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SDFarsight
Snowy Owl
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Red Cadre part II: The WAAAGH
"The Orks are the pinnacle of creation. For them, the great struggle is won. They have evolved a society which knows no stress or angst. Who are we to judge them? We Eldar who have failed, or the Humans, on the road to ruin in their turn. And why? Because we sought answers to questions that an Ork wouldn't even bother to ask. We see a culture that is strong and despise it as crude."
- From Culture vs. Kultur: Thoughts on Orkish Society by Uthan the Perverse, a controversial Eldar philosopher. -Games Workshop
Shas’ui Tai’jan, the determined leader of the eight-strong squad of Fire Warriors always tried to ensure that every Shas’la under his command acted with the best discipline. Not because he’s particularly strict at heart, rather because he’s so self-conscious; always worrying what the other Tau in their Battlesuits think about him still commanding a regular infantry unit. He has dragged many fresh Shas’las across the stars through countless battles; the Markerlight on his Pulse rifle has illuminated an array of different alien races to the full force of the Greater Good; still, the Fire Caste has yet to issue him a Battlesuit. During a battle against the Imperial Guard, Tai disobeyed an order from his commanding Shas’el Engo to stay in a static firing line despite having no direct line-of-sight to the enemy. Instead, Tai and his Fire Warrior squad advanced into the Imperial position, viciously neutralising the mortar team and a squad of Guardsmen that weren’t prepared for Tai’s shock tactics. The rest of the Imperial Guardsmen were forced to counter-attack by their ignorant Commissars that had quotas to meet, unwittingly walking straight into the main Tau firing line where they meet their end in the form of 120 Pulse rifles. The day was won, the Fire Warriors looked up to Tai for his bravery, but never-the-less, Shas’el Engo still gave Tai a bad report to the Shas’o at headquaters.
Tai has seen too many enterprising young officers getting the leg-up to being a Battlesuit “worthy” Tau, watching their eyes light up as they eagerly tell the engineers how they want their new XV-8 mecha to be customised. It has now came to the point where Tai almost doesn’t care about piloting an XV-8, instead developing a pride in his position as a Fire Warrior, constantly trying to prove to the Battlesuit pilots that regular infantry can do great things- especially his squad. Discipline is efficiency, efficiency is competence, and competence will earn him victory and the respect of the Battlesuit pilots.
When the Devilfish came to a halt, Tai’jan promptly climbed out via the commander’s cupola on the roof, making use of the graceful curves of the Tau vehicle; with the rest of the squad assembling outside via the circular doors. Eager to find out exactly what had made Tai want to stop their journey, Daichi’aval stepped forward and followed Tai’s eyes, noticing a single Tau running towards them.
“He’s a Pathfinder…” Tai said in a serious and somewhat concerned tone, noticing Daichi’s inquisitive presence.
“oh, the lone-wolfs that go out and survey the front line for enemy positions and prime targets..” said Daichi.
“No Daichi, they travel in teams, and they should be in a Devilfish like us” said Tai, not surprised at Daichi’s ignorance.
His armour beaten, his muscles aching, the Pathfinder tried to run as fast as his tired legs could carry him, desperate to get to the distant red figures that he recognised as a friendly Fire Warrior squad.
Eventually he stopped at the Fire Warriors, doubling over and clutching his knees as he tried to get oxygen into his franticly contracting lungs. After a couple of minutes, he heard one of the Warriors speak; “Are you ok Shas,la? We have some medical provisions in the Devilfish….”
“It’s ok, I just need to catch my breath…” replied the Pathfinder before passing out and collapsing on the grass in front of the bemused Warriors.
“Y’know, that mark on his armour looks a lot like the kind you get from being hit by an Ork Choppa…” said Daichi in a matter-of-fact tone. “Don’t remind me…” said an annoyed Tai.
“Welcome to our Devilfish.” came the voice of Tai as the Pathfinder awoke inside the ventilated hull of the Devilfish. “I am Tai, Shas’ui of this fine squad of Fire Warriors; and who might you be?”
“I am Shas’la Ri’uji.” Said the Pathfinder as the memories came flooding back, “The squad…my friends…..we were ambushed…”
Flashback
“Hey Tejas, I know we are here to oversee the Kroot’s progress, but did the Shas’el need us to oversee them eating too? Said Ri’uji, disgusted at the way the Kroot savagely devoured the dead Orks in the jungle clearing.
“Well I think we are lucky to travel with the Kroot.” Said Tejas while looking up at the night sky, “They are the ultimate soldiers of endurance; you don’t need to give them many rations, you just let them kill to eat and eat to kill. Plus the Kroot’s ferocity makes the Orks think twice before assaulting our forces.”
“Do Orks think at all? I think the Kroot will be severely disappointed if they are expecting brains to be on the menu today…” Said Ri’uji.
The kroot are normally quite good at detecting their pray as it approaches, but this time they were too busy feasting on their orky meals. So as one Kroot happily started on his desert, he was blissfully unaware that his desert had some friends, friends that could run, gun, charge and shout.
“WAAAGH!!!” roared the voice of Warboss Magbog Shakgrod, immediately causing the Kroot to quickly turn their heads in the direction of the war cry. As the ground shook from the brute force of 60 charging Orks, the 21 Kroot were visibly distressed and made frantic grabs for their rifles. |
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Rainstorm5
Cogito ergo doleo
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At the black background. The foot is gray and lined
Too large, and the age of its owner is not defined.
All five of its toes are positioned just so
Where the rest of its body is, I really don't know. A footprint on the wall was the only path that I knew. |
There are a lot of good writings in this section, and I particularly liked the passage, above. Beautiful work.
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Footnote:Because I am a visual literalist, I was told I should not write. But I have learned figurative language and this is the result. I have written many poems. My kids like them and maybe, just maybe I will publish them, along with my philosophical ramblings. Thanks for reading. |
I'm a visual literalist as well, and I don't think I've ever figured out abstract thought and how to properly use symbolism in my writing. It can be 'faked,' though, which I'm told I can manage pretty well. It's a matter of learning what actions 'show' what emotion. Describing emotions through visuals is tough, but it can be done. It took me five years of trial and error to figure out how to do it when I'm lousy at reading people's emotions. Essentially I took notes of people's different actions when under the 'influence' of various emotions and inserted them into my narrative where I felt a display of emotion was appropriate to a given scene. I'm still accused of creating 'stiff' and 'wooden' characters from time to time, but I like to think I'm getting better at it.
Good poems posted here, as well as the various chapters contributed. I haven't read all of them yet, but I will. Terrific stuff, everyone!
