Arctic Rebel

what i really want to say

2007-05-07T08:02:00.000-07:00

You know it's a wierd way to think that you are the only thing that matters in this world. I mean, who are you. Think about it. What have you done that has made you so marvelous and talked about. People always act like they know you but that's just ignorance. Love doesn't exist or at least in my world. But that shouldn't matter because we were always meant to be alone and you keep making it worse. I jump back into my shell of a life and amount to nothing like i usually do except now i do it with tears. Maybe it's just that now i see who i am and am not happy about it so change and tears are the only things that make me sane. But what does that have to do with you? Nothing. I'm just glad you listened and didn't judge and if you did kept it to yourself because you see that everybody is here to hurt you, right?

Number 4 - Bum

2007-05-03T08:08:00.000-07:00

MAN:(VO)

I wasn't always like this. I had a life before i met

her. I just didn't know she would do this to me.

But where is she now, happy i think and here i am.

I'm alone. Looking for lover's spit in this lonely city.

It's funny how people look at me like i'm disgusting and i amount to nothing. But that's ok, it's funny cause i used to be the same way. Now here i am with a guitar and a pick and i think i'm getting sick from all this coldness. It's ok though. I'll try . Ha ( laughs a little) Look at my eyes. God i need to shave.

"BEAUTIFUL INNOCENCE"

2007-05-01T08:39:00.000-07:00

My name is Ryan and i'm not innocent. I come from a background of men that used women and broke their hearts. Being another addition to the legacy is hard. Ok, i'm not handsome but i have charm, or at least thats what i've heard. I have light brown hair, and green eyes. I'm of british decent so yeah, i have a bloody accent. Some people say that i'm an arse-hole but i'm not worried because i still gather women. To understand me is impossible. I have a girlfriend right now who can't even come close to discovering me. Her names Jennifer, so beautiful. She's hispanic i must say with a hint of salvadorian. She's nice and sweet, sometimes too sweet. We have been dating for about 16 months i think. But sometimes i get bored and of course i flirt with other girls. They just get boring. I mean, sometimes for gods sake i want this whole hell hole of a place to fall and crash and my true love and me are the only ones standing up. Look, at me sounding like a fag. I'm not. Just the kind of bloke unafraid of what i say. All of this used to be me though. I meet a girl, a young one named Kat. She' s extradionary, beautiful, goregous, lovable, and all those things that make up the perfect girl. She's a year younger then me though and the only reason i know her is from my girlfriend's best friend Haley. You see bloke, Haley is Kat's older sister. So now i'm stuck. I mean, Kat makes me smile, never makes me cry unlike Jennifer. I mean, Kat's changed me. I think. And no, i don't love her. I don't know what love is because i don't know what it feels like. I don't think i love Kat. Or maybe i do. No, i can't. I would destroy her, i mean she's innocent.

"Under the bed"

2007-04-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

James and Diane are two normal married people. They are a regular happy white couple. Life couldn't get any better, especailly with their kid Ryan who is 8. James works for a film company as an assiciate producer. Diane is a home wife. They are two years apart as James being the oldest at 30. Diane and James are one of those happy couples you see on the news at festivals and carnivals just enjoying themselves.James and Diane are the idol of happiness on the outside of their home but in reality inside their home is full of late night arguements, affairs with men that think they are happy and in love with Diane, slaps on the faces mostly from James.

"Behind the Movie Screen"

2007-04-27T08:25:00.000-07:00

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, i feel pre-."

"Shut up!", Amy told me with an underlining look on her face. "I just want to have some fun", i replied. Now i feel stupid. I hate when Amy calls me out or tells me to shut up in front of the class. I'm here to help her as an aid, a student aid. I just hate the way she treats me. Ok, i understand that she's jealous of me. I'm actually graduating from my film school and she just got lucky and chosen to teach this class without a graduate degree. What a bitch.

