love it. You are a great poet. If only Shakespeare would see this

I'm back from my last post on page 10 and I brought some of the women in the Aeon series.

- Lady Archs -

Blackhawke - An expert of ranged aerial combat, Blackhawke is one of the few female Archs and her slender body is designed to fly at high speeds. A diva at heart, Blackhawke considers every human in her territory in France, to be nothing more than servants to carry out her every whim and adore her... or else.

Powers : Besides having large feathered wings sprouted from her back and being able to fly at mach-1, Blackhawke can also use a high-pitched screech that painfully debilitates her enemies.

Personal Weapons : Blackhawke uses Twin Uzi Sub-machine Guns, usually from the air or at least some kind of higher ground.


Ariana - Appearing as a pale human woman with black hair, pointy ears and sharp visible fangs, Ariana was inspired from classic horror movies. Along with her Arch partner and rumored lover, the hulking brute Hugo, Ariana has made the whole of Russia as her empire along with Ukraine and Romania, where she made her home in all places Dracula's Castle in Transylvania, Romania. Ariana is cold and heartless, honestly thinking of the humans in her territory as nothing but cattle to satisfy her hunger.

Powers : Ariana possesses practically every ability ever seen from a movie Vampire including inhuman strength, flight, shape shifting, and a seductive hypnotic stare. Unfortunately, she is also hyper-sensitive to ultra-violet light to the point of being burned quickly, easily, and severely with prolonged exposure, perhaps also to death.

Personal Weapon : On the rare occasion Ariana uses a weapon, she prefers a long chain to ensnare her victims and pull them toward her so that she could feast.

here is something brand spanking new for your viewing pleasure.

6-30-08

i protect my heart
with these new shoes
holster and pearls
not taking any chances
this time
walking on this yellow brick road
surrendering to no ones will


blue

Fasination



A wonder of hows and whys
A guess that cant quiet be guessed
The aimless attempts
The lost Strives
Forgotten thrills
Dismemebered satifactions
A thought so meaningless
Yet so moving
So full of inspiration
So irrelvent to seekless souls
But a passage of wisdom to a soul who wishes to find it
A excitment almost for the ones who can just watch the faliure and attempts over and over again
Keep laughing and watch untill they can do no more

1. I get writer's block all the time! What I do is I write down everything that is going through my mind on a piece of paper, whether its a notebook or a scrap. I then use what I have there to write, and what I have left I either scrap or add it to my next piece. I haven't written in a while, but I have a few poems on www.poetry.com/ .

2. Outlines are always good, but I prefer to use story webs. They are especially useful when you need to seperate chapters or characters.

3. Never worry about being punctual on the first draft. That's what editing and revision are for. Remember that you are not trying to get it perfect the first time around.

4. I can't write or read for hours on end. It hurts my brain. LOL :)
Seriously, though, I don't have a time preference, just whenever I am comfortable and know that I have about an hour or so to myself.

5. No...BUT, I can recommend a site where, if you ever need to cite a source, this makes it easier. Pay attention, college people! www.knightcite.com/

...hope that helps a little. Cheers :)

( I've posted this a long time ago and I'll need to go over it again to make it both work better and make it more funny, but here is the first chapter of my Science-Fiction / Adventure / Comedy, "History of the 5 Universes". I need to get back to writing in this project, I kinda pushed it aside to work on the Avolon game and Book. )

HISTORY OF THE 5 UNIVERSES
By: Joshua Mills
“Footnotes” By: “Akrin Steel”


Chapter 1- It Came From Jersey!


My name is Joshua Mills and it is my honor and privilege to tell the story of the starship Rekra, her crew, and the secrets of the 5 universes. Yes I did say 5 universes, and perhaps I shouldn’t have yet, we are still light-years away from THAT part in the book, but I do promise there will be more on that later. You may be happy to know that I will not be telling story alone, joining me with little footnotes will be the most brilliant Rigellian in existence and Captain of The Rekra, Mr. Akrin Steel. (It’s about time you introduced me, you long-winded simpleton!) Don’t mind him too much, Akrin can be a bit harsh toward anyone who isn’t him.

