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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 14, 2004 18:55:47 GMT -5
In my spare time, I sometimes write screenplays. I can share them here and you can leave feedback. I have 3. I will post them over the weekend. If you have any, please post them here also.
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 14, 2004 19:12:20 GMT -5
I'd love to read your screenplays. I like to write too, poetry & short stories, but unfortunately I haven't had the time lately to work on anything.  |
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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 15, 2004 5:54:53 GMT -5
I also write poems and articles for newspapers about movies. My first poem was so great, it got put in all these books, and I was up for all these awards for the poem. All I had to do was got to Disney World, but I couldn't go (school). It was a bummer.
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Post by Bartwald on Apr 15, 2004 8:38:17 GMT -5
...My first poem was so great, it got put in all these books, and I was up for all these awards for the poem... We want to see this poem here, frankenjohn, and let u s be the real judges of what it's worth! ;D I have already read several pieces of livingdead's poetry (really good stuff!) and two of frankenjohn's screenplays (did you add more gore to them, frankenjohn? ...I thought they were based on cool ideas but somehow, I don't know, shied away from the bloody stuff when I wanted to get some  ), and I can only encourage you guys to put here, too! |
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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 15, 2004 16:16:59 GMT -5
I've got a new one with a gory surprise at the end!
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 15, 2004 17:03:24 GMT -5
Ok Bart, you talked me into it... ;D Just don't laugh too much ok? "Master of Night" He danced in the moonlight Silver rain coloring his hair Dancing for death and rebirth Dancing for the new life That had been given to him The wolves gathered at his feet Awaiting the command From their new master He bade them to howl at the moon To announce his arrival He led them through the forrest To the Lake of Eternity Looking at his reflection in the pool Smiling at the savage face before him The night was his world now He owned everything in it and of it No one could take it away from him He was the master. Not one of my better ones, but I like it. |
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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 16, 2004 5:36:07 GMT -5
It's good. Here's my award winning one (WARNING: It's not a horror poem. It's peaceful):
Cranes
As I took my daily stroll,
I saw a thin line of cranes.
They were flying across the blue, clear sky,
Having a good day.
Shimmering and sparkling,
Under the warm sun.
Tackling the moderate breeze,
Which gave them crisp, cool air.
When the cranes flew away,
I continued jogging.
And about five minutes later,
Something unexpected happened.
For I saw another flock of cranes,
Coming towards my way.
Then my heart lit up,
And I stopped and started to gaze.
Copyright 2004 John Tummino
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 16, 2004 17:30:21 GMT -5
Hey, that's cool, I liked that.  |
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Post by Bartwald on Apr 17, 2004 2:26:45 GMT -5
I liked your poems, folks! Who could think frankenjohn can show us his 'peaceful' side, eh? ;D I like the darkness of your piece very much, livingdeadgirl! I guess you never step into sunshine in your poetry, do you? |
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 17, 2004 10:43:47 GMT -5
I like the darkness of your piece very much, livingdeadgirl! I guess you never step into sunshine in your poetry, do you? Nope, not if I can help it! lol You know, I've tried to write lighter "nice" stuff, but it just doesn't inspire me like the dark stuff does. |
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 17, 2004 10:58:32 GMT -5
This is something I was going to incorporate into one of my stories but I couldn't ever find the right place for it so I just redid it & let it stand on it's own.
Letter To My Immortal Love:
Pain and Beautiful Memories
I sit here in the candlelight, willing my hand to commit these words and my resolve to paper. I make this choice because I cannot bear to go on without you. I cannot go on century after century knowing I will never see your beautiful face again.
I remember you sitting by the fireplace, the flames lighting you like an eternal flame. You look up and favor me with one of your radiant smiles, the closest thing heaven that I have ever seen. I look into your eyes and see moonlit beaches that stretch to the edge of the world. Brilliant eyes, incandescent, absorbing all the color of the flames and reflecting them unto my face. They penetrate to my very soul and touch me in a place that no one else will ever reach. A place that no one before or no one since has ever tried to reach since the time that I first saw you...