Amy continues on her lesson of using the camera.
" Ok, so now you have the mode of black and white and most of these shots are used for dramtic appeal or to show something in the past. Who's seen American History X?" One kid raises his hand. " So you know what i'm saying about showing the past then. It's also used in a lot of film noirs. It's an instrument used to show a dark and vivid look at something such as in Sin City or The Third Man. These films use it loosely."

Amy is so boring.

I want this.

2007-04-25T08:18:00.000-07:00

I want to be happy and graduate knowing i'm not alone. I want to get a job working at blockbuster and in a month become a manager. I want to meet a writer which he would come in to the store looking for a movie he wrote and me not knowing explain how lame and boring the movie was and get into an arguement with him. He will punch me in my cheek and he will be arrested as i take him to court. I want to settle for a film to be made by me and he produce it and after that we become good friends as i meet actors i love and they become my characters in my film i created.

CHARACTERS FOR NEW SCRIPT

2007-03-22T08:16:00.000-07:00

RYAN: Young white male. Honest yet will do anything to make things right. In love with Katrina. He's got a smile that can break your heart as he doesn't try to be anything special but is regardless.

JULIAN: Ryan's cousin. Of course a white guy. Very rugged looking and mean. Also a racist towards asians. Heart of ice but also can start a little fire as he does have some compassion.

KATRINA: Asian girl. Very detirmined and knows what she wants. She also has a problem with drugs. Her parents are divorced which would to her be amazing considering how many asian parents stay together.

BRYAN: Young guy. All he wants to do is get in Katrinas pants. He is also Julians best friend and a racist as he deals with the conflict of both of these problems of him likeing the enemy. Also is the one that get's Katrina the drugs.

HOLLY: Katrina's sister. She really like's Bryan. She's more of a party girl only being a year younger then Katrina. She is a senior in High School.

HALLWAY NOVORY

2007-03-07T08:04:00.000-08:00

There stood a man in an alley an hour ago chuncking up all the sweet and sour chicken he ate earlier with a woman named Samantha AKA Candi. Yeah, she's a slut but a sympathetic one. His name is Oliver, blue eyes, brown haired. After Candi saw Oliver with his blue drunken eyes look at her before she walked inside her apartment she kissed him on his check. Like i said, she's sympathetic. The cold wind brushes against Olivers face as he walks back to his car thinking to himself, " what is love? Who am i? Who was she? Shit, i hope i don't get aids. " He got into his New Hybrid car and drove away. He turned on the radio and listened to an oldie station.

*I hate this. Watching everybody happy, i'm not. What is the point anymore of trying if your only bound to fail? I'll never love again. My house isn't all that cool. Just a bed, TV, kitchen, and two empty rooms. I open my door and look around everyday to an empty house. I hate this feeling of being alone. I sleep.

I hear an alarm. " Wake up, buttercup. Wake up buttercup", over and over again. I get up and get dressed. I don't know if i should wear my brown sweater or not. It's my first day teaching at the New York Academy For Deaf Students. I get in my car and drive through the traffic of downtown. I see cabs speeding, a woman fall on the sidewalk, the view of the sun rise is beautiful. The building looks very run down as i walk inside. The kids there all seem quiet but then it hits me, it's a deaf school. I walk to the front and get my room number as i go and set up for class. I go ahead and take two tylenols because my head is killing me from last night. My first period is ok as some kid spills his water and kids laugh silently. I leave to get some towels but i can't find a janitor anywhere so i go inside this deep closet. There are all these cleaning products as i go into the closet. Basic windex and bleach. There is a rat as big as my foot walking by so i scream like a little girl as a hear noise come from the other door. I put my ear towards the door as i open the door slowly. I hear cars and horns and chit chat of others. My first reaction is there's a hole in the wall. But as the door finally opens i see a street full of people and some dude with a crazy neon mo-hawk. He looks familar. Then i realize it's me.

door to the floor begining

2007-02-06T18:07:00.000-08:00

1. INT. MAX'S LIVINGROOM - EVENING

There sit two young guys. They sit on the couch watching
TV. The TV is showing clips of Dave Chappelle.