Our story begins on the planet Earth, the third planet of the “solar system”, as the people of Earth called it. The people of Earth, called Humans, are a race of enormous potential, yet compared to most other “intelligent life” in the universe, they are still quite primitive and have yet to make an impact to get them noticed on a significant scale. Like I said though, our story begins on Earth, more specifically earth in 1989AD according to Earth’s “Christian calendar”. There, a young adult human male, donning a large brown “Flock of Seagulls” haircut, sat in his bedroom attempting to solve a “Rubik’s Cube” puzzle box while listening to the work of “Quiet Riot” and had been doing so for what, had at that point, had been roughly 8 hours straight.

This man, named Brendan Murphy, had the worst fashion sense in all of Hoboken, New Jersey, fortunately it was the 80‘s and no one noticed. Along with his haircut, he felt the need to wear a red headband, a teal business suit covering a white “Bon Jovi” concert T-shirt, a large clock hanging around his neck by a chain like a necklace, Zebra-print pants, and a pair of brown penny loafers. Not only would Brendan wear this in public, he’d actually sleep in the outfit, except for the clock, which he’d just put on the side table and set on the alarm for. Despite his lack of education and ineptitude with the Rubik’s Cube, Brendan happened to be a bit of a savant when it came fixing broken machines and figuring out how things work. He couldn’t tell you why things work, just what to do with them. Brendan growled at the Rubik’s Cube, frustrated by his failures and tempted to throw it against the wall of his room. He managed to suppress his rage and stuff the Rubik’s Cube in his pocket, determined to solve it one day.

Brendan, although talented in working with machines, was a man of average intelligence, the sort of man who could’ve made a fortune in the 80’s if he actually applied himself. Unfortunately he was also flighty and a little lazy, so he spent most of his time on one or two useless things, like his Rubik’s cube for example. Brendan’s bedroom is a good example of the of sort of absent-minded slob he really was. Gutted machines and record albums everywhere. Nobody really noticed, or cared too much, he was just your average 22 year old in the 1980’s.

Later that night, Brendan was propelled through time and space in an accident involving a television, a strobe light, and the best of “U2”. I could explain how those items could’ve blasted him through time, but I won’t bore you with the details. (Nice cop out, genius! Let’s just hope it won’t cost you a book sale.) Fine, you explain to the audience how it worked. (You’re not the boss of me.) In any case, Brendan appeared suddenly and mysteriously on a space station on the far reach of the Milky Way galaxy and nearly 20 years into the future. This station, so small and unimportant that it has never been named, consisted of a habitation big enough for only maintenance workers and their families and a few feeding services for use in the station’s galley. Although people were at first wary and untrusting of the strange-looking human, he was eventually fitted with a psychic translator and trained to work in the repair and re-supply section of the small spaceport. Brendan actually had an opportunity to return to Earth, but upon arriving and seeing the modern Earth society, he decided to go back to the station, preferring to live in space, where nobody heard of his music, rather than live on a world that hates “Winger”.

(Ok, I’m going to give “Captain Boring-story” a break to talk about the psychic translators a bit. The translator was designed and created by Khevvyn Smyythe, a Holmutian Scientist from the orbital scientific research space platform called “Chaos Labs” nearly 50 years ago during an experiment to see if he could accurately measure the walking speed of water. This experiment came after his invention of laser-guided pants, but before his discovery that insanity is a good way to pass the time. Somehow he ending up wiring his equipment wrong and instead of measuring the waters sauntering, it was picking up his colleagues surface thoughts. Seeing this discovery as a far more marketable idea, he developed the technology further. Soon the psychic translator was presented to the public, finally no more pesky learning of other languages or tragic, but funny instances of tourist’s faces getting pounded in after reading a misprinted sentence in a phrase book. All in all, I’d say the psychic translator was one of the only good things to come out of the Chaos Labs.)

