*Fallen

Intro: Okay, I know this is really random but I just had to try it. A couple of weeks ago Brandon Sanderson challenged people to write dialogue without tags or blocking. It has to have a sf/fantasy element, at least two distinct characters, and a problem. This was my attempt, and who knows, I actually kind of like the world and may create something more from it later.

"Get a move on."

"Oy, give me a moment, Thad. Just because the sky is Fallen don't give ya any right to rush me."

"And what would give me the right?"

"Let's see—"

"Pack while you think, the steam bus isn't going to wait around all day."

"I'm going, I'm going. Don't get ya britches in a twist."

"Don't get my britches in a twist?"

"Ah, if the world were burning."

"If the world were burning what?"

"Then ya'd have the right to rush me."

"Are you still stuck on that? No, Molly, don't pack the wrenches."

"And how do ya expect us to work?"

"I already packed one set and I don't plan on carrying your bag when you get tired."

"Well ain't ya just the gentleman."

"Shush"

"Thad—"

"Did you hear that?"

"Ya hand's foul. Get it away from me."

"Quiet—did you feel that?"

"The whole house shook. What could cause that?"

"They've started to land. Get moving!"

"Right. Did you get all of the tools we need?"

"Don't take me for a fool, of course I did. Watch your head."

"Ouch. Ya said you were going to raise that beam."

"Don't have to worry about that now, do we? House will be rubble soon enough."

"Always trying to take the easy way out, ain't ya? Whoops—"

"Youch, get your nails out of my arm. If you paid attention to where you walked, you wouldn't trip on the rubble. Pick up your feet."

"I'm trying."

"Here give me that bag, Molly."

"Oy, give it back. I don't need ya help."

"Just give it here. Now use your hands to pick up your skirts so you don't trip over them."

"Lor, would ya look at that."

"Don't make eye contact."

"We must look like wee ants to their ships way up there."

"They're more advanced, who knows what they can see."

"Ya just paranoid."

"You should be too. It doesn't even bother you that the sky is Fallen, again. This time they might actually bring out the lasers, then where would we be."

"We'd make it, somehow."

"Right. Because obviously we've made it in the past."

"Look out! — Are ya alright? Thad?"

"It hurts."

"I — wait here."

"Don't leave me."

"I'll be right back, just, I need to find someone to help. We can fix this—"

"Stop lying. No one will come."

"They might."

"Get to that bus."

"Can ya walk? Oh my—there's so much blood—"

"Yes."

"But what about the rubble? We still have a couple of blocks."

"You can."

"I'm not leaving ya, Thaddeus Johnson. Get that fool idea out of ya head right now."

"I can't."

"Flippendy. Of course you can. Don't laugh at me."

"Flipp—"

"Whatever. Come on, we've gotta get going."

"Mind my—sprockets!"

"Ya shouldn't swear. It ain't respectable and ya've always been respectable."

"Respectable."

"Save ya breath. We gotta take the long way round since ya can't climb no more. I mean what with the sky Fallen and everything. So soon, too. Remember the last time, down in the bunker. Mr. Klansdale opened the door an—"

"Molly?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"What do you see?"

"Just round this corner. We'll be there soon."

"What?"

"Focus on moving, Thad. Ya still losing a lot of blood. I should tie that up with something. Never thought I'd play doctor. Hold off here. Just lean up against this wall. Don't want ya sitting down. No—wait, face this way."

"What's happened?"

"Bloody sprockets, ya leg's a mess. Hope ya don't mind pink. It being the biggest ribbon."

"I've never seen them this close."

"What'cha talking about?"

"The bots. I've never seen them landing."

"Come on. We need to keep moving."

"Almost pretty."

"Them almost pretty things killed us all, remember."

"Molly, we're not going to make it."

"—I know."

"May your road lead every onward."

"Thad?"

"Run."

"I ain't leaving ya."

"Run, Molly. I can see the bus. Run."

"I'll get help."

"That's my girl. Just keep running!"

"Sir, sir. You have to stop this bus. My husband—"

"Sorry gal. We're moving on."

"No! We have to get him."

"He's a Fallen now."

"—"

"Would ya look at that, the fires a starting."

"All is Fallen now."