One guy is white and one is mexican.

The white guy is MAX. Max is a very laid back kind of guy.
He's nice and well kept to himself. Max is very indiffrent.

The other guy, the mexican one is EVAN.
Evan is a shy person. He's real kept to himself also.

EVAN:( VO)
This is where i first met her.

MAX:
So yeah, hey, did i tell you what my ex did?

EVAN:
Which one, Ann?

MAX:
yeah, her. Well, it's crazy cause like, we broke up right.

EVAN:
Yeah, i guess.

MAX:
So she got all mad and burned my favorite
yankee's cap. And not just any one but the one
from New york, New york that i bought.

EVAN:
oh, no way.

MAX:
Yeah, she burned it in her bathroom.
In the tub. I miss it. She put a video on the net of
her burning it.

EVAN:
Oh shit, fuck... that sucks.

MAX:
yeah, it's subtitle said " Break up with your girlfriend,
you might lose your favorite hat."

EVAN:
Oh that sucks. She doesn't seem like she'd do that though.

MAX:
yeah, she's pyscho. Oh yeah, i put a comment on the video
saying " Yeah, burn his hat and he'll burn your heart."

EVAN: ( laughing)
Ouch...That's crazy.
So are you ok?

MAX:
Yeah, it's just memories that i had with that hat. I mean,
and what made me mad was there was nothing she
could do to take it back. That fuckin' hat meant a lot to me.
And then she had the nerve to tell me to get over it.
The way i see it, my hat was more important then our
relationship. I mean, she told me she missed me and stufff
and i told her " You get over that." If i have to get over my hat,
then you get over our pointless and waste-of-a-time relationship
...bitch.

EVAN:
That's kind of mean.

Just then the door bell RINGS.

EVAN:
I'll get it.

Evan gets up and goes over to the door but is not
paying much attention as he still has he's
eyes glued to the TV.

MAX: ( OS)
I mean, she deserves it to be done to her.

Evan reaches the door but once he pulls on it it
opens which hits him in the face.
He falls to the floor.

CUT TO BLACK:

Door 2 The Floor scene

2007-02-01T08:32:00.000-08:00

6. EXT. ENTRANCE OF SCHOOL - EVENING

There waiting to enter are EVAN and this BlONDE GIRL in the crowd.
They talk among themselves as the crowd and music goes on.
They are waiting for the school festival to start. There is a lot
of comotion but they still stand out above all.

Evan:
So yeah, i did that for a while.

Blonde Girl:
That's cool. So how much longer?

Evan:
Not to long i hope.

Evan looks around the area. He spots people he used to know
and looks away.

Evan:
Yeah, not to long.

In the distance a voice is heard but then it gets louder.

Jessica:
Evan!Evan!EVAN!

Evan then looks in front of him and in the distance
as he spots Jessica. The doors then open for people
to come in as the crowd moves fast inside.
Evan walks over to Jessica as they are now alone.

Jessica:
How could you? You lied to me.

Evan:
I didn't mean too.

Jessica:
But you promised, you asshole.

Evan:
What do you want from me? I'm here!

Jessica:
I wanted your love, your heart but since
i'm not good enough-

Evan:
You just -quiet. I never said that.

Jessica:
You wanted her though.

Jessica points to a BLONDE GIRL in the distance standing next
to the entrance waiting for Evan.

Evan:
No, she's just a friend.

Jessica:
Oh yeah, i heard thats what they call
them these days. Friends. I hate you.

Evan hugs Jessica.

Evan:
I'm sorry. Ok, it wasn't supposed to be like this.Not here.

Jessica:
but it is. You lied to me. You hurt me.

Evan looks into her eyes.

Evan:
I'm asking for mercy.

Jessica:
Mercy comes to the poor.
Your not poor.

Evan:
In love i am. Just hold on. Just don't give up on me.
That's all i ask. Don't run from me. Don't hate me.
Don't do this. Remember what i told you at the gecko,
I'm wierd, i get bored. But don't give up on me.

