Random Generator Prompt!
I've fallen on desperate times, I have writer's block. This is not new, but I've found the perfect answer! (It's desperation and you know what they say...)
This is the first generator I found.
O.o So what do I call you if I want you to tell the truth? Dysney? Yendys? (I've just realized how flexible this name is in terms of anagrams.)
Sydney was a compulsive liar, which was why his parents had a hard time understanding him. They weren't sure when he developed this habit, but they were convinced that it was just a phase. He was only 16 years old, still growing and becoming more and more exposed to society. They were quite angry that he was always lying so much to them but felt that if they gave him some time and space he would eventually tire of this farce and revert back to his old, truth-telling self. They were quite the experienced couple and had plenty of patience, which was why they decided to wait him out. Oh, they would give him what-for if he continued beyond their limit, but for now they were still willing to just ignore the lies.
However, as time wore on and Sydney showed no signs of improving, they began to get less and less optimistic. Sydney's mother Dysney flung her hands up and yelled, "Where did we ever go wrong with you! We did our best to bring you up! We gave you everything you needed! Don't you know how much you're hurting us by lying so much?!" She gnashed her teeth in disappointment and pointed to the door, "Go to your room! I can't stand looking at you like this." Her son protested, but she put her foot down this time. She had had quite enough of this nonsense.
As Dysney tried to calm herself down, her husband Yendys came up behind her with a soothing hand, "Don't fret so much, dear. I'm sure we can get help from a professional. We just need to ask our church friends or even Dr. Syn next door for help. He's a wachamacallit Skytriathist right? I'm sure we could get him to talk to Sydney for a bit."
Dysney huffed, but relaxed, "Alright, darling. But I'm just so mad at him. We've given him so much space and tried our best to be understanding but he's not even the least appreciative! I just can't stand the thought of our son turning out so ungrateful and unkind to his own parents! He should spare a thought for the people who do their best to put food on the table and pay for his education!"
"Oh Honey," Yendys hugged her gently, "I'm sure deep down he's still our son. I believe that God's Will will deliver him from Sin. But we need to do our part to help him overcome this instead of just striking out at him in anger. I'll go over and talk to Dr. Syn. You just take a rest and start cookin' dinner."
Dysney nodded appreciatively, "That'd be great, Sweetie. I'll just pop in and start on your favorite pot pie." The couple shared a quick kiss and Yendys headed next door.
He spoke to Dr. Syn, who agreed to come over for dinner and a talk with Sydney. The two men chatted merrily as they crossed the lawn and Yendys discovered that on top of a doctorate's, Dr. Syn also had a great sense of humor. He felt as if they had become good friends within the last few minutes and so he decided to share a little more about Sydney's problem even though he was rather uncomfortable of speaking about it.
"So your son keeps lying?" Dr. Syn asked, curiously, "Well, usually that's caused by his social environment. Is he close to someone who also lies a lot?"
Yendys felt close enough to Dr. Syn to share the problem with more depth, "Well, actually he doesn't lie about too many things. Just one."
"Oh?" the good doctor widened his eyes, "Perhaps it's not so much a compulsion to lie and instead a misunderstanding of what's the truth."
Yendys paused for a moment and thought about it before nodding, "Yes, maybe that's it."
"So what is it that your boy keeps lying about?" Dr. Syn asked casually as they walked through the door. The sound of diligent chopping could be heard from the kitchen and Yendys smiled at the thought of his wonderful wife. Married nearly twenty years now and she was still as beautiful and fiery.
A tap on his shoulder awoke him from his reverie, he turned and faced his guest, who said, "So what does your boy lie about?"
"Oh? Oh!" Yendys nodded, slightly uneasy as he recalled his son's lies, "Well...I'm not sure how to put this..."
Dr. Syn cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? This sounds complicated. Is it a very convoluted lie?"
"Well...no," Yendys frowned, "It's just that Sydney's a little...well..."
"My son seems to think that he's a girl."
This is the first generator I found.
Random Prompt Generator number 1: Call me Sydney, or I'll tell them the truth.
O.o So what do I call you if I want you to tell the truth? Dysney? Yendys? (I've just realized how flexible this name is in terms of anagrams.)