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Rainstorm5
Cogito ergo doleo
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Here's an excerpt from one of my short stories. Over the last decade, I've learned all the 'rules' about writing and try to apply them when I can. Still, there's more to writing that simply learning rules. In my stuff, there's always something missing. Emotion, perhaps. In this one (based on someone I knew in my childhood, during the 1980's heavy metal days), we meet a girl everyone calls 'Freak,' who despises another girl for simply being lucky. This is only a small part of a 4,000 word story, and since I don't want a mile-long post, I've only put in a few paragraphs. My work is pretty edgy, but I think this one is tame enough to post here. Any bad words have been removed.
Freak
copyright 2007, JC Clayton
There were certain people toward whom all good things flow. Steph Bridgeton was one of those people. Freak hated her for it.
Well, hate was probably too weak of word. Loathed, despised, execrated... Those words were probably better. Freak absently braided a piece of her raven black hair and watched as Steph slid her skinny arm around Gareth's waist. The girl should have known better. Gareth was Freak's only true love, even if he didn't know it yet. Blonde stun-bunny Steph would soon pay for crossing the line into Freak's territory.
"Have fun, Staph," Freak muttered. "I'll be waiting." She and her best pal Karissa eyed the couple as they sauntered by. Gareth whispered something into Steph's ear and the girl giggled. Steph's hand slipped down into Gareth's back pocket and squeezed what should have been Freak's property.
"They suck," Karissa said, and snorted with laughter. "Gareth should be your man, Frances."
Freak disliked the name "Frances" and reminded Karissa of this fact with a punch in the arm when they got up to stagger off toward Algebra class. "You're correct, my dear heart. Staph's going to rue the day she ever laid a hand on him."
"Staph? As in 'Staph infection?' Good one, Freak. You're like butter - you're on a roll."
Freak rolled her eyes and thought Karissa laughed too easily at stupid crap, just like stun-bunny Steph. "Yeah, ha, ha. Anyway, I've decided on the time and the place."
"When and where?"
Freak smiled. "Today, at a quarter after four. The bus stop on Fourth and Meridian. Staph's got that job at the hot dog stand in the mall and she's got to be there by five."
Karissa frowned, looking uncertain now that Freak laid out the time line. Their plan was 'for-really-reals' now. "What if she, like, gets a ride to work from her mom or something? Or the bus shows up earlier?"
"Then we reschedule," Freak said. She stared at her friend. "You in or not? Now's the time to tell me."
Karissa came to a stop along a row of lockers. Everyone was already in class and the two of them were late, as usual. She ran a hand through her purplish red hair and chewed her gum thoughtfully. Finally she gave a long sigh and said, "Whatever. I guess I'll try to be there."
Freak doubted it. But afterward, if Karissa said a word to anyone, she'd pay, too. Kicking the crap out Karissa would upset Freak, but she could deal with it. Pain, after all, was a necessary part of life. She nodded and watched Karissa disappear into the classroom, letting the door slam shut behind her. Karissa's cowardly waffling only solidified Freak's resolve. No backing out now.
Freak didn't bother going to class. Instead, she strolled out into the student parking lot, sat on the curb and glanced up at the sky. The phlegm-green color of the clouds signaled that rain was on the way. Freak didn't mind. In fact, slick conditions would only help. She lit a cigarette and glanced at her watch. Only two and half hours until lucky Steph got unlucky.
This really wasn't about Steph, though, was it? Ordinarily, Freak could have cared less about the other girl. No, this was all about luck and how Freak was going to turn it her way for a change. From today on, things were going to be different.
Bad luck and good luck were supposed to ebb and flow like an ocean tide, hitting you with one or the other. This unspoken rule didn't seem to apply to girls like Steph or Freak. Steph got all the good, and Freak got all the bad. Maybe good luck was nothing more than a spectre that hovered near newborn babes just after they entered the world, passing over most of them and settling into a chosen few. Good luck was selective. Freak knew that better than anyone.
Luck, as a living entity. How cool was that?
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- Jillian
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Zmason
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To all Jane Austen fans
Please get out your copy of Pride and Prejudice, and check to see if the following names work in the context they are placed in. This is for my companion novel to Pride and Prejudice, of which the name I will keep silent until it is done. This is the will of Fritgerald Darcy, Fritzwillam's father. See if you can figure out what the loop hole is in this will that will create the storyline. If you can't find it with much ease, good. That's the way I planned it. Thank ypu
My Final will and testament
I, Fitzgerald Darcy, of the county of Devonshire, in the country of the England, on the date of March 3, 1806, do hereby declare this as my last will and testament, revoking all other previous wills or testaments of this type.
One (1): All debts, medical expenses, and other expenses are to be paid out first from the family treasury. If such monies are not sufficient, property may be auctioned off to settle said debts.
Two (2): To my dearest daughter, Georgian, I hereby bequeath the sum of thirty thousand (30,000) pounds, to be transferred to her husbands estate after proper marriage. To my dearest son, Fitzwilliam, I hereby bequeath ten thousand (10,000) pounds to be shared with his wife upon proper marriage.
Three (3): I hereby bequeath that a comfortable living be afforded all my immediate family members, including all brother’s and sister’s, and in particular Mr. George Whickam, as soon as he decides to take orders from the church. He shall be given this living upon the opening of such a position within the household. All brother’s and sister’s, including Lady Catherine de Burg, shall be cared for until their dying day by Mr. William Bingly.
Four (4): I grant guardianship to all the estates under my name to my son, Fitzwilliam, to be bequeathed fairly and partially to his wife upon proper marriage.
Five (5): All personal property, unless auctioned off to pay debtors, is to fall under the guardianship of my son, Fitzwilliam, as are any servants under my roof at the time of my death, and any other matters which may arise after my death. Upon proper marriage, these properties and problems bequeathed to my son, Fitzwilliam, shall be equally and partially distributed to his wife.
Six (6): I hereby appoint the honorable Mr. Catherine de Burg as the chief executor of this will, and as an alternate if he is not in a right state of mind or otherwise incapacitated, Sir William Lucas is to take his place. I have no other offers to make on any other contingencies.
Seven (7): If the above will can not be carried out in one way or another by the executor, due to my son not having been properly married, or my daughter not having been properly married, or as to the state of good or ill that exists in both of them, all properties, monies, and personal properties will fall under the executor’s guardianship, with the owner to be determined by the executor.
Eight ( 8 ): I place my dearest daughter Georgiana, under the joint guardianship of Colonel Fitzpatrick and my son, Fitzwilliam.