Jessica lets go and walks away as Evan watches her leave.
He then begins to walk back to the BLONDE GIRL.
But as he does that Jessica looks back at him, then walks into
the distance.

Evan gets up to the Blonde Girl. He then gets money from his pocket
and hands it to her.

Evan:
Thanks.

Blonde Girl:
Did she get mad? Was it believable?

Evan:
Yeah, she got mad. And why wouldn't it look
believable?

Blonde Girl:
Come on sweetheart, think about it.
A girl like me with a guy like you.
( she laughes)
Your cute though. Just fix your hair.

The Blonde Girl then walks away into the building.
Evan stands outside alone. He looks at the door then
he turns around and looks into the distance.

CUT TO:

sunshine response

2007-01-31T08:37:00.000-08:00

I want to try the end at the begining technique. I really liked that idea. It's kind of cool the way you can surprise an audience from doing something so odd. I don't think i will be able to devolp the characters really well.

Questions

2007-01-26T07:59:00.000-08:00

1. The writer creates these characters by their dialouge. In some instances other characters say how they are. Direct characterization is when Joel will say that Clementine is impulsive and Clementine will say Joel is a closed soul. Indirect will be the way they talk with each other. Their dialouge itself gives it's meaning with a lot of the stuff.

2.I can use the whole flashback scenes but not the useless diaglouge.

3. Charlie focuses on the plot by useing a lot of conflicts but going back and forth to build suspense.

4. Time is the biggest limitaion and character build up.

ten

2007-01-23T08:37:00.000-08:00

1. A boy who keeps a close eye on a girl.
2. A young man leaving for college but says good bye to his first love.
3. A teacher getting caught from one of his students doing cocaine. Friendship builds.
4. A man trying to get rid of a body but can't because of too many distractions.
5. Cops trying to catch the guy from 4.
6.

Outline

2007-01-12T08:54:00.000-08:00

I don't know what i want to do yet but i was thinking of writing a script
about a man who cheats on his girlfriend with another girl but while
trying to not get caught he gets caught up in a spiral of lost feelings and
abuse from his parents since they know what he does.

2007-01-11T08:07:00.000-08:00

Writing the Short Film
What is the rule of thumb for the length of a movie/ number of pages of the script?
1 page equals one minute
What are the major ways that short films differ from feature films.
There is no real plot, and most short films don't build on characters since the time managment. The short film doesn't really get in depth details and backgrounds , it's a situation thrown on a person. It's real ironic. It can be documentary, expermental.

Conceiving Our Story
What is the "Dramatic Moment" in the film?
The dramatic moment in the film is when the boy ask his dad why he drinks and he answers
" because of mama".
What are the major conflicts/ questions in "Because of Mama?
The exterior and the interior relationship between the characters.

"Determining the Structure
The writer claims that for a short screenplay "a good story needs to have an archetypal storyline and a big idea."
Why does he state this, and do you agree?
yes, because from whoever's point of view you do it on will have a more effect on what your trying to show. A conflict makes sense and a reason for a film. You don't want to watch people just argue with no twist, no excitment.

Read the Step Outline.

Discovering/Crafting Images
What is exposition, and how did the writers decide to handle it in the example they give?
they want to show images and views they want the audience to feel. They use a boy who wants to play hockey but has to play chello and through images show a sad story.

Writing Scenes. Beginnings, Middles, Ends / Tips for Writing Engaging ScenesRead carefully - you will be writing scenes.
What are the three things you read in these sections that you found the most interesting/ helpful and that you will implement.
A good scene has a purpose makes me think that with a good scene, just one, you can change the worlds view. A good scene shows you a proff of life in the usage.

