I came across this great writing prompt from Writers Write the other day and I just couldn’t resist using it.
Your antagonist and protagonist are discussing you. Write the scene.
Here’s what I came up with:
“Human,” spat Tuia. “She has no idea who she is trifling with! I could snuff out her puny, insignificant life just like that!” She snapped her fingers at the computer screen, then turned with a flip of her flame red hair and strode toward the wet bar set up in the corner of the library.
“Tuia, she’s a person, just like you or me,” Nora said sharply, throwing a quick, apologetic glance over her shoulder at the author. “She has feelings.”
“Feelings! If you call the sentiments a monkey has feelings!” Tuia picked up the lead crystal decanter and poured herself two fingers of whisky in a matching double old-fashioned. She held the glass up, appraising the fine liquid gold as the light from the fireplace glowed through it, glinting playfully off the cut crystal. She brought the glass to her lips, inhaled its warm, heady aroma. Sipped. Sighed. “I will say one thing for the little beast. She has decent taste in Scotch. This has to be at least a 25-year-old single malt. Speyside, I’d wager. Aged in French oak. Definite notes of cocoa and tropical fruit.”
“Still, Tuia. You can’t just go around talking about humans as though they aren’t people, too. I mean, really. Just because your husband decided he liked sleeping with them better than he liked sleeping with you doesn’t mean you should hold a grudge and try to wipe them off the face of the planet,” Nora said, one side of her mouth drawn up in what the author would swear was a snarky little smirk.
“You bitch!” Tuia shrieked. “If you and your kind hadn’t come along, doctoring the DNA of the indigenous species just so you could set yourself up as gods, none of our problems would exist! Nevermind my ex-husband and his wandering eye, thank-you-very-much, let’s talk about global warming! The demise of over a third of the species we were supposed to protect on this planet! The Great Pacific Garbage Patch! You have your precious little monkeys to thank for that!”
“Oh, get over yourself, Tuia. This is all about your wounded pride and you know it.” Nora turned and leaned in conspiratorially toward the computer screen, continuing in a hushed voice. “Don’t you worry about Tuia and her evil plots to destroy you. I’ll see to her.”