Warning: This feature may contain salty language. Reader discretion is advised...
Note: The conversation below is fully fictional, and no resemblance to any actual event or people is intended.
As the years go by, it seems like context is losing its value in the world. The Internet is filled with clickbait headlines telling you that, "You Won't Believe What Kim Kardashian Just Did!" We're also bombarded with political campaign ads telling us that one candidate is God's gift to the world, while the other is the anti-Christ (though that latter claim is true if we're talking about Donald Trump,) without presenting the full story. It's a terrible trend, but rather than continue to fight it, we've decided to take a peek and see what it's like to work on the other side of the bridge. With that, we give you a new Clearing out the Clutter creative writing feature called, "Conversations Without Context."
Feel free to tell us what you think the following conversation is about, either by emailing us at firstname.lastname@example.org, or leaving a comment on our Facebook page. Here we go...'
"What are you doing here? Oh my god, what the hell did you do?"
"Just calm down and help me fix this. We don't have time to argue."
"Fix this? How the fuck do you think we can 'fix' this? Are you out of your mind? There's no 'fixing' this!. Oh my god, we're so screwed. What were you thinking? We have to call the police."
"If you call the police, I'll tell them you were in on it with me."
"WHAT? Are you fucking kidding me? I didn't have anything to do with this! You know that!"
"It doesn't matter. Look at you and look at me. Who do you think the cops are going to believe? They won't question it for a second. Do you remember where you were at when we first met? Do you? You'll be begging to go back there if the cops get involved, so shut the hell up and help me."
"I hate you. Everyone told me to stay away from you, but I was too stupid to listen."
"I know, but wouldn't you rather hate me from outside of a prison cell? They're going to be here soon, and we need to be long gone before they arrive."
"They're going to kill us for this. That's what's going to happen. They're going to frigging kill us."
"Can. You. Please. STOP. YOUR. WHINING?" I'll kill you myself if you don't shut up and help me."
"It's not like I've got any choice now. What do we do?"
"Finally. I knew you'd come around. Grab your bag and follow me."
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