2006-12-15T08:19:00.000-08:00

Brett Sandoval
5403 China Berry Rd.
Austin, TX 78744
(512) 825-8972
http://us.f592.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=indiebsfilm@yahoo.com

DREAMERS

WRITTEN BY : BRETT SANDOVAL

1. BEDROOM – MORNING
The bedroom is a normal teen's bedroom except for the
fact that snow is falling and leaves lay on the floor. There lies CHANCE and CAITLIN. They lay on the bed where snowflakes fall downwards on them. They smile at each other. They are happy.

CHANCE- Chance is a nice kid. Young but wise. He’s a very laid back person. He is happy, but something is missing.

CAITLIN- She is a free spirit. She is full of life and joy. A creative soul of melody and heart.

CAITLIN:
Will you look for me?

CHANCE:
Of course. Of course.

CAITLIN:
I hope so.

CHANCE:
Your so beautiful.

CAITLIN: ( jokingly)
What can I say?
( they laugh)
So remember ok, meet me
at –
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2. CORNFIELD – MORNING

There in the cornfield CHANCE wakes up . A tractor goes by as he has tape on his mouth and hands tied up. He looks around as he realizes he’s alone. There is a picture that lies in his pocket sticking out of his shirt.

CHANCE: ( muffled)
Shit.

CHANCE gets his hands free and then once he does that he rips off the tape from his mouth.
He stands up and then gets the photo out of his pocket slowly. It's a picture of CAITLIN. She looks beautiful. He turns the photo around and there's an address on it. It shows

ON CARD:
5403 SILVERSTONE RD.

Once CHANCE reads it he begins to run. He runs off the cornfield and onto the street. He runs and runs down a long road, alone.

CUT TO:

CREDIT SEQUENCE

3. CHANCE HOUSE - MORNING

CHANCE opens his eyes.

CHANCE: (VO)
I hate this. I hate the
morning sun. I hate the
morning air.I hate taking a
shower. I hate eating cereal
with soy milk. I hate shaving.
I hate walking to my car and
slipping on the slick sidewalk
from the waterman. I hate the
people fake smiling at you
drinking there morning coffee.

P's

2006-12-01T07:58:00.001-08:00

ACROSTICS
example.
I - Influencing the minds ofN - New generation of peopleD - Destined to lead the worldI - into a new worldA - And N - Negotiate life’s E - Eternal puzzle and twistsS - Satisfying the quest forT - Truth

TRAGEDYP

She walks alone.
On the side of the road.
"Save me" she repeats.
She's entered the world.
Only to be forgotten.
She walks alone.

ROMANCEP

Let them be, standing there on the beach.
Only the wind pushes them apart.
Violions play in the background, everyone smiles.
Everyone sings as they dance in the sunset, happy.

COUPLETS

EX.Into my empty head there come
a cotton beach, a dock wherefrom
I set out, oily and nude
through mist in oily solitude.

REGRETP

As if she knew what i was thinking,
she said those three words without blinking,
i wish i could laugh at her just this time,
like she did to me when i told her i'm fine.

I'm sad and depressed and now what's left,
chasing her was the only thing i did best,
but now i'm at the airport waving good-bye.
Wishing i could go back to the first time we said "HI".

SONNET

ex. Italian (Petrarchan)- this sonnet is split into two parts, an octave and a sestet. The octave is composed of two envelope quatrains rhyming "abba abba" (Italian octave). The sestet's rhyme pattern varies, though it is most often either "cde cde" (Italian sestet) or "cdc dcd" (Sicilian sestet). The turn occurs at the end of the octave and is developed and closed in the sestet. Over the years, the Italian sonnet has been the most favored type of sonnet. Donald Justice- "Sonnet: The Poet at Seven

I guess now that I'm older I laugh less,
but the kids from school are now in college
writing papers about when they we're kids,
but i've learned that i'm not like the rest.
I sit and write and that's all I do these days,
I try to play drums and talk to distant friends
I party sometimes it just depends
I guess my life just seems to fade away.
But I remember when I was only 10
pictured what life I had only then,
not worrying about bills, lies and the girls
because I didn't have a care in the world.
But I guess now that I'm older I fell apart.
I've grown to learn that I have no heart.

poetry

2006-11-30T08:02:00.000-08:00

i think i'm going to write a romancep and a tragedyp.

