The cards are spaced out evenly across the table, splayed out with a small space in between them, descending from my point of view like stairs. The person who sits on the opposite end sees them ascending and tilts their head to the side, confused with my presentation. I start with my spiel, the long monologue that I had planned out beforehand, simply made up to add more entertainment to an otherwise easy card trick.1
“You see here that I have placed four cards in front of you. There can be no way that I could possibly know which card you are about to choose. However, I had at one time in my life traveled across Europe with a roving band of gypsies, as gypsies have a perchance to be wanderers. While I stayed with them I was able to decipher some of their magical mysteries that always seem to be floating near the surface of anyone’s mind when they imagine gypsies. Through this I developed the ability to read minds for short periods of time. I will present this ability now with you being the test subject.”2
I concentrated quite hard and lifted my hand up towards the test subject, who was this time a very attractive bleach blond girl. Having grown tired of dancing in the basement of my friend’s house she had come upstairs to refill her drink and relax. I was sipping a delicious combination of diet coke and rum, scientifically made to allow alcohol to flow faster to the bloodstream. Seeing her bound up from the stairs I spoke loudly to the general audience assembled randomly around the table I was sitting at. “Well, I might know a magic trick or two,” I stated while shuffling a deck of cards in my hands. “But I would need a volunteer. I’m looking for anyone.” I shifted in the chair, turning slightly to my right as to better face the blond girl. “Ma’am would you care to help me here?” I lifted up my left eyebrow and held the cards out towards her in one hand. She stopped, apprehensively, and then reluctantly sat down in the chair across from me.3
The trick in itself is nothing special. The way the cards are arranged is meant to trick the brain into choosing the third card from the victim/audience member. The first two cards are too close and uncomfortable to choose from, while the last is too far away and requires stretching the arm in an odd manner. I had beforehand snuck a peek at the third card in the deck.4
After reciting to my speech I lowered my hand down to the table and placed one of her hands onto mine. Reacting with various noises of compliance and contemplation, I studied the lines on her hand, pretending to gain a read of her. In all actuality I was establishing a physical connection, making it easier for me to approach her later on in the party. Having already shown that I was, as a matter of fact, charismatic enough to hold the attention of all members of the party, funny, and that I had smooth hands I proceeded with the trick. 5
“You shall choose the four of hearts.” I said in a very confident tone. I then proceeded to cross my arms and lean back in my chair, showing my full domination over the situation. She reached out and picked the second card.6
“The eight of spades?”7
Author notes
I started writing this for a paper that I have due in class, but I really don't want to give out something that shows how bad I am at picking up women to a classroom full of women. So I just ended it, but found it entertaining enough to want to post it.
Comments
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There's some good writing in this. I particularly like the fact that you have a very journalistic style, this is a very good foundation. The entry here shows so much more quality than a lot of what is posted on this site. It also deonstrates that you have a handle on many of the technical aspects which seem to allude so many.
A couple of areas to watch.
It starts well, but the mid-section for me is slightly muddled. I feel that you need to pepper it with a few more interesting details.
Also, whilst the prose is generally strong, the dialogue let's you down, particularly the second paragraph which doewsn't have anatural beat to it.
Additionally there is a lot of word repition in adjacent sentences, which detracts. Try varying your word choice, repitition for effect works well, but here it dulls the images.
One question: Why is this written in the first person? There doesn't seem to be any particular justification. A change in perspective would allow you to cross-cut with the volunteer, thus strengthening the mid-section and also comment on the crowd etc. without having an imact on the story as a whole.
Generally a good effort and itshows that you do have talent. I'd be interested in reading more of your stuff/seeing a second draft of this. -
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I must first thank you for making a comment on my story. It's nice to see someone take the time out of their day to comment on someones work.
So, yeah, this was the roughest form of a rough draft and entierly agree with you on all of your critiques. I do find it somewhat difficult to write in third person, but am working on that for my more, adult stories, which fit into the character of myself that I am trying to present to other people.
If I do continue this story, which it seems highly likely I will, as my follies of hitting on women are quite numerous and funny, I keep your information in mind.
Thank you again MarkVictory!
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