First 1,064 Words of Rough Draft

Scene One

In a shadowy bunker deep within Google UK headquarters, Doctor Strangle hands his assistant, Zolt the flask containing the final version of the next Android smartphone. “Are you sure that you are sure which girl you will give this to?”

“Yes, Master – the blonde one coming in to shop every day. I work in coffee shop as instructed and also watching her three months. Very hard job. She always have coffee after school.” Zolt did his usual grim-faced, nodding-dog impersonation as he spoke.

“Good, good – just make sure there are no mistakes. There is a lot of money riding on the success of this phone. Watch her to make sure that she swallows at least a mouthful. That should be enough for the self-replicating nanobots to get into her system and make their way to her brain. Once they have installed, we will be able to monitor her brain state remotely via Wi-Fi.” With these stern words, Doctor Strangle watched his assistant leave the bunker to make his way to the coffee shop he had worked at for the last month.

Scene Two

Daisy and her two friends walked arm in arm from school to the coffee shop. They were dressed identically in dark brown blazers, white blouses and tartan skirts. They also wore dark tights – thicker now that it was winter – the headmaster was very clear that they should not incite the locals by baring their legs. (Should I make comment about the ultra-short gym-skirts they wear on Wednesdays or would that be too much?)

“Yes! I’ve finally arrived!” said Daisy with a big smile on her face as the Slavic looking coffee shop man handed her a take-away coffee before she could open her mouth. “See – they know my order!”

The coffee man smiled mysterious and waved away her money when she tried to pay. “This is free cup for loyalty to shop,” he said, smiling in return, showing teeth that would have shamed a hyena.

Daisy punched the air as they left the shop, took one tentative sip of the coffee and then grimaced. “Ugh – tastes awful!”

“My mom says that you should taste food three times before deciding whether you should season it,” said Sally, with her usual stuck-up voice.

“Your mom can go and suck my …”

“Michael!” said Daisy, whirling around to face the African almost-man who had fallen into step behind them, “you’re not to say those things in polite company!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right, Daisy Face,” he re-joined, “well how about this – as soon as I find some polite company, I’ll stop.”

Daisy tutted for two reasons – one was that she did not like this boy using her nickname and the other that he had been the bane of her life for too long. He seemed to love baiting her mercilessly for no apparent reason.

“Go away, Michael or I’ll bash you,” said the other one of Daisy’s friends in attendance – the very masculine and bemuscled Bridget, “you will not bother my friend. I know that you fancy her, and you are acting out, but you will find more suitable ways to do it. Now scat.”

Daisy looked at her Germanic friend with a thoughtful expression on her face and thought about what she had said. She did not want to be fancied by anyone thank you very much. Her abuse at the hands of her heavily bearded father had put paid to any thoughts in that direction for the time being. She took a longer sip at the coffee and then another one to show she was willing. Ugh, this is just not working for me, Sally – sorry. Do you want it?”

“No thanks, Daisy – give it to Michael, he’ll take anything you’re willing to give him,” she said with a teasing voice.

“Bleaurgh, no – I don’t want your germs,” said Michael with a shout, and peeled away to cross the road.

They were very soon walking through the city centre and lots of people were milling around them, doing a spot of early Christmas shopping no doubt

“Coffee? Anyone?” said Daisy hopefully, to no-one in particular.

“I’ll have it,” said a cracked voice from somewhere off to her left.

Daisy turned and saw no-one in the empty doorway, then looked again more closely to see a beggar sitting cross legged on the ground surrounded by a litter of greasy looking bags that matched his clothes and hair beautifully. “I’ll have the coffee if it’s going spare, like” he repeated, staring at her kindly from amidst his very hairy face.

Daisy shrank back, appalled at the dirty, greasy, hairiness of him. “Here,” she said to Bridget, by far the bravest of the three, “give him this.” And she handed her the cup.

“Thanking you kindly, Ma’am,” said the beggar as he took the cup. “Can you spare a few coins to help the homeless?” he said, trying his luck, and then, seeing the look of horror on Daisy’s face said “you have a blessed day, thank you again for the drink.”

