Here's a little part of one of the entries:
(taken from The Pit)
Fallen
He heard sniffling as he entered the living room, wondering what was wrong with her now and already getting irritated. “Why are you crying now, Tab?”
Tabitha wiped her eyes, “It’s just so sad when Frodo and Bilbo leave with the elves. Sam is going to miss him so much.”
“Tabitha, it’s just a movie.”
“But it’s so emotional, Mark. I can just see myself if my best friend was leaving me forever.”
Mark shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. Is there anything to eat around here?”
“There’s last night’s leftovers.”
“I don’t want that. Is there anything else?” Was she not going to take the hint to get off her ass and cook something? It was the least she could do.
Tabitha turned off the tv, the weariness apparent in her voice. “What do you want, Mark?”
“I don’t know, what do we have?”
“I’ll fix steak, does that sound okay?”
“Yeah.” He watched her walk away and shook his head.
Tabitha fixed dinner and put it on the table. “Mark, it’s ready.”
He got up and went into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. “Smells good.” He nodded when she sat down across from him, no plate in front of her. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I’m not really hungry.”
He threw down his fork. “What’s wrong? Just go ahead and get it out.”
“You are. You and this damn new band. You know, I thought when you guys split up that we might have time just to be a couple, but we haven’t. You immediately jumped right back in headfirst. You couldn’t stand it and I’m tired of being ignored.”
“Blah, blah, blah, that’s all I ever hear from you, Tabitha. I’ve given you everything, take a fucking look around you. You’ve got a huge house to live in, someone to clean it for you, a Benz in the garage, I don’t say anything about what you spend, which is a lot by the way, so what do you have to complain about, yet that’s all you do.”
“I wanted us to be together, that’s all I’ve ever wanted, but you’re so fucking wrapped up with this new band shit and I’m sick of it. I’ve asked you to pay more attention to me and you won’t. I’m just an occasional piece of ass when you’re in the mood, not a wife to share your life with!”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you think I need this? I’ve been busting my ass and all I get is shit from you. If you don’t cut it out, you may not be a wife or an occasional piece of ass for much longer.” He got up, “I’m going out.”
She choked back the tears. “When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know if I am,” he snarled.
She got up when he left and picked up the phone, calling her best friend. “Hey Joy, it’s me. I had a fight with Mark. Again. He just doesn’t understand.”
“I’m sorry, Tab. Tell you what, get dressed up, put on something sexy and we’ll go out and have a good time ourselves. Fuck Mark.”
----Original Message Follows----
From: "Joe Earles" <earles@comcast.net>
Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2004 11:58:49 -0400
What's the point of this? To write a story incorporating all these things?