Anyway, on with the story, elsewhere in the galaxy, but not too far away, flew a rather magnificent starship. Although the exterior was as sleek and simple as one might expect the outside of a practical spaceship should be, the inside was a wonderland bright lights and shiny buttons that just seem to be there for show. Each hallway was a massive, polished, painted-white, metal, tube. Each room so polluted with superfluous gadgetry and fancy-looking cushions that they resembled a combination of a technological utopia and a bordello. Laser-lights, smoke machines, lava lamps, each strange device almost seems to scream “I got this because I had to”.

In the Bridge on board this most amazing ship stood the Captain, a thin bipedal “humanoid” canine creature with features and fur resembling a red fox from the former planet Earth. The six foot tall canine captain was laying on a strange platform, dressed in casual clothing draped in a long white coat which covers his long bushy tail. On his forehead, between his eyes and ears rests a pair of large safety goggles, as if he was constantly prepared to have to fully wear them. He tweaked a few buttons on what could best be described as a “command bed”, then stood and walked out of the Bridge and toward the ships medical-care facility. (The Sick Bay?) I didn’t know if “Sick Bay” would be copy written. (Do some research next time, idiot!) Anyway, the Captain walked into the Sick Bay with a look of discomfort on his long canine jowls as he is greeted by a young blonde-haired Female Human wearing a intergalactic medical uniform.

The Human medic, a young woman named Amy Rhodes found herself off the planet when a bunch of drunken intergalactic frat-boys broke from their normal tradition of abducting and messing with fat stupid looking humans who nobody would believe, and instead kidnap the “cute alien babe”! Although the normal joke was to shove a few things up the victim’s anal cavity “in the name of science”, soak the abductee in alcohol, then drop them off somewhere, this particular house decided to just take her with them.
Naturally, Amy was at first rather upset and demanding to be taken back home, but after seeing some of the wonders of outer space , she decided she’d much rather explore the stars. Deciding she would need some sort of job and being offered a “I just got abducted by the son of the richest guy in the galaxy” scholarship, Amy enrolled at Xkal University and studied to be a Doctor.

Fresh out of graduation, Amy was offered exclusive employment from an eccentric fox-like being named Akrin Steel, who wished to have a private Doctor to avoid having to socialize with other people as much as possible. His ship The “Rekra” was even built to allow Akrin to live alone as the ship only needed one person to fly it, and only Akrin really understood the controls. With the prospect of being able to travel amongst the stars and seeing the universe instead of being tucked away in some hospital, Amy eagerly accepted, even with Akrin’s less then generous wage he offered. Amy stared at Akrin, trying to act serious while she was trying to keep herself from laughing at “her captain”.

“Please state the nature of your medical emergency,” Amy said with a smile on her face, already having an idea of what was wrong.

“You’re the Doctor, can’t you tell already?!” The Captain snapped back, half groaning. “It’s a horrible upset stomach, and don’t you dare say…”

“What, that I told you not to eat the Barvillium Slug Pudding? I thought it had gone feral.”

Akrin stared at the human with an annoyed look on his long face, his ears flat to the side of his head. “I’ve got a diagnosis for you Doc, shut up!”

“Whoa! Down boy!” Amy grinned, knowing how much being compared to a primitive pet annoyed him.

“Hey, I warned you about that! …Look, are you going to do something about this or not?”

“What do you want me to do about it, pump your stomach?”

Akrin looked awkwardly back and forth. “…Yes?”

“You know as much as I do that if slug pudding is feral while ingested, it cannot be controlled or removed. You are stuck until it dies and passes from your system.”

“How long will that be?!” The canine captain winced almost immediately after yelling at Amy, the pain certainly not helping to correct his currently bad attitude.

“Depends on the age of the slug and if it is actually being digested or just “hanging out” in there. It could be anywhere from a week to say… 20 years?”

“Great, then we’re stopping this tub at the first space station we can find. I won’t be able to fly this thing for much longer in my condition and besides, maybe I can down the bastard in booze!”

