School, Part 1

Monday, October 3rd was an ordinary school day for the students of Literacy High School. Everyone knew that tomorrow was the big match against their rivals at Illiteracy, but the teachers were competent enough to keep most of the problem students focused and on task. Most. Not all. Please join me for the school day of Simile and Metaphor as they try and navigate the pointless hallways of public education.

OoO

"Please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance" 

Simile: *stands* This is as stupid as walking my dog. I mean, seriously.


Metaphor: Sim! Respect for one's country should be valued beyond all else.

Simile: *blinks* I can't be leave I get stuck with you in every class. You're even my lab partner! It's like pulling my brains out though my ears!

Metaphor: Shh!

"I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America. And to the Republic, for which it stands, one Nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." You may be seated.

Metaphor: And you think this is easy for me? Not at all. We are different, Sim, but we must attempt to be-- *thinking*

Simile: *smirks* Yes?

Metaphor: A well earned silence is worth a thousand words.

Simile: I hate the thousand words one. It's as over used as a kid in a candy store.

Metaphor: And I need only five words to compare you to a platypus.

Simile: *eyeroll* Someone give the kid a medal, he's as smart as Newton.

Metaphor: You probably think Schrodinger is the actual name of the cat.

Simile: ...What?

Metaphor: Einstein. *end sarcasm*

Bell! Proceed to your first period class.

Simile: Which day is it today?


Metaphor: A, Sim. A. It's the first day of the week.

Alliteration: Salutations Simile! Mornin' Metaphor.

Metaphor: Someday soon, you'll figure out a different greeting, or you'll end up burning on a sidewalk. So. So alone.

Alliteration: *chants* Meanie Mr. Metaphor. Meanie Mr. Metaphor!

Simile: If it's A... That means our first class is English, right? Good. At least we don't have the worst subject since the elimination of logic until third period today.

Everyone, everywhere: *stops* *stares*

Simile: What?

Alliteration: 'mile... misused... metaphor... *shock*

Simile: Uhoh. >.>

Metaphor: Guy. It's not that big of a deal. Sure she's annoying, and sharing with her pretty much equals sharing with a five year old, but Sim can use a metaphor if she needs.

Simile: I'm going to go eat a worm now. Siiiighs.

Alliteration: Egah! English, 'E. Elope to English!

Simile: And the English language was used like a blunt club on the heads of idiots.

Alliteration: What?

Metaphor: *snickers*

In English:

Allegory: *hands up*

Mrs. Poet: Yes, Allegory?

Allegory: Couldn't these books be seen as an allegory for Christ's sacrifice on the cross, his resurrection, and everything?

Mrs. Poet: Allie, I can't--

Metaphor: *whispers* And the public school system writhed in the agony of chaos.

Simile: *snicker*

Mrs. Poet: *rambles on about pointless, meaningless stuff for the next fifteen minutes*

Allegory: *smirks*

Alliteration: *yawns*

Foil: *huffs*

Mrs. Poet: Foil? You have something to share with the class?

Foil: No. *shrugs* I hate school.

Alliteration: Hate 'heducation! Horrible!

Metaphor: *grumbles* Fingernails on chalk board.

Simile: *nods*

Foil: I mean, we could be outside, learning about rocks, or actually reading a book instead of having it force-feed down our throats. Seriously Mrs. Poet, can't we actually learn something for once in our lives?

Satire: Preach it, brother!

Class and Teacher: Satire! You aren't allowed to talk.

Satire: Geez...

Foil: *grins*

Mrs. Poet: *launches another thirty minute lecture on the value of learning English the way the school teaches it*

Class: *siiiiiiigh*

-forty-five minutes later

Bell! Please proceed to your second period class.

