I am working my way through the University of Warwick writing challenges as a way of building my writer’s toolbox, and this was a result of a writing challenge to closely examine my physical self and my belongings and to create a character who was ‘obviously’ me but also not me. The characters in the story are alternate universe versions of myself and a friend. It was a disturbing process to write this.
Bart slumped back in the booth of Starseeds a smirk on his lips. The cracked blue leather poked him in the back. Midnight, and the conversation was finally getting good.
“Of course the Pentagon framed him.” He gestured grandiosely. He knew exactly what he was talking about. He read it on the Internet. “He founded Wikileaks for Christ’s sake. Here he is standing for truth, justice, and the American way, but, sorry, pal. We have copyright on that. They go off making deals with terrorists, and when he publishes the evidence, all of a sudden he’s a suspected rapist? Right. That happens.”
Across the table, Jim nodded. Bart wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. They read the same Internet, of course. And they have had this same discussion three times this week.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if the poster boy for transparency was guilty of a crime and covering it up, though? And if he is guilty, I hope they gut him.”
“Publicly. And they could post the video on his site.” Clearly, someone who demeaned women like that should be taken out.