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When you're looking to replace said, think about why. You'll generally want to do this when you need the following:
when the tone of the line needs more context.
when you want to show emotion instead of telling it.
when your character’s body language, action, or expression can do the talking instead.
Take a look at the scene you're writing, is the character saying their line? Or are they yelling it? Screaming it? Are they enraged, or perhaps is their voice a broken whisper from grief?
That being said, you shouldn't always avoid using 'said.' It's easy to read in long sentences, and it keeps the focus on the dialogue rather than the rest of the scenes. That may be beneficial and a key component to parts of your story.
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Story Warnings: smut, PIV Sex, Oral (f and M receiving), slight age gap (7 years), talk of past sexual abuse, abusive parent, abusive ex-fiance, cannon divergence, smoking, drinking, drug use, hurt/comfort, war flashbacks, trauma, drug use, smoking, drinking
Word Count: 996
Chapter Summary: Tommy walks in on Alice telling a story in the bar. Later, when she asks for permission to tell stories, he has a proposition for her.
A few nights later, it was getting rowdy in The Garrison, so I began to tell the story of Beowulf and Grendel's mother, acting dramatically along with it. I was at the best part, where Beowulf is in the cave fighting for his life. The men were whooping and cheering as I played out the scene.
"Grendel spotted the great sword forged for giants on the wall of the cave," I said as the doors opened. I ignored it and continued, "The sword is larger than any mortal weapon, and no human could lift it."
The crowd grew silent as some men turned their backs on me and the person who walked into the pub. And yet I continued, "Beowulf reached for the sword, wrapped his hands around the hilt, and with all his strength, he lifted it and brought it down and sliced through the monster!"
I looked up to see Tommy in the doorway. I'd found out earlier in the week that his full name was Thomas Shelby and that he was the leader of a gang called the Peaky Blinders. He stood a few steps clear of the doors and looked irritated.
"It hasn't been this lively in here since the war," Harry went up to Tommy and said sheepishly.
Tommy glared at him for a moment before saying, "Why do you think that is, Harry?"
Tommy then turned back to me with not quite a glare but not a pleasant expression either. Embarrassed, I broke his gaze and looked down at the floor. I thought this was a good idea. Apparently, the gangster and his cronies didn't. My gut churned as I felt his gaze still upon me. I felt like a scolded school child who had done something very wrong.
A few days later, I was cleaning the pub to get ready for the day ahead. Dumped the first pail of waste into the streets, and out of the corner of my vision, something big and white caught my eye. I looked up and saw a large white horse in the streets. With that horse was the man named Tommy. I stopped and stared as he rode the horse down the road, when suddenly something in the factory let out a big bang and poured fire out the windows.
The horse reared up on its hind legs and neighed. Tommy tried to soothe the horse while holding on tight so that he wouldn't fall. When the horse calmed enough for him to get off, Tommy stood in front of the horse, petting its nose. He put his head to the horse's and started to say something I could not hear.
"Alice, hurry up, we'll be opening in a few minutes!" I heard Harry yell out to you. Not mad, just loud so I could hear him.
I hurried back inside, grabbed the second bucket of waste, and tossed it out into the street without looking up. I heard a clop of a horse's feet on pavement come to a stop, and I looked up to find Thomas Shelby standing there with the reins to the horse in his hands. Fuck. I thought to myself. I'm in deep shit. I looked down to see if it got on him. Luckily, it didn't.
"Oh my goodness, Mr. Shelby, I'm so sorry." I looked up at his unreadable face. He didn't seem mad. But then again, neither did my father right before he had what I called his "calm anger."
He didn't say anything, just continued to look at me with a peculiar look. If he were calm angry, he most likely would've snapped by now. I waited for a second for him to speak, but he said nothing.
"I'm Alice Burke, by the way," I said to break the odd silence.
"I know." He nodded, and silence followed.
"What's this beauty's name?" I gestured to the magnificent horse that stood before me.
"He doesn't have one," Tommy said.
"That's a shame. A pretty boy like him deserves a name."
"Do you want something from me, Alice?" he said in an almost vexed manner.
"About the other night," I started, "when you came into the pub while I was telling that story. You said it wasn't allowed… I was wondering if you could allow one day a week where I can perform stories. I think it would be good for everyone."
He put his tongue in his cheek and looked away for a moment. Again, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Say, Saturday nights," I suggested. He turned back to me, and I added, "Harry was too scared to ask, so…"
The corner of his lip turned up for a slight second. As if almost remembering who he was, he immediately cooled his face into that unreadable stoned expression. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it nonetheless.
"But you're not," he said accusatively.
"I actually am," I admitted, "but I love to tell stories more than I am afraid."
He opened his mouth slightly and barely nodded his head, "You sound like a rich girl who comes for the races."
I scoffed at the insinuation. I was far from rich.
"Do you like horses?" his voice was lighter now.
"Why?" It was my turn to sound vexed.
"How'd you fancy earnin' some extra money?" He walked over to the side of his nameless horse and petted him.
"What do I have to do for that?" I watched him closely as he got up on the horse.
"Find a nice dress. " He forced a smile, "I'm goin' to take you to the races."
Before I could give him an answer, he rode off on the horse. I watched after him as he rode down the street. Well, that's quite cocky and presumptuous. I thought to myself as I took the bucket back into the bar. I had no nice dresses. I'd have to go out and spend a week's wages on one tonight.
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