Passive Chapter Hides Under a Tablecloth

Prophecies, Promises and Predicaments: -hiding- Hello. I'm PPP. I'm hiding because -

-BANG-

PPP: Oopsie. There goes Inciting Incident again. -nervous laugh- Heehee... I live in a house full of crazies. Actually, it's not so much of a house as a -

-BANG-

PPP: - as an underground bunker. We had to move when II turned 13. Teenagers... y'know how that is. -another nervous laugh-

New World: -peeks under table cloth- I FOUND YOU! -gigglegigglegigglegigglesnicglegiggle-

PPP: -backs up with wide eyes- Uh, hi NW... yup, that's you isn't it? Always making new discoveries about -

Embracing Destiny: A whole new wooooooorrrrrld! A dazzling place I never knew! ^_^ Hi, guys!

NW: =D Hi ED!

PPP: =_= Hello, ED.

NW: Come on under the table cloth! -plops down next to PPP and gestures for ED to follow-

ED: Nah. I gotta spread the news.

PPP: The news that you found your purpose in life? Yeah, that happens every day, ED. It's getting kind of old.

NW: Did you just say the o word? -shudders- No. No. Not the old world.

ED: -giggles- Good one, NW! -scampers off-

NW: -snicker-

PPP: -ssiiiiighslllump-

-shadow falls over the scene- -tall figure in dark cloak stands looking under the table cloth-

Black Moment: -glares suspiciously- What is going on under there? I heard giggling.

NW: =D Yup.

BM: >:( Why is this table cloth RED? I hate red.

Failure: -wanders by with dark circles under eyes- I thought you liked red. The color of blood, remember?

NW: -snickers-

BM: NO! -rawr- THIS IS CHERRY RED! I CAN'T STAND CHERRY RED! -storms off to bite Failure's head off-

PPP: Okay, well, have fun NW. I'm going somewhere else to get some peace and quiet. >.< -runs out ducking and wincing-

(some other random time when I feel like doing this, look out for part two which involves Middle Cycle, Lessons, Atonement and Achievement, Coming Storm, Showdown, and Denouement)

The C Collection

Comic: Hi.

-pause-

Cliche: Come on Comic! Say something!

Comic: Something.

Cliche: -headdesk- I've put SO much work into you and you STILL aren't behaving. Some action, please! You survived your coaching. You know what to do! You can do it Comic! Show me the good stuff!

Comic: -blinks- -mutters- I hate my job.

Character: Yes Comic, we know. You grouse about it all the time.

Climax: I LOVE my job.

Cliche: YES, Climax, we know.

Comic: -mutters- You boast about it all the time.

Caitlin: Ah! -bouncing off the walls-

Character, Climax, Cliche and Comic: -stare at her-

Comic: Wha-?

Cliche: Charrie, who is she?

Character: DON'T call me that. -glowers- Ask the author. I haven't communicated with her.

Caitlin: -glomps Cliche- I'm an AUTHOR, silly goose.

Character, Climax, Cliche and Comic: -stare-

Comic: I'm going to go find Sandy. She's tolerable. -wanders away-

Cliche: -snickers-

Critique: People, let's find something constructive to do. -glaring at Cliche-

Cliche: Go 'way, Critique. I hate you!

Character: You hate everyone.

Critique: Actually, no, he loves everyone. And that there is the problem.

Cliche: -grumbles-

Caitlin: WHHHHHHEEEEEE! I'm hyper!

Climax: Why is she here?

Cliche: No one knows.

Climax: Helpful, Cliche. Helpful.

Character: Meh.

Critique: Oh come on Character. Have more personality.

Cliche: No Character! Resist her influence! Stay strong!

Critique: Annoying little rabbit.

Cliche: Rabbit? Really Critique, be more like Creativity.

Creativity: HI GUYS!

Critique: NO! -runs away from Creativity-

Cliche: YES! Good job Creativity! You've got rid of her.

Critique: -yells- NOT ENTIRELY!

Character: Sigh.

Comic: -from far away- They always end up doing my job anyway. Siiiiiigh. I'm just so unimportant.

Caitlin: I'm HYPER!

Draft Wars

Draft I: Creative! Hahaha! I like you, writer.

Draft II: Manipulative.

Draft III: SENTENCE FRAGMENT!!!

Draft I: Hee hee, you're such a hypocrite Draft III.