I do hereby declare that this testament has been witnessed by the following in front of a attorney and a notary public on this, the 3rd of march, 1806, in my right mind and body.
Witness
Witness
Witness
Attorney at law
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JerryHatake
Kumdo Practitioner
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The Power of Diversity
“The Power of Diversity” begins with Douglas Fredrick and Michael Adams both leaving home and moving into the dorms at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia. Both characters’ parents are excited and sad to see their child going off to college and into the adult world. Both characters however feel uninsured how they will cope with these new experiences that will occur.
Upon moving into Dickenson 2, Douglas and Michael first meets their RA of the floor, Michelle Carmen, who is a nice sophomore New Century College Leader Studies student and a first time Resident Advisor. They then bump into each other as they are roommates and meet each other for the first time. They started at each other blankly until Douglas said hello and his name in which Michael returns likewise. They later meet the rest of their floor mates at the first floor meeting who come from different places from across the states. This is when Douglas mentions he is a Rappahannock Indian which comes a shock to everyone because he looks likes a Caucasian.
After the floor meeting, while Douglas and Michael were back in their dorm room, two of their floor mates, Brenda Page and Amanda Sydney, knocked on their door ask if they come in. They are first to enter Douglas and Michael’s room due to they found interesting from the rest of the guys on the floor. During the moment both Douglas and Michael tell the girls that they have Asperger’s Syndrome which come a shock to both the girls and the two of them. Thus their friendship is forged by mere knowledge of Asperger’s Syndrome among the two of them.
Douglas, Amanda, Brenda and Michael all seated together when the first day of their Freshman New Century College First Year Experience. They all noticed this interesting professor by the name Jerry Holy which they were all assigned to. After the lunch break, they all went to Meeting Room B to meet the rest of their seminar. Professor Holy introduces himself and everyone does likewise. After the first class, Professor Holy asked both Douglas and Michael to stay to talk to him for a moment. In this talk, Professor Holy reveals he has Asperger’s to the boys and he said if they need to talk to someone about things they can see him. He also mentions Young Jung and GMU Kumdo Club to the boys for stress relief as well because he’ll be at practice as well as a former member. Amanda and Brenda waited for them outside the room and they left for the dorms.
The next day, the whole first year NCC cohort had to meet in the Johnson Center Cinema. Douglas, Michael, and the girls arrived early because Professor Holy asked them to be along with the rest of his seminar. They were the first one there to arrive. Professor Holy was there along with another gentleman. He introduced himself to Douglas, Michael and the girls as Alexander Plank or Alex Plank as he preferred. They were all shock to meet the creator of the Wrong Planet website. Even Amanda and Brenda knew because they have relatives with Autism and AS. Thus the connection between the six characters has been intertwined by a disability and neurodiversity. The film that was been shown to the cohort was a film made by Alex titled, In the Eyes of Autism Spectrum Disorders.
After seeing the film, Alex opens a discussion to the cohort in which a few people went to insult the people in his film which made Douglas and Michael feel very upset but they keep their cool because Amanda and Brenda were upset as well which give them some comfort. Alex also mentions that there will be Autism Spectrum Disorders Rally in Washington in January for federal recognition as capable Americans in society. The gang decides that they should go to the rally. Unknown to them though the Rappahannock Tribe is also having their rally for their federal recognition on the very same day. The rest of week one goes well for the gang.
The second week of classes for Douglas, Brenda, Amanda, and Michael is going well. On Monday, the four of them went to the first Kumdo Club practice of the fall semester. They were quite surprised how different Korean traditions were from their own including Rappahannock traditions and Jewish traditions. Young Jung and his fellow officers, Grace Lee Park, Sarah O’Conner, Jaeha Ro and Andy O’Neill, were a big impression on the gang. The girls were even shock to see Professor Holy to be there. Even a big shock was that Professor Holy was a Sabumnim (Master) for the school that the club is associated with, United States Hwa Rang Kwan Kumdo Institute. After the club practice, Professor Holy offered the gang if they like to come to U.S. Hwa Rang Kwan Chantilly for more training in which they accepted. He tells them to come by to the dojang (school) later in the week.
Wednesday of the same week, Douglas, Brenda, Amanda, and Michael go to U.S. Hwa Rang Kwan Chantilly to see Professor Holy for more training in Kumdo. They were surprised how Professor Holy knew so much about Kumdo that they decide to sign for classes at U.S. Hwa Rang Kwan. Professor Holy also gives the four them a life lesson dealing with improving your life. Upon return back to Mason, some of their floor mates were making funny Alex Plank in which Douglas and Michael yell at them to stop it and then their floor mates then start making funny of them which causes Douglas and Michael to run their room crying. Amanda and Brenda become worried and email Professor Holy about the incident.
The next day after class was done, Professor Holy asked Douglas and Michael to stay after. He told that he heard about what happened last night from Amanda and Brenda and tell them that let it go because it will only their floor mates a reason to attack them through insults. He also tells them that if they need someone to talk about things, they can go to him for advice. He also mentions to signed up on Wrong Planet and ask for advice from its member and Alex.
A few months have passed that Douglas, Brenda, Amanda and Michael have improved in many aspect of Kumdo in which they are now yellow belts and in their education. They also learned each other traditions through seeing each other’s families. They are going into Washington, D.C. for the ASD rally on the mall. Upon arriving in D.C. they encounter a fight between the Rappahannocks and ASD rally people that one of the Rappahannock Native Americans notices and recognized Douglas and yell to him to stop being with those white men because they can’t be trust and same happens to Michael. This incident leads to Douglas and Michael to argue between themselves about those racial terms and their friendship means nothing that they stop speaking to each other. Once again, the girls seek the aid of Professor Holy and now Alex Plank. The four them hatch a plan for the boys to regain each other’s trust via a sparring match between the two of them.
When Douglas arrives with Brenda at U.S. Hwa Rang Kwan Chantilly on the following Wednesday, Michael and Amanda were already there and when the boys they glared at each other then look in the opposite direction of each other. Professor Holy and Alex come out of the office in the dojang and walk up to the boys and tell them since they been angering at each other that only way to solve their problem is a Kumdo sparring match. The boys agree to the match. Michael scores the first point but Douglas scores the second. Michael then realizes that he and Douglas are the same and that their fighting is meaningless among themselves. Michael then allows Douglas to win the match. After the match, Michael and Douglas apologized to each other for their behavior and action towards one other. Alex then tells them to meet him and Jerry in the Johnson Center on Saturday.