Daisy watched, aghast, as the greasy man took the cap off the cup and tossed the hot contents down his throat without so much as a grimace.

Scene Three

Daisy was cold, bitterly cold when she woke up the next morning. She had had a very strange night. Flashes of the brightest blue searing the lids of her closed eyes and an almighty headache that kept her tossing and tuning all night without relief.

Then she wakes up, realises she is in the body of a tramp and does the usual things that a person does when that kind of thing happens. (perhaps I could use this: “The five stages, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.“)

This to be continued.

Scene Four

Harry (the tramp) wakes up as a girl. He is more accepting. More on this later.

This to be fleshed out.

Scene Five

Deep in a shadowy bunker, Doctor Strangle and his assistant Zolt monitor the effects of the experiment. They have the power to end the experiment, but do they?

This to be fleshed out.

The End

 

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19 thoughts on “First 1,064 Words of Rough Draft

  1. What kind of feedback are you looking for?
    You asked about the gym skirts – I would say something about the annoyance of dress codes but that’s just me. It bothers me the way girls are told to cover up for the urges of boys and men who apparently don’t know how to control themselves…but like I said, that’s a pet peeve of mine… 😀

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      • I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone feedback about adverbs before… 😛
        Okay, let’s see…I like the dialog. It seems in keeping with teenage girls. I like the thing the girl said about what her mom says. I’m not feeling particularly connected to the characters but that may be because this is only a portion of the story. I’d like to see more of a “voice” in the writing that gives the impression we’re in Daisy’s head. I know it’s 3d person but I liked the part where you wrote, “thank you very much,” because it seems like that’s her personality coming through. And sometimes I feel like you’ve given too much detail or in a place where it seems unnecessary, like talking about her “heavily bearded father,” when she thinks about him. I think that might be better put when she sees the beggar and has a flash of her father’s face or something… I like the premise, I like the fact that these guys have the power to end the experiment but they obviously won’t right away. I’m interested in what their reactions will be. And in the reactions of Daisy but more so Harry. I wonder why it’ll be more easily handled by him.

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      • That’s a whole bunch of very useful feedback that I’ll take into account when I finish the first draft and when I start in the second draft. Some of the things are only there because I’m purposely writing shite at the moment but some of it is stuff that never occurred to me. All feedback is valuable – the former type confirms my own thinking and the latter gives me stuff to work on. What did you you think of the comedy treatment? I reckon that I’m going to write the rest of it with a more serious tone to give contrast, but do you think I should make it all a little less light-hearted? Also – do you think it’s viable for someone that was abused as a pube to be so chirpy with her friends? And also – you were a teenage girl once, so what would your reaction be in finding your consciousness in a tramp one morning. I mean – how would a teenager feel about that? I think Harry would not be so concerned because, to a large extent, he’s opted out from conventional thinking and additionally, he might regard the new body as being a trade-up. What do you think?
        Goodnight, Victoria. 🙂

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  2. If you are going for social commentary it might do to have it a little less light hearted. One of the things I like about science fiction is its ability to draw parallels between our world and whatever world/scenario they’ve made up. But I do think it can be done with comedy…just depends I guess. I suppose that’s not helpful… I also think people have an amazing ability to compartmentalize, so she could act normally around her friends, maybe until she sees someone who reminds her of her father, but you didn’t show that scene anyway. If I woke up as a tramp…lol, I would probably throw up or dry heave because my stomach goes wonky when I’m upset, I would most likely look at my body with disgust, cry, and be totally bewildered and scared. I’d want my mom, but I can’t remember if she’s close with her mom. I don’t know…something I’ve never thought of before (but in thinking about it, my lip automatically curls in disgust, lol) I feel like Harry’s reaction has the possibility to be much more amusing. I think he might think he’s had a mental break but might as well enjoy it while he can. 😀 Or yeah, he doesn’t think conventionally so maybe he’s into gov’t conspiracies and thinks they finally got to him. I don’t know, but his dilemma makes me laugh. Imagine sitting down to pee for the first time in decades. 😛

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