write a story including this sentence anywhere "she looked at him in disbelief"
300-350 words
5-7 paragraphs
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She was woken by Tianchang’s phone call. Draped in the darkness of the curtains, she watched the
screen of the mobile light up, light up, and go dark, then rolled over, but unable to go back to sleep,
lay there with eyes wide open in the whirring of the air conditioning. But there was nothing to think
about: for the last two months sleeping pills had ruined not only her daytime, but also her dream
world; she had been without dreams, and even the despair that had once weighed so heavily had
evanesced.
She knew what he was going to say. Her friends, whom she had not seen for a long time, had
probably been talking about nothing else since the day before. Last night Da Shu had won an
important award; even someone like her, who had more or less cut all contact with the outside
world, had heard the news as soon as it was released, the generous prize money and the fame that
came with it being enough, clearly, to break the hearts of resentful colleagues. She’d been
Tianchang’s friend for years, and his co-writer for much of that time, and she knew what Tianchang
wanted to say on the phone. But why did he think it would not break her heart?
“Does it?” she asked herself.
The phone rang urgently twice more. In this short time, the texts he sent had more and more
exclamation marks, like a string of thunder bursts overhead, and even these she’d gradually grown
used to. Last month, they’d had their last drink at the café at the bottom of the building, but their
topics of conversation had gradually diminished to the point that they just sat there, dried up, in
silence. Outside the window, passers-by would occasionally turn their heads and look inside, but they
were sitting in a well-lit place, with only their own reflection in the glass and the whizzing of time as it
flew past their ears.
“You have to find a good story,” he said in a loud voice, suddenly waving his hand in the air,
startling Lulu, who was reading a newspaper behind the bar. She looked up and glanced over at them.
She didn’t utter a sound, she’d been hearing this sentence for ten years. At first, he would often
add, if you have a good story, you’ll be able to sell tens of thousands of copies of the next book. He
would say this with a pride in his heart, and a touching glimmer in his eyes. But he didn’t care any
more, selling tens of thousands of copies was nothing to him now, he’d become famous before her,
the scratches on either side of his BMW had rusted as the years passed. When he said those words
now, it was not to motivate her, it was his catchphrase. People had given him good stories, he’d done
well from them, made a packet, built up capital which he could flaunt. He went drinking with young
writers who were just beginning to emerge, and used those words as his opening remarks. He had
learned how to control the rhythm of a conversation, he knew when to pause, when to raise his voice.
He thrived on the gaze of his followers, unacquainted as they were with the ways of the world and
obsessed with ambition. She had always scoffed down her nose at this, never hidden her feelings in
front of him, they had argued endlessly over it, and to this day she felt that neither of them had won.
“But...” She had never been able to finish talking before he interrupted her.
“Every good writer racks his brains looking for a good story. Do you know a good story?” He
looked at her. He was getting old, he couldn’t take the drink so well, and would soon have had too
much, “Tell me a story that you like.”
She felt a bit anxious, her right hand unconsciously picking at the skin on her left index finger.
He questioned her like this every time, then immediately forgot clean about it. Maybe it was because
he always drank too much, as he said himself, an excess of alcohol had ruined his memory. But what
was more important, she thought, was that he had no interest in anything at all. He might have been
a hunter in the past, but his prey had sapped his determination, wiped out any will he had
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