Draft III: 'Hee' is not a word.

Draft II: EVERYBODY STOP! Now, line up against that wall in order of age. Has anybody seen Draft IV or V?

Draft I: -lines up at Draft III's right-

Draft III: -lines up at Draft I's left-

Draft I: -pokes Draft III-

Draft III: -pokes Draft I-

Draft I: -poke-

Draft III: -poke-

Draft I: -poke-

Draft III: -poke-

Draft I: -poke-

Draft III: -poke-

Draft I: -poke-

Draft III: -poke-

Draft II/Me: STOP!

Draft III: SENTENCE FRAGMENT!

Draft I: -collapses into a pile of paper-

Draft II: AHH! HE'S OUT OF LINE! GET HIM BACK IN LINE!

Draft III: You are so OCD.

Draft II: SHUT UP!

Me: Er... <.< Save me.

Creative: Can I Get 10 Billion Headdesks...?

Formal: In euro's, please.

Creative: -sits in the corner, sulking-

Formal: -looks around the room- -straightens his tie- Hello, everyone. My name is Formal E. Writing and I will be your guide for this evening. Currently, one of the authors of this brilliant if slightly uncouth blog is sitting behind a keyboard, letting me vent her frustrations. I can only assume that the other writer is trapped behind the wonderful mires of editing that Creative was so happy to provide.

Creative: -sticks out her tongue-

Formal: Behave, sister. We have guests. There are many differences between my sister and I, as I am sure any of you experienced writers have picked up on. While Creative has many children, such as Short Story, Novel, Screenplay, and all my other -cough-annoying-cough- nieces and nephews, my children are the refined Research, Thematic, Persuasive, Editorial, and a few others.

Thematic: Hi Dad! Hi Auntie!

Creative: -brightens slightly- Hi 'Ematic.

Formal: Thematic, son, I'm busy, right now.

Thematic: -joins Creative in the corner- -sulks-

Research: -watching the scene, jotting down notes on a piece of yellow paper-

Formal: Formal writing is a joy to behold when done properly. A scientific paper that brims full of words that only us geniuses can understand, or maybe even a persuasive article that changes the course of history. Those. Those wonderful moments are what makes writing so important!

Creative: -huffs-

Formal: At present, Research and I are helping our current authoress with a paper about the economic crisis in the European Union. It is a fascinating subject, really. As is the discussion that her English class had yesterday on the connection between fast food restaurants and obesity.

Creative: >.<

Formal: -clears his throat- I would like to say that formal writing is much more beneficial than creative writing, a thousand pardons to my dear sister. But formal writing is just so much more important. And I've brought my sons Research and Persuasive to help prove my point. Thematic, stay in the corner, we don't need you.

Thematic: -heaves a dramatic sigh-

Persuasive: -glides into the center of the room and flashes a bright smile- Hi all! I'm here to convince you that my way is the best way, because I'm just the best person to ever walk the earth.

Formal: -flashes Persuasive a dotting smile-

Research: -trips forward to stand next to Persuasive- R...r...right. So, formal writing is better than creative writing. I don't know, Dad, this is kind of an opinion peace, maybe I should--

Persuasive: Have no fear, little brother! You shall benefit my cause to make everyone see the world my way. For I am the chosen from above! You must all bow down and worship me.

Thematic: -grumbles-

Creative: -eye roll- I'm pretty sure the last person who said that got a shoe thrown at them.

Persuasive: Oh, my dear Aunt Creative! I never hear from you! You don't write! You don't call! I was beginning to think you had forgotten me! -fake cries-

Creative: -aside to Thematic- Pity. I almost had forgotten him.

Thematic: -snickers-

Formal: If you'd please, my children. We have a schedule to keep.

Persuasive: Yes. Sorry father. -flashes another grin- See things my way! Because I am the right way! I can convince you all to agree with me because I am a son of Formal and Formal is loads better than Creative.

Research: To support the opinion that formal writing is better than creative writing, well--

Persuasive: Be quiet, Research, let me speak! I'm the Persuasive one.

