Donna asks…
If you were in this situation, what would you do? (Creative Writing)?
This is a Creative Writing excercise, the most detailed and creative answer will get 10 points! Good luck! You've gone to a posh nightclub with a couple of friends. Having not been out in a while, you decide to go all out and wear a black short dress and a pair of very expensive designer 4.5" strappy black sandals, with loose straps that wind up your calves. You have fun and party with your friends until the early hours. At one point, on one of your many trips to the bar you run into a woman wearing halter-neck black and white top, black flared mini skirt and a pair of killer 5" white leather stilettos. You mistakenly step on her shoe, scuffing the leather and not even realising it you ask the bartender for a drink. She taps you on your shoulder and says 'Excuse you! You've just ruined my shoe! These are Armani you know!?' Looking a little bewildered you respond 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I stepped on your shoes! I'll buy you a drink!' 'A drink?!!?' she retorts, her voice climbing another octave. 'Do you realise how much these cost me?' You look down at her shoes and think they're really nice, but ultimately is was an accident and you think she's over-reacting. 'Look, I'm really sorry, but it was an accident. Not much I can do.' The bartender brings you your drink. 'What shoes are you wearing, she asks with a distasteful look on her face.' 'Oh, I just go these last week. They're Jimmy Choos.' The other woman's face relaxed considerably. 'They look lovely, what size are you?' Not really bothered anymore and wanting to go back to your friends you respond 'Size 6…. Look sorry about your shoes.' and you walk off leaving her at the bar. The night continues and you've had way too much to drink and your friends are still partying hard. Feeling very noxious you plead with them to leave but they decline. You then make your way out of the club, stumbling along in your heels and wishing you could remember a cab number to call. That's when you bump into the woman you barely remember at the bar outside. 'Are you alright hon?' she asks you smiling. 'Fine thanks.' you reply, your words slurring slightly. 'Just looking for a taxi… have you seen any?' 'As a matter of fact I'm looking for them too, and I was told they're just on the other street behind the club. Just through here…' she walks into a side street and you follow. Both your heels tapping loudly against the asphalt as you make your way down the narrow side street. You then feel like you're going to be sick and you stop, leaning against the wall. You slide down onto the floor on your knees and wretch. You notice her coming behind you and asking if you're ok. At this point you're not really concerned, the world is spinning too fast and you feel awful. You can feel something tugging at your legs but you barely give it any attention as you get ready to wretch again. You feel the tugging again and after the second vomit you feel a lot better, and your mind gets a little clearer. That's when you realise your feet are touching the cold asphalt. You look back and see the woman in her halter neck and flared mini skirt, just finishing tying the strap of your sandals on her legs. 'What the hell are you doing with my shoes??' You ask alarmed. 'You ruined mine b*tch, so I'll have yours.' and with that she tosses her white pumps onto the puddle of puke you've just thrown up and it splatters on your dress. She laughs and continues to walk down the street to the line of taxis waiting at the bottom of the road in your Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals…. What would you do? The most creative and detailed answer gets full marks! Have fun and good luck!
Our pick of the answers:
My head is still spinning slightly but not too much to realize what is going on. As the events of the night and what just happened rush quickly through my mind I feel a great rage wash over me. I can barely see, feel nothing but a pure, burning hatred. A small part of my mind tells me to relax, that this isn't going to end well, that I should just go home and forget about it, that the shoes aren't worth any trouble I might get into. But it isn't about that anymore. This is about my life. This has happened far too often. Not this situation of course, but women like this. Women and men alike, my entire life, walking all over me, treating me like shit when I've done nothing wrong, or what I have done a mere accident. All those years, tortured, spent hating everything, a constant stream of never-ending tears. But two years ago when I left school I vowed that I would never be put through that again. This woman is the next in a long line of spiteful, ugly humans, the vermin of mankind. I can't let her get away with these actions, not if I want to live my life. If I let her get away with this crime, who else will I allow to get away with even worse actions? All these thoughts rush through my mind in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, though still full of anger, my heart is pounding, blood rushing fast through my veins, I feel calm. My thoughts clear, coming one at a time now, telling me what to do and allowing me no moment to consider my actions. The blur in my field of vision becomes clear again and I see the woman as she still walks down the street. I rise to my feet without a sound and glance around. The dark street is empty and there are no sign of cameras. It's now or never, and I have to take her by surprise. In an instant, I push forward, bare footed, running as quickly as my body can manage and pounce onto the woman's back, my arms wrapping tightly around her neck, one of my hands clamping tight over her mouth as we fall to the ground. As she struggles beneath me I slam her head into the ground as hard as I can. Though more sober in this moment, my previously drunken state has weakened my actions, but this is for the best. I have pushed humanity aside from now and allowed animal instinct to take over in this act of revenge. My