Saturday came very quickly with a rekindled friendship for Douglas and Michael. They went to the Johnson Center and met up with Jerry and Alex. They grab a bite to eat and sat down with the boys. They explained to the boys about coping in life because Alex and Jerry explained how they coped with their college experience. They told the boys not to the same mistakes that they did. With these new founded thoughts in their minds, Douglas and Michael decided to prove that they coexist with each other and trust one other.
Douglas, Michael, Amanda, Brenda go back to the mall in D.C. to start a new rally that championed for the right of federal recognition for both Rappahannock Tribe and the Autism Spectrum Disorders people. This bold act of patriotism cause sparks in both parties to go to D.C. to tell the four them to stop this childish belief of coexist among Native Americans, Caucasians, and people with disabilities. However, Douglas, Michael, Amanda and Brenda explained to the angry crowd that if they continue to fight then no one will received federal recognition at all. This bold statement by the four of them causes the groups to realize that they were wrong along about each other based off western film portraying the different ethnic groups’ stereotypes.
The two groups agree to have a joint rally for human recognition from the federal government. Eventually, the federal government passes new bills and laws to recognize the Rappahannock Tribe and people with Autism Spectrum Disorders as human beings and equal citizens of the United States. The impossible happened because the friendship of Douglas and Michael had proving to the world that no matter what the color of your skin, ethnic background or disability; you can live in society as a capable human being. Amanda and Brenda were both proud of the boys that in the last few weeks of their freshman year, the girls admit their feelings to the boys. The boys were shocked and happy to find out about this news that they decide enjoy each other’s for the reminder of their lives.
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Each person gets his or her own freedom and passion one by one
For us who were born in order to shine, our journey will continue
The trump card that supports the uncertain days is your Soul
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MissConstrue
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Little girls it seems to say
Never stray upon your way
Never trust a stranger friend
For no one knows how it will end
As your pretty so be wise
Wolves may lurke in every guise
And as then tis simple truth
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JerryHatake
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A Bright Dawn Ahead
(Fanfic of One Piece's LuffyxNami characters are the rigthful property of Oda Eiichirō.)
After barley escaping Garp’s attack on them at Water Seven. The Straw Hat Pirates with newly joined Franky the Shipwright and the return of Usopp are now on a brand new adventure.
The night was and the sea was calm. Everyone aboard Thousand Sunny was fast asleep except for two. Luffy and Nami were on the top deck looking out at the vast ocean of stars and water. Nami then spoke, “We been together for quite sometime, Luffy.” “Sure have Nami, and we been through so much too,” replied Luffy grinning at her. “Well with the recent events at Enies Lobby and our past adventures, everybody has become attached to you Luffy,” Nami stated, “Yet it seem to me that I have become more attached to you than anyone else of the crew.”
“What do you mean by more attached Nami?” asked a very puzzled Luffy. “Well Luffy, um I mean that I’m um in love with you,” replied Nami blushing. “Really Nami, and I thought I was only one who felt that way toward you,” said a surprised Luffy. “What do you mean by the only one, Luffy?” she asked. “Well um, I’m in love with you since I recalled calling you my nakama,” he replied blushing with his hand on back of his head.
“Oh Luffy, you are a great captain and even more,’ said Nami as she turned to Luffy’s face and hugged him. “Nami, you are a great navigator and even more yourself,” said Luffy as he put his arms around Nami’s body and stares into her eyes. They stare into each other’s eyes then finally kissed as true love. They kissed for an hour. Upon finishing, Luffy asked Nami, “Nami, after we find One Piece and complete your map of the world, I wanted you to be at my side forever.” “Oh Luffy, I will be there with you at your side I promised,” she replied.
The Sun started to slowly rise on the horizon. “Look Luffy, the sunrise is coming and its beautiful don’t you agree,” said Nami. “Yeah it is just like you Nami, “he replied grinning with her blushing. “Look like we have a bright future ahead us Nami,” said Luffy staring at the sunrise. “Yes we do, Luffy, yes we do,” she replied with her head on his shoulder as they both stare at the sunrise. A bright dawn lies ahead for them to come.
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JohKnip
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sorry the format is a little strange its a script (the first script i ever wrote  ) i hope it flows. **WARNING** there is language and mature themes in this script please take that into account before reading!! I'd appreciate any and all feed back, thank you. Note: i added spaces to it so its easier to read i wrote it on final draft (a professional script writing software) and it automatically formats it like this sorry.
INT. RON’S LAUNDRY ROOM - DAY
RON walks into his laundry room from his garage, with a tired angry look on his face. His laundry room floor is very dirty, looking as if it hasn’t been maintained in months. Clothes are on the floor everywhere some dirty, some clean. The home work out gym he used to use is now used to drape clothes over. Ron is wearing his stained work clothes, a blue button down shirt, and slightly ripped blue jeans. He takes off his black shoes and throws them into the middle of the laundry room.
INT. RON’S KITCHEN - DAY
Ron walks into his kitchen and sets down coke that he bought at work and quickly reaches for one of the many bottles of alcohol on the kitchen table. He pours an excess amount of rum into his coke and slams the bottle on the table. His table is littered with bottles some tipped over, some upright, many empty, a few half full. He has many candy bar wrappers and pizza boxes on the table and floor.
INT. RON’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Ron walks over to his stove, walking with seemingly no purpose in his life. He begins heating up tomato soup that has been sitting on the stove for a full day. His sink is full of dirty dishes and his stove clearly hasn’t been cleaned for months. When the soup is boiling he tries to find the least dirty bowl in the sink and grabs a plastic spoon for the drawer which is littered with plastic utensils. He pours the soup into the bowl he finds and drops the pot in the sink.
INT. RON’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Ron walks back over to his table and sits down with his soup and rum and coke. He takes his medication he has been prescribed for his depression and begins eating while looking at a picture of his now formal wife. The glass in the frame is cracked and it brings back bad memories of when it became cracked.
FLASHBACK INT. RON’S FOYER - NIGHT
Ron and his wife MARY are standing in the foyer fighting.
RON
You f***ing bitch, I thought you loved me. I can’t believe you would go around and sleep with my best friend.
MARY
Oh you little f***ing cry baby grow the f**k up. You didn’t please me in the bedroom so I had to find someone else who did.
RON
(Crying)
Fine then leave you f***ing bitch. I don’t need you in my life i’d be better off. LEAVE! NOW! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
MARY
Fine! Hope you have a great f***ing life and burn in hell!
Mary grabs their daughter and storms out. In a blind rage Ron picks up a picture of the family and slams it on the ground. Ron breaks down on his knees crying.