Formal: -dotting grin-

Creative: -exams her nails- What do you think, Thematic? Should I pull the plug on this oh so fascinating deliberation yet?

Thematic: -bounces- -nods-

Creative: -whistles-

A Giant Horde of Every Destructive Beast Known to Human Literature: -stampede Formal and Persuasive-

Persuasive: -dies-

Formal: ahhh--! -dies-

Creative: I rule. -walks away-

Authoress: I HATE FORMAL WRITING! Although, I have no idea why Persuasive died and Research didn't, seeing as I'm pouring my brains out over a research paper and not a persuasive paper...

Story: So tired

Story: I don't get a lot of things that people do. But there's one that aggravates me most.

Creative Energy: ME?! Is it me?! =D=D=D

Story: <.< No. The question I ask is, Why do they have to analyze me so much? I don't get it. I'm just a story. I'm not real. Why does it matter how I'm made?  People that know how to make stories know how to make me, and those who don't, don't.

Plot: Stupid. It's all because of me!

Creative Energy: Why you? What about me? HAVE A COKE!!! =D+D+D+D+

Story: Seriously CE. What is it with you and Coke?

Creative Energy: Are you kidding? Coke is my lifeblood. My source. My ONE FOOD!

Plot: -siiigh- That's not true. If you just have me, your story will flow like silk.

Story: Yeah right! When have I ever flowed like silk?

Plot: Since I was invented!

Story: Of course not. Any author will tell you that no matter how genius a plot you have, some part of me always gets messed up. And it's usually the charries' fault.

Charries: Why does everyone blame everything on me?!?

Creative Energy: Haven't you been on this blog already? Complaining about the same thing you're complaining about now? OLD. Try me! I'm fresh and different every time! =D=D=D=D

Plot: Stop making those annoying faces. It's not about you. It's about how me and Story work together. Work being the key word here; that's mostly my job. Story just takes the name.

Story: So you're saying you do all the work and I steal the credit?

Plot: Pretty much.

Story: Absurd! We're called writing COMPONENTS. Get it? That means we all join to become writing. Whether it's me, or my short version -

Short Story: -glares- I'm not short. I'm just different.

Creative Energy: hAhAHAHAHAhAHAH SHORTY!!!!

Plot: -eyeroll- But that's just it, you're only one venue of writing. I'm in all venues.

Nonfiction: Nonsense. I refuse to have a plot.

Story: Oh come on nonfiction, you have charries just like the rest of us. So you obviously have a plot.

Nonfiction: Welll... fine. But not a very good one.

Plot: -sniff- As if I could be anything but good.

Story: I can't deal with this anymore... my bipolar disorder is starting to kick in >.<

Creative Energy: Oooh, does that mean Bad Story is coming? =D=D=D=D I love Bad Story.

Story: He's so lazy! I think it  comes of his being such good friends with Writer's Block.

Writer's Block: I'm a good influence >:D

Writer: ... you know it's bad when you start personifying the WRITING COMPONENTS as CHARRIES.

Charries: I resent that!

NCV: Ranting About Charries

NCV: Okay, I'm taking the floor for a little while before E comes out and kicks me out. I really, really hate E. She's so uppity. Anyway, for any of you non-OYANers... and I suppose some of you OYANers who never really caught on... My initials stand for Non-Character-Voice. It's supposed to be a way for authors to communicate with each other without the characters dropping in.

Need I emphasize supposed? I mean, seriously, authors! You create something like me and then you have characters with superhuman powers who negate me, even use me because you let them! Most of you probably don't know Keil Jackson, 'cause he's not so common now-a-days, but he's this guy with superhearing and it's ridiculous. Because he can hear through me.

No one is supposed to be able to hear through me! You created me so that charries couldn't eavesdrop on you and yet he does! This is just the classic example as to why characters should not be allowed to have a personality. They either take over completely or hate you and refuse to communicate at all! It irks me.

