Make a post that is only back-and-forth dialogue, with no description or tags. As always, it may be fiction or nonfiction, prose or poetry, or any other form you care to use. If you want an additional prompt for your dialogue, you can use Wrong Place, Right Time,” but this is strictly optional.

Modifying this prompt somewhat for myself: select a scene from your work-in-progress and post ONLY the dialogue as an entry. The catch: dialogue must revolve around at least three or four characters (because only two wouldn’t be as much fun). No lead-ins, no scene explanations. The objective isn’t to figure out what’s going on, but to see how distinct each character’s voice is.


“My name is Hans Peets. I am General Tavenner’s attorney.” 

“And a dwarf, if I ever saw one. They call me the Sarge. Leader of the 108th Air Division, of Faer. For the last fourteen years, we were ordered to watch over you and your mother. She knew, of course. About us, about the cat lady. Nothing gets past Ettie.”

“My mother? That’s impossible, she… a-and he’s a dwarf?”

Thort and thocky people. Alwayth mining thingth. Carrieth loth and loth of axeths.”

“Not all of us cater to stereotype.”

“Never trusted dwarfs, myself. You oughtn’t grow them so long if you don’t want ’em mistaken for nests.”

“I hate to interrupt, but I’d really like to know what’s going on, if you all don’t mind.”

“My apologies.  I intended to wait outside, but when I saw it arriving, I could not allow it to roam where others could see.”

“So you broke in instead. Bully for you.”

“But… nobody else in school could see it.”

“It is not other humans I am worried about. People in these outlands have always been blind to what they do not believe in.”

“You worked for my father? And you’re a… you’re a…”

“A dwarf.”

“A lawyer. Several years ago, your father sent the 108th Air Division – the Sarge here, and his pigeons – to protect you and your mother. There are many who would attack the General through his army, and not all of them nightwalkers. But now your father seeks to bring you back to Faer, as you have no other living relations in the outlands. The arrival of your firebird, however, has complicated matters.”

“But I don’t have a… did you say firebird?”

“Glowy bird. Shootth fire.”

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