END FLASHBACK
INT. RON’S KITCHEN
Ron is crying. He wipes his tears from his eyes and is now in a blind rage that he can no longer control. He slams the frame on the ground once again and gets up from his chair tipping it over in the process. He takes his bottle of pills and downs them and chugs a quarter bottle of rum in the process.
RON
(Crying)
I QUIT!
INT. RON’S KITCHEN
Ron begins to seizure and begins throwing up a foamy substance. He falls on to the floor and continues to seizure for less than a minute and finally lays still, dead.
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aspergian_mutant
Learning to Walk
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Delirium
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Age: 18
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This is a poem I wrote last night. (Note: It's not about anyone in particular. I don't know anyone named Maralyn, although I do know two people named Marilyn, and I don't know anyone who fits the description of the girl in the poem.)
Oh Maralyn
Why must you be so smart
And why must I be so dumb?
I may have the higher IQ
But you could even convince
Hitler to love the Jews
And the Pope to renounce Catholicism
Whereas I have a tongue of tin foil
And your tongue is not silver, but platinum
And Maralyn
Why must you be so beautiful
With your dark red hair and green eyes
You would be the prize
That Aphrodite would offer
For that golden apple
But your tongue
Is lovelier than any part of you
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princesseli
Pileated woodpecker
Joined: Jan 08, 2008
Age: 20
Posts: 190
Location: Honolulu HI/ Los Angeles CA
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This is suppose to be a stupid song I came up by playing a few power chords. I was channeling my own form of teen angst when I was writing this.
Losing Myself
I'll never break free
From what confides me
I can barely see
Whats in front of me
Life can be so hard
Living in the shadows of the dark
I can barely believe
What has happen to me
I got to find a way
To keep myself together
I got to find a place
Where I stop myself from falling
Just give me that one place
Where I can finally be myself
Once I come out of hiding
I can show you what you've never seen before
I never believed what they said
When they told me the news
They thought I'd never come back
Because I was far from saving
I never hurt anyone
I never disrupted anything
I dont know why your doing this
Just stay out of my way
Just stay out of my way
It really hurts me
That I'm getting treated this way
They've locking me in handcuffs
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JerryHatake
Kumdo Practitioner
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Age: 20
Posts: 8980
Location: Woodbridge, VA
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A Perfect Union of Love and Happiness
A few days have passed since the Straw Hat Pirates have found and obtained One Piece. The crew accomplished their individual goals and more through their adventures. They gain so much fame by defeating stronger pirate crews that they were given position of power and authority over other pirates in the government. Their bounties no longer exist for their achievements for good and justice.
Abroad Thousand Sunny, in Robin’s and her room, Nami was twisting and turning in her bed as if she was having a bad dream. She suddenly woke up screaming, “No!” She was sweating when Luffy woke up next to her. He then turn to her and asked her, “What is wrong, Nami?” “Nothing is wrong, Luffy,” she replied. “I know you are lying, Nami. I have been sleeping with you over at least fifty times since our talk and first kiss,” he said staring into her eyes with his simple gaze. “Even our nakamas knew about us and when something is wrong with one of us when we acted strangely,” he continued to stare into her eyes. He placed his hand on her hand. She finally gave into him and let out a big sign. “Alright Luffy, you win and I will tell why I screamed in the first place to you,” she said.
“I had a bad dream that I saw you being killed by evil pirates, you died in my hands and I was never going to see you and your cheerful face ever again,” said Nami sadly to Luffy. “Nami, I will never be killed by evil pirates,” replied Luffy with a grin. “I once had a similar dream about you sometime back but I decide to not to tell you because we will live and died together as a lovely couple,” he said with a cheerful smile towards her. “Yeah, you are right Luffy, because our bounties no longer active,” she replied with a cheerful smile on her face back to him. They both laugh together with happiness. They then kissed each other for a bit.
Suddenly, Sanji knocks on the door and said, “Breakfast is ready, Nami-san and Luffy!” They stopped kissing and replied, “Okay we will be right down.” They took a good stroll down to the kitchen and dining room where everyone was having breakfast. When they arrived in the kitchen and dining room, everyone was in a very cheerful mood and enjoying the beautiful breakfast that a first rate chef could make. Nami and Luffy sat down next to each other. Zoro asked them, “How was your night, you two?” before he saw Usoppu trying to steal his food and began yelling at him for it. Nami and Luffy laughed at Zoro’s and Usoppu’s argument and replied, “It was a good and peaceful night for us.” “Well that is good to hear from you two,” said Sanji while he was serving them their breakfast which they asked for the night before and under his breath, “Shitty rubber man, I deserve to be Nami-san’s lover.” Chopper overheard Sanji’s comment and began to giggle about it until Sanji notices and hit him on the head for it. “Nami and Luffy look like a perfect match for each other after all, said Robin with some giggles from Chopper fighting Sanji for him hitting him in the head.
“Oi Robin, you are correct about us,” replied Luffy with his usual cheerful grin towards everyone. “That is Mugiwara for you always grinning cheerfully and happily,” said Franky with a chuckle and a bottle of cola in his hand. “Well here is something that everyone would not suspect me to do at all,” said Luffy. He gets up from his chair, kneels on one knee and takes out a small box from his pocket in front of Nami. “Nami, I was thinking over our love for each other. I had this wonderful thought in my head that we are meant to be together and…” He paused before continuing. “And?” she replied and asked. “And I was wondering if you will marry me, Nami?” he said as he opened the small box revealing a ring with a beautiful diamond and beautiful pearls embedded into the ring. Everyone’s jaws dropped, Sanji the most out of the crew, when Luffy asked Nami the marriage question. “Oh Luffy, I been waiting for you to say those words for a long time. Of course, I will marry you,” she said with cheerful tears, hugging and kissing him.
Zoro shows a cheerful smile. Usoppu, Chopper, and Franky were crying many tears of joy. Sanji is in complete and crying out his failure to unable take Nami’s love for Luffy. Robin has a cheerful smile on face. Brooke was crying only to realize he has no eyes to make tears. “Yo-hohohohohohohoho, I am so happy for you two that I’m crying tears of joy. But I don’t have eyes, Skull Joke Yo-hohohohohohoho!!!!” he replied. Everyone began to laughing at Brooke’s joke.