And this, of course, is where E comes in. See, E is NECV, which for awhile meant Non-Every-Character-Voice. It won't work! The characters will get you! They always will! Characters are evil! And mean! And... And... In fact, I'm going to quote something. It's from a TV science fiction show called DS9. I cited the source, peoples. Don't kill me for plagiarizing! <.< Charries can be particularly finicky about plagiarizing. Why once-- right. Off topic, sorry. Here follows:

"I want you to try something. It's an Earth drink. Root beer."
"I couldn't..."
"Go on."
"It's vile!"
"It's so happy and bubbly and cloy."
"Just like the Federation."
"You know what's worse? If you drink enough of it, you start to like it."
"It's insidious."
"Just like the Federation."

I mean, look at it! Flip it around a little and describes Character Development exactly. I mean, people get so addicted to that place and then they discover me and it's a never ending cycle of chaos. I hate myself. Almost as much as I hate E. But not quite. E's just... E. And she's so uppity. You really shouldn't let your characters free.

They just wreck havoc everywhere. Keil Jackson - I mentioned him, he's got to be my least favorite character ever... Well, he tried to kill a pop star. I mean, seriously. That's how out of control characters are. They should be rounded up and shot. Especially the ones who claim to be able to hear through me. I really hate that.

Oh, by the way. You're not allowed to let your characters come after me with pitch forks, understand? Because they can't hear this!

Characters are out of control.

The End.

Even the ones who don't communicate with their authors. Those are the worst. Just sitting there... sulking... I mean, have you seen the way Kittie looks sometimes? It's just, so unnerving. Like she's plotting to take over the world or something. It's scary. At least with the talkative ones, you know what's going on. With the quiet ones... now you're scared.

The End.

Period.

Plot: Component Hotline

Character: Hiya! I'm Character, this is Plot, that's Idea and the others are around here somewhere... Anyway, we're started an advice answer hotline for ya'll.

Idea: Yeah no... Cherry, get rid of the southern accent.

Character: It was your idea.

Idea: -raises eyebrows- Your point?

Plot: You guys get so off topic.

Character: That's because we don't have bunny trails and tangents and little side stories that you always travel on.

Plot: But my bunny trails have a purpose!

Idea: -lightbulb goes off- 'Cuse me, I'm got to go write something down.

Character: Hate it when he does that. You or I usually get so shifted. -grumbles-

Plot: Yeah... Anyway, we're here to answer any questions you have about writing, take requests and also, we'll try and scrounge up the anyone you want to see.

Character: Writer's Block has a firm hold on some of our fellow Components, of course, so, we might have to fight him to get them to come out and talk to us...

Plot: I don't like Writer's Block. He's evil.

Character: And on that, we agree.

Plot: We always agree...

Character: Not really...

Idea: -runs back in- Guys, guys, guys! Listen! I've got an idea. If I introduce another character, then I can have that one guy betray the main guy and it'll be so dramatic and twist Plot in a whole different direction and it'll be great because it has bunnies in it! OH! I love getting ideas.

Plot: -eye roll-

Character: So, the three of us are here to offer you advice on anything you might need. The number is 000-000-0010, or, well, just click the little comment button down below and ask your questions.

Idea: This whole hotline thing was my idea, by the way.

Plot: Oh of course, because Character and I can't have an original idea. /end sarcasm

Idea: -looks confused- Of course. It's not in your job description.

Character: -sighs-

Words: Am I that boring?

Words: -stares around at everyone with wide eyes- I did not expect this many people to be listening in. Oh well. Um... I was just wondering... why do Paragraph and Dialogue always exclude me from their arguments? And then there's Sentence... Sentence is... nice. But. Um.

Sentence: Words! What are you doing out of bed?!

Sandy: I think I've decided that Sentence is female...

Sentence: Now Sandy, that's ridiculous. Don't be such a feminist.

Words: It's already getting out of my control... oh no, oh no the VOICES!

Sentence: What's wrong Words!? What voices?!

Words: -clutches head- NO!

Dialogue: -yawn- Hey Sentence, is the coffee ready yet?

