What?

The word what is misused lately. It’s part of “what the hell” or “WTF.” It should be part of something like “What do you mean?” asked in a friendly and open way. It shouldn’t shut people out, it should bring people in. So, what were you saying when I interrupted?

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “what?”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “What?”

  1. What was that again ?
    What went wrong ?
    What did you say ? The concert stands cancelled ?
    What could have possibly happened ?
    What , what , what ?
    Whats flew around like buzzing bees , the air was thick with them . It was then that she noticed what was bothering him . Not that the concert was cancelled , but that he wont see her again .
    It made a knot appear in her intestines . A gut wrenching pain that spread to her heart , her limbs. It was a mighty shock . She felt numb and faint . As if a truck her run over her . How naive she had been !
    All those moments of suspicion coming true! Of feigned illnesses and business trips , of exchanged glances at gatherings , all of which her heart kept sweeping under the carpet , shutting her eye to. Refusing to believe what her eye saw , what her inner voice kept tugging her sleeve about.

  2. “What is your name?” He responded with a very heavy Rumanian accent, “Karl.” She had not met anyone who had lived under the rule of a dictator and escaped to come to the United States. She was intrigued by him. “What is it that you do for a living, Karl” He responded that he had injured his back while working and was presently unemployed. He said he was receiving workmen’s comp payments. That should have been somewhat of a warning sign since he certainly did not appear to have anything physically wrong with him while he was out on the dance floor with various females at the get together. They continued to chat. Each asking questions trying to learn more about the other. Finally, almost near the end of the evening he asked if she might like to go out to dinner with him the following evening. She thought she would be adventurous and do so. “Yes, that would be fine. See you, what, about 6 p.m. Shall we meet at the church parking lot and then go on in one vehicle to dinner?” That would be the beginning of the nightmare.

  3. I was woken up by this godforsaken invention, my alarm clock. A times I wondered how people cope with this invention. I suddenly remembered that I have an interview with Donald’s international corporation by 10:00am for the post of a secretary. Looking at my alarm clock I saw that it …

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