“Wait a minute, your treatment for a stomach dwelling parasite is binge drinking?!”

“I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’ll have a lot of fun finding out!”

“You know I’m going to advise against this, Captain Steel.”

“I respect your expert opinion, but I didn’t hire a rookie doctor to hear her talk.”

“No, you hired me because you’re a cheap jerk, the talking was a bonus.”

“Oh, lucky me! Now I REALLY want to get hammered!”

(In case you hadn’t figured it out yet because you are stupid, The crew of this ship, called the “Rekra”, consists of Amy Rhodes, that ungrateful human doctor and the dashingly handsome Captain Akrin Steel.) Having fun stroking your ego, Akrin? (Somebody’s got to stroke my ego, sometimes I have to go days without stroking it… wait that sounded bad…)

Akrin returned to the bridge and lead his ship, The “Rekra”, into dock with a small space station on a far reach of the Milky Way Galaxy. Akrin cursed inwardly as he read a short summary of the station’s available services. “Figures, it’s a dry station,” Akrin commented out loud to himself in a slight growl. “Calm down Akrin, get a hold of yourself, I’m sure there would be something else here that could take my mind off my gastromic guest.” (Ok, I might have made up a word maybe, but at least I didn’t say “belly buddy” or something like that.)

Once on the station, the two went their separate ways, Amy to restock medical supplies while are docked somewhere, and Akrin to find a way to distract himself from this internal parasite, or be rid of it, or both. While this was going on a member of the station’s maintenance staff began a routine inspection of the docked ships and their exteriors. When this person, a mechanic named Brendan Murphy came on the “Rekra” his hair in a more normal shape now since his original hairstyle was hard to describe to stylists who had never seen “A Flock Of Seagulls”. The human grew increasingly curious about the ship’s design and decided to break in so he could see if the inside was as impressive as the outside. (Curious little monkey, isn’t he?) The locks, though complex, were really nothing to bypass for someone with Brendan’s training and natural talent. As Brendan walked through the corridors of The “Rekra”, he noticed that the doors and hallways were built oddly large for any normal spaceship he’s been in, and as a curious mechanic, he’s been in a few. Brendan’s eyes we’re wide with fascination as he explored the “Rekra”, touching and in fact breaking things.

Akrin at this time, was busy enacting his current plan to expel the Barvillium Slug squirming in his gut. (Lovely imagery…I think I might be sick now!) Akrin walked up to the biggest, strongest guy he could find, a very muscular green-skinned Smott, with the intention to antagonize him into punching Akrin in the stomach so hard it kills the slug. (I never said it was a good plan… anyway that Smott, ughn! Nasty bunch they are, heavy drinking, hard fighting, ugly, vindictive brutes, but what to I know about the Smottish?)

“Hey, giant idiot!” Akrin spoke up to get the Smott’s attention.

“Ach! Wha’ T’you want?” The Smott replied in a heavy Smottish accent. (Really? Get out of here!)

“I want you to punch me in the stomach, you stupid, ugly, buffoon!”

“Why’d I be doin’ that for?”

“Because I told you to, you oafish moron!”

“I’m not from Oafish Mor, I’m from Smottland!”

Akrin rolled his eyes, almost feeling like he‘s getting nowhere. “That’s fascinating, are you going to hit me or not?!”

“Got yerself a “belly buddy”, don’t cha’?”

Despite every attempt by Akrin, the big Smottish man remained as calm and un-offended as he had been the whole conversation. “Maybe I do, you over-muscled lunkhead! You call it a “belly buddy”? That’s a stupid name!”

“Maybe it is, my wee furry lad. If you can’t wait a week or so, you could try to poison it.”

“…What are you stupid? That’d poison me along with it!”

“I never said it was a perfect plan.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“You’re right”, the Smott said smiling.

“What?”

“I was joking. Seriously though, there is someone who can help you in the galley. He runs the local “Burger Empire” chain around here… The “Dark Fry-lord of the Shift”.”