“Well that settle things now,” said Luffy as he puts the engagement ring on Nami’s hand. “Oh Luffy where did you find such a gorgeous ring?” asked Nami as she gazed at her ring. “I found it while look around in One Piece and I thought it would lovely on you, Nami,” he replied as sat back down next to her once more. “I guess Luffy wanted the mood to be perfect and the whole crew to witness the moment,” said Usoppu while stealing some food from Chopper’s plate. “Luffy and Nami are now the Pirate King and Queen,” shouted an excited Chopper who didn’t noticed Usoppu and his actions. “That is right, Chopper, the Pirate King and Queen, Luffy and Nami,” said Nami with a cheerful smile. “Oi Sanji, can you make a gigantic feast with a gigantic wedding cake?” asked Luffy. “Sure Luffy, I will make the greatest feast and cake that you two ever seen before,” replied Sanji. “Shitty rubber man, you took my lovely Nami-san from me,” he said under his breath again. “The Pirate King Luffy and Pirate Queen Nami that is so amazing,” said Chopper in total amazement. “Aw how sweet of you to say about us, Chopper,” replied Nami. Chopper start to blush from Nami’s compliment.
“Oi Zoro and Usoppu, I want you two to be my best men!!!!” said Luffy. Zoro and Usoppu were drinking some juice when Luffy asked them and they spat out the juice in complete shock. “What!!!!! You want us to be your best men?” they replied with shocked faces. “Yes. Oi Chopper you can be the ring bearer for us,” replied Luffy. “What!!!!!!!! Me the ring bearer?” said a shocked Chopper. “Yes,” said Luffy in return to Chopper’s response. “Oi Nami, who your wedding ceremony party going to be?” he asked Nami. “I think Robin and Vivi will make great bride maidens,” she replied. Robin smiled cheerfully at Nami’s comment and nodded in agreement. “Nojiko can help with the food and wedding planning as well,” she continued with a cheerful smile. Sanji felt better when hearing Nojiko’s name being mentioned. “Oi Cook, you better have a lot of Cola ready for after ceremony celebration,” said Franky. “We will need plenty of beer as well,” added Zoro with a few laughs with Franky.
Everyone began to laugh at Zoro’s and Franky’s comments. “This is going to be a jolly good time for us,” said a cheerful Usoppu. All of sudden, the dining room door opens and a man with red hair enters the room. “Oi Luffy, you were not going forget about inviting my crew and I to your wedding now would you?” asked the red haired man with a grin. “Shanks! Of course I would not forget and you and the Red Haired Pirates!!!!” shouted an excited Luffy. Shanks began to laugh and said to Luffy, “I also brought someone else that you know very well along with me.” Another man in black shorts, wearing red beads around his neck and black hair enters. “My little brother is getting married and not to just any woman but the most beautiful woman in the world,” the man said. “Ace!!!!” replied a shocked Luffy. Ace itch his head out of embarrassment from Luffy’s response.
“LUFFY!!!!!” screamed someone very loudly. Luffy and Ace began to shake and sweat because they instantly recognized the voice. A tall man in a Marines’ officer uniform appears in the doorway. “Grandpa!” Luffy and Ace shouted. “Luffy. You could at least welcome me politely and properly instead of screaming my name you know,” said Garp while picking his nose. He then notices Ace in the room. “Oi Ace, you are alive and well it seems after Marshall D. Teach dragged you in half dead,” he said to Ace. “Don’t remind me old man. I swear to kick Teach’s ass good when I see him next time,” replied Ace while cracking his knuckles. “HaHaHaHaHaHa! Don’t worry about Blackbeard, Ace. He was beaten to a pulp by Luffy here after he found it was him who defeated you in the first place,” replied Garp. “Oi Luffy took you enough to notice that I was defeated by the baka of man,” laughed Ace as he sat down on the bench. “Oi Ace, I also actually saved you being publically executed while my crew and I were in …… uh I forgot where it was now,” said Luffy. “That’s Luffy for you everyone, simple minded and forget things easily sometimes,” laughed Shanks which everyone joined in including Luffy himself. “Well that means I have a life debt to my little brother then,” laughed Ace cheerfully. Usoppu stood up on his chair and say, “Three cheers for Luffy, Nami, and their wonderful for each other!” Everyone screamed, “Hooray for Luffy and Nami!!!!” Luffy and Nami blushed while grin at everyone. They then kiss each other in front of everyone which made everyone cried except Zoro with his cheerful smile. “Now that is what you called a perfect union of love and happiness,” said Shanks nudging Garp in his ribs while grinning. “Yes and also Shanks don’t nudged me in the ribs again,” replied Garp. “Now let’s have a huge celebration everyone!!!!” shouted Luffy. Everyone partied and drank well into the night.
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Each person gets his or her own freedom and passion one by one
For us who were born in order to shine, our journey will continue
The trump card that supports the uncertain days is your Soul
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syzygyish
Dada Dodo
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Age: 41
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Location: waiting for IF
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I met her again today
she's the hot checkout chick
her name is alisa
i didn't want to get served by her
but unfortunately the line moved too fast for me to anticipate
and suddenly it was just me and her
I've surprised her but I don't think that counts
I think that she wants to be surprised
by a guy that doesn't have aspergers
I've done this so many times before
and I don't want to do it anymore
crying
I want you all to ignore this because it belongs in the haven
somehow I just can't go there
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-JR
Phoenix
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Age: 22
Posts: 795
Location: Somewhere in Time
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I wrote this a few years ago. Now I know why I wrote it, and really don't feel as hopeless as I seem there:
(Tree was my psuedonym)
| Quote: | Standing Still
Tree
Mounting the failures
Visions never seen
I've come to an end
Past is catching up to me
Fear that paralyzes
Fuels an apathy
My mind realizes
No worths in me
Symptoms of success
Drowned out by this mess
Where is the me
Those others see
Chained to the comfort
Lone self built this fort
The ship-still anchored
Rocket-still grounded
Isolation-still harbored
Ideas-still unfounded
Standing still...
I see the world-
Pulsating with life
I see the world-
Standing still... |
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Still grateful.
"...do you really think you're in control...?"
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LukeVanTramp
Hummingbird
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Age: 21
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OEDIPUS COOKIE
A NOVEL
PRELUDE
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I awoke lying on small mound of things flaccid and rancid, everything that would have rendered you and your consummate middle class ideals into something broken, impotent and threatening.
Hygiene, aesthetics, ambience… all the major illusions inverted to the point of paroxysm.
Dead fish. Salmon. Shrimp. Banana peels. Banana Leaves. Ants and rice. I smelt like cat piss.
It was unpleasant, but I was comfortable.
I could hear two people, one male, one female, arguing behind the wall next to the garbage heap.
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The only memories I have of my mother’s features are a collection of lines enshrouded by crisscrosses of darkness, the afterimage of microbes on the surface of the thin layer of fluid around my eyeballs dancing around her blurry contours like an aura.