You found me when I needed you the most. You lifted me from my dark nightmare, when I was ready to depart this earth because I could not bear the pain or injustice of the cruel world any longer. You promised me Heaven when I had known only Hell. You gave me your gift and I thought the ecstasy would last forever. You told me it would as long as we were together. We crossed multitudes of time , shared so much happiness and endured so much pain together. Our souls were united and our hearts beat as one. I will always be yours and you will always be mine even though the same world that brought you to me has ripped you from me forever.
The pain is raining down on my soul tonight, drenching me once again with sorrow and heartbreak , cutting into my beautiful memories and my tears are blood on it's knife.
Your face floats before me like a beautiful swan on a moonlit lake, beckoning me to come to you. I walk across the water and into your embrace and we dance on the ripples while the night voices hum a soft melody. Then the music stops and you tell me you have to go. The pain crashes to the surface of the water and my heartbreak begins again.
I swear I can still feel your touch on my skin, but I know it's just a dream. The same dream that comes to me every time I lay down to sleep.
What seems like an eternity has passed since your were taken from me and still my love for you grows stronger every moment. I swore that if any harm should befall you I would fling myself into the fiery sun because I could not bear to walk this earth without you by my side. And now that time has come so I shall have to keep my promise.
So without regret and without doubt I will stand and face the sky until dawn's cruel light comes and takes me from my misery to deliver me into a new universe that knows no heartache or sorrow or pain.
I will leave this world knowing that my time with you was full of beauty and cherished memories and the kind of light that only our kind knows, and that we never wasted a single moment of it.
Perhaps our souls will be reunited in the next dimension and we will once again love and laugh and live the life that has been given to us to the fullest. But I do not dwell on this fantasy because I cannot ask more of this life than the gift that you gave me. The gift that sustained me through life and death, happiness and sorrow. The gift that shall surely follow me wherever I go. For your gift transcends land and space and time, nothing more powerful has ever been or ever will be. And for giving me that gift I will be eternally grateful...
You gave me the gift of Love.
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Post by Bartwald on Apr 17, 2004 16:37:48 GMT -5
Well, well, well... so you write stories too, huh? Didn't know that. This 'screenplay' thread is going to be pretty long, it seems - frankenjohn hasn't even put his scripts here, you have just revealed you've got longer writings to share... We're just beginning this, aren't we?  Good! |
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Post by frankenjohn on Apr 18, 2004 6:00:42 GMT -5
Here's my new one to start off:
PERFECT VICTIM
We see a girl in a bathroom putting on perfume. Another girl knocks, then checks to see if door is open, it is, so she walks in to style her hair. The first girl makes a compliment.
GIRL 1: Nice hair.
Girl 1 sneezes and holds it in.
GIRL 2: Nice perfume. Maybe it’s making you sneeze.
Girl 1 smirks at her. Then she sneezes and holds it in.
GIRL 2: Yep, that’s one helluva perfume.
GIRL 1:You know, why are you being so bitchy?
GIRL 2: I’m not the one who greeted me with “Nice hair.”<br>
Girl 1 sneezes and holds it in.
GIRL 2: You know, they say holding in your sneezes is bad for you.
GIRL 1: I don’t believe you.
GIRL 2: Look, they say it makes you lose brain cells or something.
Girl 1 heads for door but looks back with a grin. She turns around and sneezes with her nose pinched (not seen). Girl 2 is covered in blood and she runs out of the bathroom screaming. The camera turns down to see a headless Girl 1 in a pool of blood.
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Post by LivingDeadGirl on Apr 18, 2004 9:17:04 GMT -5
Well, well, well... so you write stories too, huh? Didn't know that. This 'screenplay' thread is going to be pretty long, it seems - frankenjohn hasn't even put his scripts here, you have just revealed you've got longer writings to share... We're just beginning this, aren't we? Good! Well, I won't be posting my story stuff b/c, well, most of them are no where near done, but maybe I'll post some bits & pieces sometimes. And maybe some more poetry unless everyone gets sick of hearing it!  That was pretty cool frankenjohn! We wanna hear more! |
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Post by Bartwald on Apr 18, 2004 15:11:46 GMT -5
OK, bits and pieces sounds fair enough! Waiting for those - and for frankenjohn's 'rest of the story', of course!
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), and I can only encourage you guys to put here, too!