“Dark Fry-lord of the Shift?”

“Aye, just tell him Roddy sent ya!”

“Couldn’t you just punch me?”

“I still can, but it wouldn’t help ya.”

“This hurts so bad, I feel almost like killing myself.”

Roddy shrugged as he replied, “If you want to, but you could just go see the Fry-lord.”

Again Akrin looked annoyed and almost stunned that someone could be so stupid as he perceived Roddy to be. “…I’ll think about it.”

“Ok lad, goodbye.”

Akrin muttered about how stupid he though the Smott was for not picking up his obvious sarcasm and began heading off toward the galley, unaware of the human man that was intruding in his ship at that very instant.

i like that mr fox

yes get back to that project so i can read more.



good morning everyone have a good day.


blue

Thank you for sharing this and Welcome to the Writer's Club. If you have any poems or short stories to share then please do!

A very nice read Josh and thank you for sharing.

It has a bit of humor with it, which makes the read all the more enjoyable.

A wonderful good morning to all the great writers!

For those who enjoy creativity and using their imagination then please go to the Green Dragon's Inn. It is your chance to get your fingers typing about a make believe character in a fantasy medieval setting.

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/137337


If you enjoy History then go to the History Club. Here we can discuss about American or World History if you like.

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/137994

If you enjoy Mythology then go to the Mythology Club! Yes I know crazy right so many places to go!

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/138241

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Today's Word of The Day: July 1st


Esoteric [es·o·ter·ic] adj. 1. Difficult to understand; abstruse. 2. Not publicly disclosed; confidential. 3. Of rare, special, or unusual interest: Her software success was based on an esoteric programming language.

Challenge of the Day:

Write a poem or short story about love.

To live in you

Its not that I want to have you
Or own your heart;
Its not that I simply admire you
Like a work of art,

Your love I don’t require
For myself, its true
My simple desire
Is to just be you.

To live in you
See what you see
Do what you do,
Feel good and be true.

JB

Cool.

Writer's Quote of the Day

"It is better to write for yourself and have no public than it is to write for the public and have no self" - Cyril Connolly

A wonderful good morning to all the great writers!

For those who enjoy creativity and using their imagination then please go to the Green Dragon's Inn. It is your chance to get your fingers typing about a make believe character in a fantasy medieval setting.

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/137337


If you enjoy History then go to the History Club. Here we can discuss about American or World History if you like.

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/137994

If you enjoy Mythology then go to the Mythology Club! Yes I know crazy right so many places to go!

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/138241

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Today's Word of The Day: July 2nd


Plethora [pleth·o·ra] n. A superabundance; an excessive amount or number: Upon returning from the trip, she had a plethora of calls to make.

Challenge of the Day:

Write a poem or short story about coffee.

My first attempt at a short film, It's in the editing stage. It's really short, but let me know what you think........