And...Start!
Sydney was a compulsive liar, which was why his parents had a hard time understanding him. They weren't sure when he developed this habit, but they were convinced that it was just a phase. He was only 16 years old, still growing and becoming more and more exposed to society. They were quite angry that he was always lying so much to them but felt that if they gave him some time and space he would eventually tire of this farce and revert back to his old, truth-telling self. They were quite the experienced couple and had plenty of patience, which was why they decided to wait him out. Oh, they would give him what-for if he continued beyond their limit, but for now they were still willing to just ignore the lies.
However, as time wore on and Sydney showed no signs of improving, they began to get less and less optimistic. Sydney's mother Dysney flung her hands up and yelled, "Where did we ever go wrong with you! We did our best to bring you up! We gave you everything you needed! Don't you know how much you're hurting us by lying so much?!" She gnashed her teeth in disappointment and pointed to the door, "Go to your room! I can't stand looking at you like this." Her son protested, but she put her foot down this time. She had had quite enough of this nonsense.
As Dysney tried to calm herself down, her husband Yendys came up behind her with a soothing hand, "Don't fret so much, dear. I'm sure we can get help from a professional. We just need to ask our church friends or even Dr. Syn next door for help. He's a wachamacallit Skytriathist right? I'm sure we could get him to talk to Sydney for a bit."
Dysney huffed, but relaxed, "Alright, darling. But I'm just so mad at him. We've given him so much space and tried our best to be understanding but he's not even the least appreciative! I just can't stand the thought of our son turning out so ungrateful and unkind to his own parents! He should spare a thought for the people who do their best to put food on the table and pay for his education!"
"Oh Honey," Yendys hugged her gently, "I'm sure deep down he's still our son. I believe that God's Will will deliver him from Sin. But we need to do our part to help him overcome this instead of just striking out at him in anger. I'll go over and talk to Dr. Syn. You just take a rest and start cookin' dinner."
Dysney nodded appreciatively, "That'd be great, Sweetie. I'll just pop in and start on your favorite pot pie." The couple shared a quick kiss and Yendys headed next door.
He spoke to Dr. Syn, who agreed to come over for dinner and a talk with Sydney. The two men chatted merrily as they crossed the lawn and Yendys discovered that on top of a doctorate's, Dr. Syn also had a great sense of humor. He felt as if they had become good friends within the last few minutes and so he decided to share a little more about Sydney's problem even though he was rather uncomfortable of speaking about it.
"So your son keeps lying?" Dr. Syn asked, curiously, "Well, usually that's caused by his social environment. Is he close to someone who also lies a lot?"
Yendys felt close enough to Dr. Syn to share the problem with more depth, "Well, actually he doesn't lie about too many things. Just one."
"Oh?" the good doctor widened his eyes, "Perhaps it's not so much a compulsion to lie and instead a misunderstanding of what's the truth."
Yendys paused for a moment and thought about it before nodding, "Yes, maybe that's it."
"So what is it that your boy keeps lying about?" Dr. Syn asked casually as they walked through the door. The sound of diligent chopping could be heard from the kitchen and Yendys smiled at the thought of his wonderful wife. Married nearly twenty years now and she was still as beautiful and fiery.
A tap on his shoulder awoke him from his reverie, he turned and faced his guest, who said, "So what does your boy lie about?"
"Oh? Oh!" Yendys nodded, slightly uneasy as he recalled his son's lies, "Well...I'm not sure how to put this..."
Dr. Syn cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? This sounds complicated. Is it a very convoluted lie?"
"Well...no," Yendys frowned, "It's just that Sydney's a little...well..."
"My son seems to think that he's a girl."
Annnnnd done!
Not too bad for something written up on the fly I hope. This is pure unedited wording, so do let me know what you think. I'm pretty supportive of the LGBTQ community and have fantastic friends regardless of whether they're male/female or homosexual, but do note that I only really got the idea for this short story from pondering if Sydney was a male or female name.
To those who are homophobic and agree very much with Dysney and Yendys, please-pardon my french-GTFO. I'm not going to entertain arguments about pro or against LGBTQ, just accept that the owner of this blog has these views and will delete all hating comments.
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