Wednesday, November 10, 2010

50 Word Story: Tick

Like three gummy bears stuck together by the binding glue of justice. Standing on the rooftops of righteousness taking leaps of pride from righteous building to righteous building. Like a linebacker tackling the reciever of deceit. Pulling your pants up after fear has pulled them down. He is the tick!

Monday, November 8, 2010

50 Word Story: Another bottle

Awakened by another bone shattering nightmare. Everyone says time heals everything but sometimes things are written in stone and can't be erased. When you have had the one and only person you have loved ripped from you all you are left with are your nightmares and your rum soaked pillow.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Beat

My script was about a boy who really wants this girl. He thinks about her all the time but he is stuck in the friend zone. They're really good frends and he treats her really good but she only has eyes for other guys. I dot really know what to do to improve my script.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

50 Word Story: I loved you first

He grabs her hand as she lie in the hospital bed still beautiful, still graceful. "I don't want you to be lonely I want you to find somebody else". He looked down on her wiped a tear from her cheek and she was gone. "loved you first and will forever".

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

50 Word Story: Rocky

Leaning against the ropes blood and sweat dripping off his tattered face and body. He stood there in a full body paralysis thinking about all the people he was letting down. A giant bilboard was in front of his eyes flashing failure. It all changed with one simple chant, "Rocky".

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

50 Word Story: Flawed

Rain beating on the rooftop with malice. Clouds empty. The lightning bolts without electricity without meaning. The fist of Zeus pounding in the sky looking down, disappointed. Hatred and a firery desire in our hearts not love but to fight. That Is our fatal flaw. Why we dwell in sorrow.

Monday, November 1, 2010

50 Word Story: Internity

His hands were shaking and sweating yet they were firmly set in the form of an unmistakeable fist. What he was about to lose was more than what he prepared for. The only force standing between him and darkness was the glint of her light, her beauty. Stronger than him.