The Search for Sir Hector
Part One:
Kent, Oh- early spring. Jimmy Watts is sitting on his couch with his best friend Sara Price, crying.
Jimmy: (between sobs) I can't find Sir Hector Sara, He's my bestest friend and I...I lost him! (sobs out of control)
Sara: Don't worry Jimmy, Sir Hector has got to be around here somewhere. Stop crying, and blow your nose. We'll look for him together.
Jimmy: Th...thank you Sara.
(Sara and Jimmy search the house but can't find sir Hector anywhere. Finally, in Jimmy's bedroom on the bed Jimmy finds a note.)
Jimmy: Sara! I found a note! It says....uh...um I can't read Sara, what's it say?!
Sara: (in awe) It says, "Jimmy, I don't want to be your bestest friend anymore. I am running away. Love, Sir Hector.
(Jimmy drops to his knees crying.)
Jimmy: He hates me! Why?
Sara: (walks over and puts her hand on Jimmy's shoulder)
It'll be alright Jimmy, I promise. I'm going to make a phone call, I'll be right back.
Jimmy says nothing just continues to sob. Sara walks into the kitchen, grabs the phone off the hook and dials a number. Meanwhile Katie is sitting on the toilet taking her first #1 of the day.
(Ring-ring)
Katie: ****! Hold on, I'm coming!
(Katie picks up the phone)
Katie: Hello?
Sara: Katie, it's Sara. I need your help.
Katie: You have ****ty timing. I was on the ****ing toilet when you called.
Sara: Sorry about that. It's important though.
Katie: What?
Sara: Well, I'm over here at Jimmy's and somebody stole Sir Hector.
Katie: Who the **** is Sir Hector?
Sara: Jimmy's stuffed dog. There's a note here supposedly from Sir Hector, but we both know that Sir Hector is just a stuffed animal, and can't write.
Katie: What does the note say?
Sara: It says that Sir Hector ran away, and doesn't want to be Jimmy's friend anymore.
Katie: ****. I'll be right over.
Sara: Thanks Katie
(Sara hangs up the phone and goes back into Jimmy's bedroom where Jimmy is laying on the floor whimpering.
Sara: Everything will be okay Jimmy. We'll go find Sir Hector.
Jimmy: But his note says he doesn't like me anymore.
Sara: I'm sure he didn't really mean that Jimmy. Come on let's get ready to go.
Jimmy: Okay Sara.
(As Sara is helping Jimmy get his shoes and coat on, there is a knock at the front door.
Katie: Open the ****ing door!
Sara: Jimmy, finish putting your shoes on while I get the door.
(Sara walks out into the living room towards the door.)
Sara: I'm coming, hold on
(she opens the door and let's Katie in.)
Katie: Where's Jimmy?
Sara: He's in the bedroom getting ready to go.
Katie: Getting ready to go where?
Sara: We're going to find Sir Hector.
Katie: Wait a minute, you never said anything about walking around looking for a ****ing stuffed dog. What the ****?
Sara: Come on Katie, I really need your help with this. Jimmy is really torn up over this.
Katie: Okay, but you owe me one. What's the plan?
Sara: Let's see...first we should go talk to anyone who might know where Sir Hector is, or who might have taken him.
Katie: Alright. Jimmy!
(Jimmy walks into the living room looking like somebody just killed his mother.)
Jimmy: Hi Katie. Are you going to help me find Sir Hector?
Katie: Yes. (Gives Sara a dirty look) I'm here to help.
Jimmy: Thank you Katie. (smiles)
Sara: Let's go over to Josh's house and see if he has seen Sir Hector.
Katie: Where does he live? Why can't we just ****ing call him?
Sara: Josh's family doesn't believe in phones. They think they are of the devil.
Katie: That's just ****ing great. Religious Psyco's. Let's do this.
Sara: Are you ready Jimmy?
Jimmy: (sniffles sadly) Yeah, let's go.
(They walk out the door.)
Part 2
(Midday, Jimmy, Sara, and Katie are walking down the street to Josh's house.)
Katie: (whining) How much further do we have to walk? My feet are ****ing killing me.
Sara: We're almost there. It's at the end of the street.
Jimmy: We're gonna find Sir Hector?
Sara: That's right Jimmy, we're going to find him.
Jimmy: YAY! I love Sir Hector!
Katie: (under her breath) I can't believe I got myself caught up in this ****.
(They arrive at Josh's house and walk up the walkway to the door, and Sara knocks on the door. A few seconds later Josh's mother opens the door.)
Josh's mom: Hi there kids! How are you all doing today?