Sentence: Dialogue, run and get Paragraph. Something is wrong with Words!

Words: No! I'm fine! If you all would just leave me to have a word with the audience for a minute... I just want my voice to be heard!

Sentence: But no one can understand you dear, because you're so... confusing. You need me to sort you out into understandable phrases.

Phrases: But that's -

Sentence: -stuffs Phrases into a closet-

Words: Why can't I just exist on my own like you guys?

Paragraph: -entering in his trench coat- Don't be ridiculous Words. None of us can exist alone, we all need each other - except for Dialogue, that is. He's perfect, can't you tell just by looking at him? -sniffs-

Dialogue: -turns nose up- I am just VERY SPECIAL, that's all! And you can't accept it! It's not my fault I'm better than you!

Words: See... this is exactly what I'm talking about. You always find some way to drown me ou-

Sentence: Don't be silly Words. Have you had your morning mush yet?

Words: Um. Do we eat mush?

Dialogue: MUSH!? That's DISGUSTING! Of course we don't eat mush!

Paragraph: Nonsense Dialogue. Mush is a nutritious part of one's daily consumption of victuals.

Dialogue: Why do you sound so... British?!

Paragraph: Excuse me, is there a problem with that? -indignant-

Sentence: -gets between them- No, Paragraph, of course not, but don't you think you should start on your breakfast now? After all, you need brain food for a brilliant mind such as your own. -beamy-

Paragraph: Why thank you, Sentence. -takes a silver spoon and starts eating his mush- Quite delicious mush you have here.

Dialogue: YUCK!

Words: -siigh- Can I at least get a word in edgewi-

Sentence: -stuffs mush into his mouth- There you go Words. Now you don't have to worry about talking. -too wide smile-

Paragraph: -half finished his mush-

Dialogue: That is RIDICULOUS! I could have eaten that whole bowl by now!

Sentence: Well don't be jealous, sit down and have a bowl yourself. -sits Dialogue down-

Dialogue: Um. Why do you mother everybody Sentence?!

Sandy: Because she's female.

Sentence: -turns around and glares-

Sandy: Why do I get the feeling you're also rather pudgy?

Dialogue: -snickering-

Paragraph: -eyeroll-

Words: -choking down his mush- -holds up one finger- O-o Until... next time... I'll be hear to try and get myself heard. Again...

Elements of Elementary Writing

Narrative Hook: It was a dark and stormy knight who rode down the road, his king's flag flying from the saddle of his horse. But all was not as it seemed. For was the road really a road and not an airstrip? And was the horse really a horse and not a plane?

Resolution: AH! Who let Hook at the Peanuts comics again!?!?!

Rising Action: Reso, that should have been my line.

Falling Action: Oh yeah? Well, everyone knows you're a slow poke.

Rising Action: Hey!

Narrative Hook: And was the knight really a man at all? But no, for the knight was riding off into the clouds in the atmosphere to save his planet from the alien threat above.

Resolution: Oh no. Here comes the newest worst movie of the year: Cowboys vs. Aliens.

Rising Action: Harrison Ford! Yes. I am so going to see that. -bounces-

Falling Action: -raises eyebrows- ...Honestly? ...I don't know you. I'm not related to you. Anyone who would even consider--

Rising Action: -glares- Oh I hate you.

Resolution: -eye roll- Where's Climax? Shouldn't he have shown up by now?

Falling Action: Who likes that guy anyway? He's too hard to get along with.

Rising Action: So bipolar and everything.

Narrative Hook: Hm. Not sure I like it. What about? Let's see. It was a dark and stormy knight who slipped through wooded trees. Shadows snapped at his heals, pushing the knight further and further through the trees.

Resolution: -slaps his hands over Hook's mouth-

Climax: Hey, Hook, cut to the good part, will ya?

Narrative Hook: AH! -pushes Resolution away- WHY DOES EVERYONE SEE CLIMAX AS THE GOOD PART?

Climax: -smirks-

Rising Action: -glaring at Falling Action-

Falling Action: -glaring at Rising Action-

Resolution: Everyone, just, calm, down.