After I was born my parents taught me how to talk and write in 3 weeks, with the prolonged and excessive usage of brain jacks, literally installing information into a hard drive that was my brain through the circuitry manipulation of my neurons.
My nursery was the Pink Room, where everything was plastic and smelt of disinfectant. After my mind was wired up to do what it was meant to do, I was locked up in it for 17 years. The brain jacks made me autistic so it wasn’t like I was capable of much socializing anyhow.
Every morning at precisely 6.45 a.m., after untying the strap that held the mint-flavored oral placebo (on weekends it was strawberry flavored) firmly at the back of my throat, mother would go out of the room, shut the door, and the lights would go on.
Come to think of it I’m not even sure that was my mother. Could have been a very dedicated nursemaid.
“Mother” would slide a pen and pad underneath the door, and I would pick them up, go to the pink desk by the pink nightstand, and write.
I would spend exactly 8 hours writing about meat cleavers, second chances, true love, and dogs copulating in the alley outside of… whatever the hell I was confined in, were it a maze or a desert.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
Mother fed me based on what I wrote.
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I constructed my first sentence when I was 4 months old.
It was a semi-coherent blue scrawl with a faded blue sharpie:
I AM
The lights went out, and Mother came in. I heard the sound of a plate rattling against a metal tray, and Mother went out.
The lights came back on, and I saw that she had left me a slice of bread. I ate it.
Six minutes later, I wrote my second sentence:
I AM NOT
The lights went out again, and mother entered and exited just as abruptly as before. Lights on. She had brought me a plate with small lumps of peanut butter smeared all over it.
Very well:
ADAM I AM NOT
Lights out. Mother left me a slice of bread with peanut butter on both sides, which I consumed when the lights went on.
I AM JOSH
Mother bought me oatmeal.
I AM A BEAR
Mother fed me prawns and rice.
I AM A TRAIL
- Wantan Noodles as trail.
COME FOLLOW ME
- Whipped cream as clouds.
COME PLAY WITH ME
- Popcorn
LET’S PLAY
- Play dough made from flour and bread crumbs
WITH MY SYNESTHESIA
- A plate of Baked Oysters!
Oh, how I feasted. They left me a bottle of Tabasco sauce and a bottle of vinegar. I ate greedily, teeth gnashing greedily against oyster shells radiating like exhaust fumes on puddles.
I burped, and smiled, and burped again.
And vomited across my bed sheets.
Putting my hands around my wet, enlarged belly and smiling contentedly, I reached for the pen and paper, and wrote them a new story:
IN 4-D
- T. V. D I N N E R S
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During my first 2 years, writing was a matter of illustrating things that I had learned about from the brain jacks, simple lines such as THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG. Mother left me a bowl of rice and peas for this.
I went on to experiment with descriptive writing. THE SENTENCE THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG HAS ALL OF THE LETTERS OF THE ALPHABETS IN IT got me a bowl of chicken and vegetable soup.
When I was three I started getting bored of bread, oatmeal, rice and soups so I started cutting up the concepts I had learnt from the brain jacks and mixing them around. By doing this, I accumulated more pieces of the nutritional pyramid:
THERE IS NO DICHONOMY BETWEEN THE EXTERNAL AND THE INTERNAL.- Chicken liver.
THERE IS NO DICHONOMY BETWEEN THE INTERNAL AND THE ETERNAL. - Flavorless Gelatin cubes.
THERE IS NO DICHONOMY BETWEEN THE EXTERNAL AND THE ETERNAL. - A ham sandwich and a cup of warm milk.
MA, COULD YOU POSSIBLY GET SOME KIT KATS IN HERE. - A can of coke.
OR SOME COOKIES. – A tic-tac.
Withholding. Just ma’s way of telling me I had a lot more to learn.
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BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO.
- Spam and fried eggs sunny side up with Worcestershire sauce and salt.
JAMES WHILE JOHN HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD HAD A BETTER EFFECT ON THE TEACHER.
- Spam and mash with tomato ketchup and salt.
石室詩士施氏，嗜獅，誓食十獅。氏時時適市視獅。十時，適十獅適市。是時，適施氏適市。
氏視是十獅，恃矢勢，使是十獅逝世。氏拾是十獅屍，適石室。石室濕，氏使侍拭石室。石室拭，氏始試食是十獅。食時，始識是十獅，實十石獅屍。試釋是事。
Brown Sugar Water
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Faz said that he didn’t approve of the mammoth-sized metal rods sticking out of Stacey’s breasts.
“Those nips are going to waste, darling.” Faz told Stacey. “Assuming there are any left after what that S&M plastic surgeon did to you.”
“You’re being utterly prejudiced.” Stacey snapped. “Chuck is NOT an S&M plastic surgeon. He’s a proper plastic surgeon who, on his free time, chooses to participate in sadomasochistic activities as a past time among consenting adults at the Bound Muscle Bar at the mall.”
“Methinks Daniel was mixing business with pleasure when he operated on you, girl. You look like a Robert Williams drawing. However are you gonna get nipple stimulation?”
“Ha-ha... It’s not just a piercing, genius. It’s a remote control vibrator. It’s wired to receptors in my nervous system. All I have to do to get an orgasm is to get those metal plates in contact with these.”
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The actress reached into her pink purse (wasn’t it a prop?) and pulled out a little metal rod with a small pink handle at the tip. She waved in front of the cinematographer, as if to ward off a vampire with a cross.
Nonplussed. The cinematographer drew a gun with a slight showman’s flourish, then aims it coldly and precisely in the middle of the actress’s face.
The actress made a choking noise and dropped the rod from her manicured fingers. The cinematographer sprang to action. He moved with a combination of speed and artistry, catching the rod mid air before it hit the ground. Just as quickly as he had whipped it out, he squirted pink paint in her face with the watergun, and slid the gun back into his holster. This happened so instantaneously that he looked like a juggler doing this.
The cinematographer set a camera up on a tripod, ignoring an angry flurry of the actress’s questions. He switched on the camera, and put on a mask shaped like a pixel mosaic. He started dancing around the actress, jabbing the blue metal sphere protruding halfway out of the surface of her breasts.
The actress made ugly, squealing noises.
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I was peeking from behind the wall watching a monkey dancing around a pig, when burly arms grabbed my shoulders, and flung me back onto the trash heap.
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Somewhere along the age of 6 I decided that if I wasn’t going to see the world outside the Pink Room, I was going to taste as much of it that I could instead. So I started writing stories.