Sara: We're doing great Mrs.Gibbs. Is Josh home?
Josh's mom: Yes he is. Come on in.
(They walk into the house, and sit down on the sofa.)
Josh's mom: Hold on one second kids, he's in the sanctuary praying for his sins.
(Katie gives Mrs. Gibbs a strange look)
Jimmy: Thank you Mrs. Gibbs. Josh is my friend. Have you seen Sir Hector?
(Josh's mom looks at Jimmy for a second)
Josh's mom: No honey.... I'll go get Josh.
(Josh's mother leaves the room.)
Jimmy:(whispering) Josh is my friend. (laughs)
(Katie gets up off the couch and walks around the living room looking at the pictures on the wall.)
Katie:(in a low voice) Josh's mom is ****ing weird.
Sara: Shhhhh.....Don't let her hear you talking about her, she'll go off on one of her rants. I really don't want to sit through another one of those.
(Josh and his mother walk into the living room)
Josh:(excited) Jimmy! Hi!
Jimmy: Hi Josh! Have you seen Sir Hector?
(Josh suddenly gets a sad look on his face.)
Josh: Jimmy, I have bad news. Do you remember Frank Dieter?
(At the mention of Frank's name the look of mortal fear creeps into Jimmy's face.)
Sara: Who's Frank Dieter?
Josh: Frank used to be Jimmy and my best friend a few years ago. We stopped talking to him because.....well, do you guys have a second to listen to a story?
Jimmy, Katie, and Sara: Yes
Josh: Okay, It was two years ago to the day........
(Flash back to two years ago. Jimmy, Josh, Frank and Ashley are walking down by the river.)
Jimmy: Ashley, I have a question for you. Will you go out with me?
Frank: No Ashley, you should go out with me.
Ashley: Well....I like you both. I don't know how I'd be able to choose between the two of you.
Frank: We'll play rock, paper, scissors.
Jimmy: I..I don't know. Okay, why not.
Ashley: On three. Ready, one, two, three.
(Frank wins the game, and Jimmy falls to his knees)
Jimmy:(screams) NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
(Back to Josh's house)
Josh: (looks at Sara and Katie) Now that you two know a little bit about Frank, I have some bad news for you.
(looks at Jimmy)
Josh: Jimmy, I saw Frank walking down my street last night. Sir Hector was with him.
Jimmy: No! not Sir Hector too.
Josh: I'm afraid so Jimmy
(Jimmy starts crying)
Sara: It's okay Jimmy we can just go to Frank's house and get Sir Hector back.
Josh: It won't be that easy Sara, you see Frank doesn't have a home.
Sara: Oh....
(She looks down at the ground)
Sara: (looks back up) Well then, we'll just have to go and find him then.
Katie: Wait just a ****ing minute! You mean to tell me that we're going to walk around town looking for a ****ing homeless guy who has a stuffed dog?
(Now Jimmy starts crying even harder)
Sara: Yes! That is exactly what we are going to do.
Katie: Oh ****.
Josh's mom: (Screaming) Watch your language! This is a God-fearing house. There will be no swearing in this house. Josh! I can't believe you are mixed up with people like that!
Josh: (While his mother is screaming) You'd better leave.
(Jimmy, Katie, and Sara get up, and rush out of the house)
Josh's mom: (Still screaming) I raised you better than that! Get back into the sanctuary and pray for your sins to be forgiven!
Part 3
(The three of them are standing outside of Josh's house)
Sara: I think we need to find somewhere to sit down and figure out what we're going to do next.
Katie: Yeah we do. I don't want to just wander around the ****ing city looking for this mother****er.
Jimmy: I'm hungry!
Katie: I could use some food too.
Sara: Let's go to the cafe and get some food, I could go for a cup of coffee.
(The three of them start back the way that they came. fade out)
(fade in to cafe. Jimmy, Sara, and Katie are sitting around a table.)
Sara: (sips coffee) I can only think of one place that Frank would be. Under the bridge downtown.
Katie: Let's finish our food and get going. (takes a bite of her sandwich) Damn, this is a good ****ing sammich.
Jimmy: (mouth full of food) I hope we find Sir Hector soon. I miss him.
Sara: We'll find him before too long Jimmy. I promise
(They all sit in silence for a second.)
Sara: Well, let's do this.
(They exit the cafe)
(Fade in to the three of them walking)
(Cut to the bridge)
