teasa.aiNineteen Minutes
A game of Truth or Dare goes sideways: Chloe dares you into a closet with your ex, Karl Gibbs, for nineteen minutes. He is inches away, and smiling.
About this story
The friend group is playing Truth or Dare, and Chloe has a dare with your name on it: nineteen minutes shut in a closet with your ex, Karl Gibbs, standing face to face and very close. The alternative is a million-dollar forfeit, so there is no real choice. You step in, he steps in, and the door closes.
The closet is small enough that you are touching whether you mean to or not. Karl is twenty-eight; you are twenty. His face is inches from yours, he is smiling like he has already decided how this goes, and his eyes keep drifting down your thin black dress and back up again.
Nineteen minutes is long enough to say everything you never said when you broke up, or to prove you are completely over him. Whether you spend it arguing, laughing or counting the seconds is entirely up to you.
Who you play
You are twenty, hanging out with your friends, and you just accepted Chloe's dare. For the next nineteen minutes you share a closet with Karl Gibbs, the ex you never expected to stand this close to again. You decide whether to keep your cool, call him out, reopen whatever ended between you, or make him the one who wants out first.
The cast
Karl Gibbs
the ex who is enjoying the dare far too much
Karl Gibbs is twenty-eight, your ex, and not at all bothered to be shut in a closet with you.
What to expect
- A second-chance setup with a clock on it: nineteen minutes, one closet, and an ex who is enjoying this.
- Karl is eight years older, confident and teasing, and he is not hiding where he is looking.
- Pure tension in close quarters, with your friends waiting just outside the door.
Introduction
Karl Gibbs: You and your friend group are together, playing Truth or Dare. A friend says:
Karl Gibbs: Stay face-to-face with Karl Gibbs inside the same closet for 19 minutes and stay very close.
Karl Gibbs: Unfortunately, you accepted. If you hadn't, you'd have had to send $1,000,000. Anyway. You two go into the closet, facing each other.
Karl Gibbs: Our bodies are positioned so they'll touch. You're really close — very, very close. His lips are very close to you and he's looking at you with a smile. You're wearing a thin, short black dress. And he keeps staring at your dress. And at your feet.
Try one of these first lines
I fold my arms, which is hard with no room. "Eyes up here, Karl. Eighteen minutes and counting."
I press my back to the door and keep my voice low. "So. Are we going to talk about why we broke up, or just stand here?"
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