By Arick Wang on Monday February 15th, 2010
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This is the first time I am flying into the city at night. Well perhaps that is not entirely accurate, but it is the first time I am truly noticing the city as I am flying in. I am finally noticing the grandeur of the city, the beauty, the shear massiveness that lies out before me. It is a sea...
By Scriptwriters on Wednesday November 11th, 2009
Rapture
(revision 1.6)
Xxxxxxxx Xxxxxx
Xxxxx Xxxxx
(an unfilmed script)
Characters:
Angie
Dead Man/Victim
First Killer / Mysterious Man
Second Killer
Two little girls
Parent
Woman’s voice in Angie’s head
Angie’s Friend
Random Park Walkers
(ten or...
By Hired Muscle on Sunday September 6th, 2009
All over the world people are in a constant battle for power.
Everyday people strive toward this intangible goal that will give their life meaning.
It is so sought after that over the course of human civilization nothing has cause so much bloodshed.
The problem is that people do not understand...
By Anonymous on Monday August 31st, 2009
Gone, lost, forgottenIn a world with fake peopleTell me, am I home?
Back home,Gone lost forgottenMoved on and me dwindling behindTell me, am I home?
Back here,Filled with masks hiding douchebags.Assholes and jackasses behind every one of them
Tell me,am I fucking home yet?
Lost in a see...
By Blind Peasant on Monday August 17th, 2009
His cup runneth over,
He done filled it up.
But my cup beggeth,
I done dried it up.
It beggeth for thirst,
while his about burst.
God, am I cursed?
By Propellor Head on Tuesday July 28th, 2009
The small room was dark, lit only from the glow outside as the moon light reflected off the snow and in through the large windows, casting shadows across the bed and its occupant. The man, to describe in any other way would be preposterous given his size...
By Propellor Head on Tuesday July 28th, 2009
In front of them lay an area of still untouched snow, bushes sticking just a few tips of their branches above the surface. Rupert warned, “I don’t know exactly what’s behind this area, but I fear it goes straight down.” They...
By too much hair on Saturday July 25th, 2009
It’s never been a question of whether or not I’m capable. I’ve always been capable. I’ve never really had problems before. If I wanted to do something I was always able to do it easily. I’ve never really needed to try before. So why should...
By Jerry Mcnertney on Wednesday July 22nd, 2009
Steven Davila was a punctual man. Prompt, on time, on the dot, and every meaning of the word. Every second was planned, every moment was excruciatingly detailed. His strictly scheduled behavior naturally lead to an almost neurotic dependency on his wristwatch: At precisely 6:03 every morning he...
By Anonymous on Sunday July 12th, 2009
Sometimes I lose myself in those little moments Ignore myself and those little thoughts Hide myself behind veiled smiles Sometimes I am ignored and these thoughts multiply and I try to deny the truth that is always there always has been always will be thoughts of despair, so unfair... that I will...