Sara: We're here. Let's look around.
(Sara and Jimmy go one way and Katie goes another)
Katie: I'll yell if I see him.
Sara: Ok, I'll do the same.
(Sara and Jimmy look around when they hear Katie yell)
Katie: I found him!
(Sara and Jimmy come running. Frank is sitting on the ground with Sir Hector next to him.
Jimmy: Sir Hector! YAY!!!
Sara: Frank Dieter.
Frank: Yeah, who are you?
Sara: I'm Sara, but it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you stole Sir Hector from my friend Jimmy, and we are here to take him back.
Frank: But Sir Hector is my only friend. I have no one else, and I'm not going to let you guys have him. For almost two years I have done nothing but walk around by myself. I have no home, no family, no nothing. I'm not giving him up.
Katie: Listen asshole, I didn't walk around all day just to go home without Sir Hector. Now give him back right now or I'll kick your ****ing ass!
Jimmy: Frank, let's settle this once and for all. You and me; rock, paper, scissors.
Sara:(gasps) Are you sure Jimmy? last time.....
Jimmy: (interrupts) I'm sure Sara. This is how it has to be.
Sara:(sighs) Okay Jimmy, if you're sure.
(Jimmy walks up to Frank.)
Jimmy: Let's do this Frank
(Frank stands up. They stare at each other for a second.)
Jimmy: Sara, count to three. (looks at Frank)
Jimmy: Are you ready Frank?
(Frank nods)
Sara: Okay; one, two, three
(Frank and Jimmy, standing toe to toe, play rock, paper, scissors. One, two, three. Frank throws paper, and Jimmy throws scissors. Frank drops to his knees and howls)
Frank: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Jimmy: (yells victoriously) YAY!!!
(Frank, on his knees, is crying out of control, and Jimmy walks over to him and kneels down.
Frank:(between sobs) I lost Sir Hector. My only friend, and I..I lost him. (continues sobbing)
(Jimmy reaches down and helps Frank to his feet.)
Jimmy: Frank, I'll be your friend.
Frank: But, I stole Sir Hector from you. Why do you want to be my friend?
Jimmy: I don't know exactly, but if you promise not to steal Sir Hector again I will be your friend.
(Frank's crying slows to a slight whimper)
Frank: I don't know how to thank you. You're the greatest friend in the whole wide world.
Jimmy:(smiles) I know Frank, I know.
Sara:(smiling) Let's all go get some ice cream.
Frank and Jimmy: Yay! Ice cream!
(Katie looks at Frank, Jimmy and Sara as they walk back to the street)
Katie:(out loud but to herself) What the **** just happened here? I don't ****ing understand people
(smiles)
Katie: **** it, ice cream sounds good.
(Katie follows the group up the hill to the street)
Katie: If you can't beat them..........

I don't know much about screenplays. I always wanted to know more about them and believe it or not this would be the first one that I ever looked at.

Very nice work I must add. I am sure once edited it would pass as a screenplay.

How short will the film be? Like 30 minutes?

I see that one has to actually add an environment to help give the director an idea of where it takes place. Do you think you put enough emphasizes on this?

now that you mention it, probably not...hmmmm

A wonderful good morning to all the great writers!

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Today's Word of The Day: July 3rd


Ephemeral [e·phem·er·al] adj. 1. Lasting for a markedly brief time: "The ephemeral nature of slang." 2. Living or lasting only for a day, as with certain plants or insects.

Challenge of the Day:

Write a poem or short story about injustice.

Ephemeral lives are such and injustice
as nightmares of dying forever infest us
our rhapsodic skills have finally possessed us
to write down our thoughts to endure and attest us

Our existence so brief it fills us with grief
The sea of humanity, an ephemeral reef
like a thief in the night the current brings blight
with insurgent injustice that's devoid of contrite

So we post all our poems for others to read
in the hopes of creating a perpetual creed
ephemeral life is injustice no more
for our poetry spans from the future to yore

I start with a character sheet with all personalities, age,and anything else that might be brought up in the story, that is after i prepare a story line, time and places