Narrative Hook: -heaves dramatic sigh-

Resolution: People. People--

Falling Action: -attacks Rising Action-

Rising Action: -attacks Falling Action-

Hook: -jumps at Climax-

Resolution: I hate my life. -jumps into the fray-

=ten minutes later=

Someone to Care About: -walks in, looks around- -snorts- Idiots.

Dialogue: WHY?!

Dialogue: WHY does Paragraph get to be first in the url? It is in no way fair. I see no justification for this decision.

Paragraph: I'm just superior to your Dialogue. People can write without using dialogue but they can't write without paragraphs. HA!

Dialogue: But dialogue makes things interesting!

Paragraph: It is however, not essential. Burn.

Dialogue: So?!? That's like... eating just lettuce!

Paragrpah: Lettuce is NOT the only necessary part of a human diet. What would you know about such things anyway though. You're just... dialogue.

Dialogue: I would know plenty! I hear people's conversations every day! That is ALL I ever hear! Why wouldn't I know more than you about human diet or anything else?!

Sandy: Dialogue... just calm down. I think you have a problem here with your um... well. I guess they're hyperactivity levels, though I -

Dialogue: You shut up. You don't even really belong here, this blog is for WRITING COMPONENTS. Um, I don't even see SANDY in the DICTIONARY!

Paragraph: ... I do...

Dialogue: You! You think you know everything paragraph! But you're just full of dusty musty facts, you don't know anything about life or human nature. Whoever heard of a PARAGRAPH TALKING? Why are you talking anyway? I'm technically the only one who should be able to talk!

Paragraph: Must you insist on ending every sentence with an exclamation point? I'm going to bed.

Dialogue: YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!

Paragraph: -mutter- So high strung...

Dialogue: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Sentence: -peeks in- Um... I made some tea guys.

Dialogue: TEA? HOW COULD YOU BE THINKING ABOUT TEA AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!?!

Sentence: Um... I don't know, I just thought... I guess I just had the idea... I just hought that maybe... I just thought... well, you know, sometimes, when people get thougths, and I had one of those and I just thought.... that what if we... I just thought....

Dialogue: SHUT UP!

Sentence: Your all-caps philosophy makes my head hurt... I need some tea. Here is yours Dialogue. -hands it to him- But where's Paragraph?

Dialogue: Paragraph went to bed, the loser. Would rather SLEEP than engage in argumentative, intelligent conversation.

Sentence: Weird. I've never seen argumentative and intelligent in a sentence together.

Dialogue: What do you know about sentences and what should go into them?! -spills his tea-

Sentence: ... are you okay? I think you need to go to bed too....

Dialogue: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

Sentence: Come on Dialogue, please. What you don't realize is that you and Paragraph are twin brothers.

Dialogue: NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!

Sentence: You're going to scare al our readers away with your caps. I've already told you about that.

Dialogue: What's wrong with my caps?! I think they go GREAT with my OUTFIT.

Sentence: Plaid isn't really... your thing I guess....

Dialogue: What are you talking about? I pulled it off GREAT. Just... just....

Sentence: Dialogue, I think you need to just relax.

Dialogue: Oh what do you know?!

Sentence: Well, I think it's kind of obvious.

Dialogue: I don't!

Sentence: Both you and Paragraph as I said are twin brothers, but both of you are also made up of... what?

Dialogue: Words?

Sentence: No! Don't bring Words into this please... all we need is another character....

Words: Huh? -peers over his glasses- What? Was going on?

Sentence: Shush Words, just go back to sleep. -retucks him in-

Dialogue: Why do you tuck everyone in... <.< It's kind of.... weird.

Sentence: Because you're all made up of me. I understand you.

Dialogue: But wouldn't that be words?!

Sentence: No! Just... listen. No, never mind, you don't know how to listen because you're always talking.

Dialogue: What?

Sentence: Go to sleep now Dialogue. I think you could really use some. Don't forget your tea!

-Sandy