Interjections are itsy bitsy words that show a wide array of emotions, anything from pleasure to hesitancy. They're fairly common in speech, so it's only natural they would pop up in print. 

But use sparingly.

Too many of these can inject an annoying buzz in the brain that lasts for days.

EXAMPLE:
   "Oh, please stay, Auntie! You'll sleep in my bed!"
   "That's generous of you."
   "Oh, you don't know what it means to me to have you here. Oh, it's been so lonely since Momma passed."
   "Are you all right, Kerry?"
   "Oh, I am now. Oh, yes, now I am!"

CLEANED UP:
   "Please stay, Auntie! You'll sleep in my bed!"
   "That's generous of you."
   "You don't know what it means to me to have you here. It's been so lonely since Momma passed."
   "Are you all right, Kerry?"
   "I am now. Oh, yes, I am now."

CLEANED UP:
   "I was right, eh?"
   "I don't know."
   "Eh? He said so."
   "I heard him."
   "No arguing with him."
   "Guess so."
   "He knows best."
   "Yep."
   "Eh?"
   "Here, take it."

CLEANED UP:
   "Your name Lee?" 
   "Uh, well... yes sir."
   "You own that truck?"
   "Yes sir, I got papers in the glove compartment."
   "Only one driving it today?"
   "I don't know how to answer that."
   "Simple yes or no will do."
   "Uh, well... all I can give you is a maybe."  

   The year is 1977. Music is alive and memorable and flowing from vinyl records and 8-track tapes. It’s a time of CBs, not CDs. Portable cassette players, not MP3s. The Midnight Special, not the Internet.

How did those primitive souls survive?

You tell us. Go back… back to '77. Choose a song from that year. (Here are a few.) Listen to the song. Create a '77 story inspired by the song without using the actual lyrics in either the narrative or the dialogue.

 Grand Prize
$100
  Story published in The VERB
 Story Opinion, also published in The VERB
($29 value)

Get all the details at the Contest Café.

      Somebody kicked me under the table. I thought it was accidental and went on: "She's been there two years and knows everything there is to know about the town. She's a swell girl."

I was kicked again under the table and, looking, saw Frances, Robert's lady, her chin lifting and her face hardening.

"Hell," I said, "why go to Strasbourg? We could go up to Bruges, or to the Ardennes."

Cohn looked relieved. I was not kicked again. I said goodnight and went out. Cohn said he wanted to buy a paper and would walk to the corner with me.

"For God's sake," he said, "why did you say that about that girl in Strasbourg for? Didn't you see Frances?"

"No, why should I? If I know an American girl that lives in Strasbourg what the hell is it to Frances?"

"It doesn't make any difference. Any girl. I couldn't go, that would be all."

"Don't be silly."

"You don't know Frances. Any girl at all. Didn't you see the way she looked?"...

I watched him walk back to the café holding his paper. I rather liked him and evidently she led him quite a life.