I started my journey a McDonalds across the street where we lived. To get a Big Mac and fries, I wrote short contemporary horror stories. For a side of milkshakes, I wrote them in third person. For Sprite, I wrote it in first person. I wrote erotic fiction for pasta and Science Fiction for TV Dinners. If I wanted sushi with egg rolls I wrote existential fiction disguised in western genre conventions. If I wanted fruit I wrote colloquiums. If I craved yogurt I used symbolism. If I wanted mustard and sausages I used deconstruction and metonymy.
I had analyzed all the recipes.
Writing stories based on plot structures from Chinese fables got me sponge cake.
Reinterpreting Greek mythology got me pizza with anchovies.
Dada got me gefilte fish.
Objectivism got me shellfish.
Eastern mythology got me chocolate bunnies.
And I learnt how to get Kit Kats, too. All I had to do was write teenage romance novels.
By the time I was 9, father was a multimillionaire. He was an agent for 42 nonexistent authors ghostwritten by me. He also secured all the film rights.
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“Nosey little cocksucker.” said the director. He was holding an electronic clapper board and wearing nothing but a pair of yellow boots and a body hair oat. One boot pressed down on my ribs as I struggled.
The director lifted his foot and I rose from the mound of trash.
The director kicked me hard on my behind. I scampered off down the alley, towards a street light that temporarily blinded me. For the next 15 seconds I saw nothing but whiteness and all I could hear was my own footsteps making crunching sounds in the gravel underneath me.
I heard the director’s footsteps in huge, unruly strides behind me. Our combined footsteps created an atypical tempo. It was very disorienting. It made my legs feel wobbly. I felt like I was going to fall over.
I’d have recurring nightmares like this, of me running away from a predatory force creeping up behind me while having pins and needles over both my legs.
“Yeah, run back to your mama, little boy! Tell her we need extras for the sodomy scene.” The director yelled behind me. “I’m playing the f****, and GUESS WHAT…”
Suddenly, the only footsteps I could hear was my own.
“…IT’S NON-STIMULATED, YOU LITTLE f**k!”
Something hit the back of my head, and shattered.
I fell onto shards of green glass on the floor. They punctured my plastic suit and ripped into tight flesh.
I closed my eyes.
A split second before the pain registered, I felt calm, at peace with the world. I was born from the gravel, now the gravel was absorbing my life back in.
The pain seeped into me as soon as I unclenched my muscles. My wounds came loose. I felt the warmth and wetness of my blood seeping out from under me and into the gravel. The gravel wasn’t a part of any nature order, the gravel was a puddle of vampire quicksand sucking out my blood with its hundreds of green teeth pierced through my flesh.
I made the connection in my head at the exact same moment I registered 3 colors, green, sharp, and red.
The fragments came together in my brain and danced in circles, creating a palindrome that made perfect sense in the severity of my condition. The director had thrown a Heineken bottle at my head. I had seen them littered around the set.
“…little bastard doesn’t know how to go about minding his own god damn business…”
the director’s voice faded into distance and lingered on, melding into the grunting, animalistic noises the cinematographer and the actress were fully engaged in making. The director’s annoyed proclamations were much softer than the other two’s, but his was frighteningly audible because it was of a more consistent pitch:
“… god damn kids ought to be locked up at night.”
I crawled out of the puddle of blood and glass into the light. While I crawled I smelt my blood and bacon grease in the air.
Bacon was the taste of churned-out plot boilers and generic mystery novels. Instantly, I knew what was happening behind me.
Faz, Stacey and the director were performing a sordid Ménage à trios scene on an American flag, while flames consumed a Charcoal Grill off camera. I didn’t see any of this, but I already knew the scene by heart.
I wrote the book the screenplay was based on.
I knew better than to turn my head back to watch what I had written being re-enacted. Lot’s wife had turned into a pillar of salt when she sneaked a final longing glance back at the city of Sodom. Sodium Nitrate may taste good on steaks but it gives you colon cancer.
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Dirty limericks usually got me a Twinkie.
“There was a young lady from Brussels
who exercised her virile corpuscles
with dynamite sticks in bed
head to ass and ashes to match head
whenever she got orgasms with fire marshalls”
I wrote this on a yellowing legal pad and put it in the dumbwaiter. 30 seconds later, I heard a motor humming, chains rattling against pulleys. 15 seconds later I opened the dumbwaiter. In it was a fork, knife, and a blue porcelain rice bowl containing a sizzling, deep fried Mars Bar, a nutritionally dubious Scottish delicacy.
Oh well. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. My limerick didn’t scan anyway.
I cut off a piece of the mars bar and bit into the oily, fried dough coating the melted chocolate.
I was instantly rendered a spluttering, coughing mess. I had scalded my tongue. I spit oil and chocolate phlegm all over the floor. The Mars Bar was soaked in oil. Hadn’t anyone used a paper napkin to absorb the gunk?
The aftertaste was overwhelming. I vomited on the pink floor boards.
It was just Ma’s way of telling me not to write sh** if I didn’t want to eat it.
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I crawled out into the illuminated pavement, a tolerable distance away from the stench of burning wood and squealing noises.
The streets were empty. The houses were patchwork architectures made out of cardboard held together by yellow industrial adhesive that dripped from the sides and looked like molten honey. The tiles on the street were shaped like little hexagonal cells.
Suddenly I felt very tired, like an old bear crawling around during wintertime. I just had to hibernate.
I crawled over a manhole shaped like a pentagon to fall asleep or die, whichever came first.
In my sleep, I heard a bicycle bell ringing faintly in the distance, and another odd sound: Click click click click click click click
A man peddling a rickshaw stopped right nest to me. He stopped his rickshaw and got on his knees, and crawled slowly towards me. Under the streetlights, I saw that he was wearing a mask. It was extremely peculiar. It resembled a kabuki water buffalo, but it had no eyeholes, just a slit where the rickshaw peddler’s tongue poked out.
“I’m afraid I’ve cut myself,” I tell him.
The peddler sniffs and makes clicking noises with his tongue at me, like a dolphin ‘seeing’ with echolocation.
“You’re just a kid.”
I nod and he makes more clicking sounds.
“Have a name?”
“I don’t know. Bears don’t have names” I say, closing my eyes.
“Sure they do.” said the peddler. “Just off the top of my head, I know a bear called Yogi and another call Baloo. Then there’s Rupert, Paddington, Gummi, Pooh… why, my mother in law owns a bear called Scott. It was the quaintest thing ever. It would salivate every time we pressed a button.”
“I honestly don’t know,” I yawned.
The peddler sneezes twice and rubs his nose. “I smell roast pork.” He says. “Is someone having a barbequ | | |
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