weakened attacks mean that I will not kill this woman, and though angry, perhaps even wishing her dead, I know that it is better for me to be the one not to do this deed. I'm taken by surprise when she twists hard, pushing me onto the ground and pinning me there. I look up in shock at the sudden change in our positions just as her fist connects with my jaw. I taste blood and a rush of panic flows through me. I know that these are the actions of my temper pushed too far, the moment when my anger becomes such that I lose self control. A voice in my mind tells me that I am not a fighter, that I will get myself badly injured or killed. As the woman punches me again I raise a hand desperately, trying to block her blows. I realize that my arms are free and tug hard on her hair. She cries out in pain slightly as I pull harder and my other hand shoots out, searching blindly for anything I can use as a weapon. I feel something hard and without a further thought slam the object hard against the back of the woman's head. She falls away from me and I shoot up, reputedly hitting her with the object. I don't even bother to check what it is. Remembering what happened, I swing one leg over her body, pinning her down and trying to pull my boots from her feet. I feel her start to struggle again, weakened but still fighting and increase my pace. I manage to get my boots off of her eventually and quickly jump off of her, grabbing the back of her head and dress and pulling her body to shove it roughly into the wall. I then grab my shoes and run as quickly as I can down the street without even taking the time to put them back on. I run as fast as I can down the streets, not stopping until I feel I've put enough distance between us. I then put my shoes on, find a place to quickly clean myself up and then look for a way to get home. I am fairly certain by the things that have happened that I will not be caught but over the next few days monitor the news with a plan to get out of the city just in case.
Lisa asks…
Impossible Situations #3 HELP! What would you do?
You've gone to a posh nightclub with a couple of friends. Having not been out in a while, you decide to go all out and wear a black short dress and a pair of very expensive designer 4.5" strappy black sandals, with loose straps that wind up your calves. You have fun and party with your friends until the early hours. At one point, on one of your many trips to the bar you run into a woman wearing halter-neck black and white top, black flared mini skirt and a pair of killer 5" white leather stilettos. You mistakenly step on her shoe, scuffing the leather and not even realising it you ask the bartender for a drink. She taps you on your shoulder and says 'Excuse you! You've just ruined my shoe! These are Armani you know!?' Looking a little bewildered you respond 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I stepped on your shoes! I'll buy you a drink!' 'A drink?!!?' she retorts, her voice climbing another octave. 'Do you realise how much these cost me?' You look down at her shoes and think they're really nice, but ultimately is was an accident and you think she's over-reacting. 'Look, I'm really sorry, but it was an accident. Not much I can do.' The bartender bring you your drink. 'What shoes are you wearing, she asks with a distasteful look on her face.' 'Oh, I just go these last week. They're Jimmy Choos.' The other woman's face relaxed considerably. 'They look lovely, what size are you?' Not really bothered anymore and wanting to go back to your friends you respond 'Size 6…. Look sorry about your shoes.' and you walk off leaving her at the bar. The night continues and you've had way too much to drink and your friends are still partying hard. Feeling very noxious you plead with them to leave but they decline. You then make your way out of the club, stumbling along in your heels and wishing you could remember a cab number to call. That's when you bump into the woman you barely remember at the bar outside. 'Are you alright hon?' she asks you smiling. 'Fine thanks.' you reply, your words slurring slightly. 'Just looking for a taxi… have you seen any?' 'As a matter of fact I'm looking for them too, and I was told they're just on the other street behind the club. Just through here…' she walks into a side street and you follow. Both your heels tapping loudly against the asphalt as you make your way down the narrow side street. You then feel like you're going to be sick and you stop, leaning against the wall. You slide down onto the floor on your knees and wretch. You notice her coming behind you and asking if you're ok. At this point you're not really concerned, the world is spinning too fast and you feel awful. You can feel something tugging at your legs but you barely give it any attention as you get ready to wretch again. You feel the tugging again and after the second vomit you feel a lot better, and your mind gets a little clearer. That's when you realise your feet are touching the cold asphalt. You look back and see the woman in her halter neck and flared mini skirt, just finishing tying the strap of your sandals on her legs. 'What the hell are you doing with my shoes??' You ask alarmed. 'You ruined mine b*tch, so I'll have yours.' and with that she tosses her white pumps onto the puddle of puke you've just thrown up and it splatters on your dress. She laughs and continues to walk down the street to the line of taxis waiting at the bottom of the road in your Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals…. What would you do? The most creative and detailed answer gets full marks!!!
Our pick of the answers:
Take the white shoes, put them in a bag, go home and sober up. In the morning, clean them, repair the scuff, put them on e-bay and with the proceeds buy yourself a brand new pair of Jimmy Choos. Simple. You end up with something better than you went out with and she ends up with a second hand pair of shoes that she didn't really want in the first place. You win.
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