keep looking at me!

Harold – Who?

Her – *pointing at the lady with her eye direction* The lady with the curly hair. I don’t have no work.

Harold – Just act like you doing something. You want me to bring you some work over there?

Her – Yeah.

Harold – *walks to another table* Hey, do you mind if I get 2 of your totes?

Some lady – Okay.

Harold – *walks to HER table* Here you go! Just work real slow.

Her – Thank you.

Harold – *looking back, staring at her*

25 minutes later …

Harold – *mouths* You need some work?

Her – *mouths* She gone give me some. *walks to my cell* What’s that lady name?

Harold – Denise?

Her – Yeah. She gone bring me some.

30 minutes later …

Her – *walks to my cell*

Harold – She still didn’t bring you none?

Her – Nah.

Harold – You want some of mines?

Her -I’m leaving at 4:30 so it don’t matter.

15 minutes later …

Harold – *looking back, staring at her tapping her pen on table*


Harold – *looks up and sees her with her jacket in her hand* *thinks to self* She didn’t even tell me bye! I don’t like her no more!

20 minutes later …

Lead – Hey young man! Do you know the girl’s name that was at this table?

Harold – No. I think it starts with a K or J. She had to leave at 4. *thinking to self* If I did know it, I wouldn’t tell you no way. Why she asking me this? My back is turnt to the table she was at. Why she didn’t ask the people that was at the table with her? She must saw us talking. I guess being quiet stands out sometimes. I hope she not in trouble!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Harold – *thinks to self* Okayyyyy it’s 6:30. She must be running late!

4 hours later …

Harold – Damn! I believe she got fired.

Friday, December 13, 2013
Harold – Hey, were you a part of the group Denise was training?

Some guy – Yeah.

Harold – What happen to all the people that was with you? What happen to the short …

Some guy – You talking about the girl you was talking to?

Harold – Umm … yeah. *thinking to self* Damn! He seen me too! Was we THAT obvious?

Some guy – Yeah, that’s Tisha! She quit. I  texted her yesterday and asked her where she was at. She said she couldn’t take it!

Harold – I know she had to leave at 4 Wednesday.

Some guy – Yeah, she had a test to take.

Harold – You know what school she go to?

Some guy – Yeah, Northwest.

Harold – Northwest? You mean Southwest?

Some guy – *laughs* Yeah, my bad.

Harold – Thanks! *walks in solitude* *thinks to self* Okay, 4 things! Her name is Tisha. She didn’t get fired. She go to school by my house. And THIS guy has her number! Ugh! Now I gotta be his friend!

2 hours later …

Harold – *thinks to self* This is all my fault! Why do I keep doing this to myself? I’m not a go-getter. Why every time I want something I let it slip through my fucking finger tips! Why do I keep waiting? Knowing our time is limited here. I was gone ask for her number on the last day. I should’ve got it when she had her phone out. Why do I keep waiting? *tears up* I can’t believe I’m actually about to cry over this. I barely knew her! I’m not crying over her. I’m crying because I don’t act when I need to. I keep choking and blowing chances to get what I want when it’s right fucking there. I think too much. This not about girls but about everything. I actually liked her more than Anna! I hope I can see her again. Hopefully, I attract her with my mind. Dammit! It was only 2 weeks left. She couldn’t take that??? She’s a damn quitter! I can’t take it either but I’m persevering. Why didn’t I see this coming??? She was giving me signs. After that lead ask me did I know her I just figured they was gone fire her. I was gone speed up my seduction and get her number today instead of on the last day. Now I may never see her again! What’s the chances of bumping into her at a school I don’t go to no more? She was so perfect for me! WHY DIDN’T I GET HER NUMBER WHEN SHE HAD HER DAMN PHONE OUT?!?! I don’t deserve her number if I’m gone be shy about what I want in life. Why the fuck am I crying? I lost my motivation to be here! Fuck the money! I need to go to the restroom.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Harold – *thinks to self* You know what, soon as I see this dude, I’m gone ask him for her number. Fuck it! I gotta get my girl!

3 hours later …

Harold – *thinks to self* Where the hell is he? He’s usually right there. I wonder is he in another cell. Let me ask Denise.

Denise – Hey Harold.

Harold – Denise, where is the guy that was at that table yesterday?

Denise – He quit!