The Reason

2006-11-13T08:02:00.000-08:00

Here's a story staring a happy fat kid. Excuse me, I mean an overwieght kid. A male. His name is ALEX but his friends call him " ching". He's ten and a real cool kid. He goes to Whiterfield Elementary. This school is supposidly a magnet school, but no one know anything here. He's asian by the way. His freinds say he's going to be a sumo wrestler when he gets older. He's shy but loud. He's got a unibrow which makes it worse, but what can he do. But like I said, he's cool, even if he's a book nerd and eats like crazy. Well, he's the key to this story. The reason love blossomed. The reason they exist.

Mason's a smart guy. It's an early Friday morning, and he's late to pick up his brother from school. He's actually to busy flirting with the waitress at Denny's and forgets what time is is. He realizeds and rushes to pick up his brother for the doctors appointment. He's young and naive.

On the other side of town driving to give an annocement at a school for a fundraiser is Michelle. She's in a hurry because if not she'll be late for her fundraiser. She sells cookie dough. Typical, I know.
Mason is turning onto a street a few blocks away from the school. Michelle is turning on the street where the schools at not looking when she hits the curb, or so she thought. A twinkie hits the window. She stops. She looks back. It's a kid she hit.
Mason is rushing; passing stop signs and so forth because if he's late, he has to deal with his mom. Michelle gets out of the car scared and crying all full of tears. Michelle picks up the kid in her arms; this poor kid. She crys because she knows he's gone. Mason turns the street, but see's a lady pulled over hugging a kid. Mason, concerned, pulls over and gets out. He goes over to the scene but realizes who it is and runs. " You B**ch" he yells over grains of dirt that fell in the air from him running. " I'm sorry, I didn't see him" is all Michelle can repeat. It's Alex ( ching) she hit. It was Mason's little brother.
Mason pushes Michelle away and holds Alex crying, because he feels it was his fault because he was late. Michelle just crys. She doesn't show up for the fundraiser or the kid's funeral. She disappers off the face of the planet. Mason hold strong showing no tears, only inside.
Mason drives one morning about a year later to get some coffee. He walks in about to order a vanilla bean frappichino when he looks at the cashier. It's Michelle. She see's him but ignores the ugly look he gives her. She gives him a free drink and pastry for that. On her break they talk. They talk about life and death and why she didn't go to the funeral and what actually happened. Alex left because he's brother was late. Alex decided to walk but he was walking in the middle of the street eating a twinkie and got hit. It was an accident. Michelle and Mason hug. Then kiss and get married after three years of dating. They are happy and have a boy. They named him Alex.

Semtember Romance

2006-11-09T09:41:00.000-08:00

" It's kind of cold today, " Roger says. He's dropping me off at the airport.
4:55 am.

2006-10-23T08:09:00.000-07:00

They sleep as the night falls.

WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS
She wakes up on the ground. There lays the wrapper next to her. She has a little bit of drool on her check. The phone rings which lays against the picture of her ex boyfriend. The one that left her for a skinner girl. She answers it. Hello. It's her mom. Honey, i need you to walk to the bank and pay a bill for me? she asks her. Ok, but where's the money to pay with? ----The mom stays quiet for a while. It's under my bed but just grab 2 hundreds and nothing more. She shrugs. Ok, mom, bye. She then hangs up and goes to her stereo and puts on Summer Skin from Death Cab and blows the speakers loud. She begins to dance for no reason. Maybe cause she's happy or sad or just glad to be alive. She dances her heart away.

His eyes open; awake and alert. He's laying on his bed with the pink sheets. He hears some music from next door that woke him up. He likes the melody as he smiles and begins to do a little dance laying down. He turns to his right and his mood changes. He sees a picture of his wife. He crys feeling lost without her. She completed him and now she's gone. He thinks about the guy that did this to them. His name was Ryan. He thinks about Ryans rugged face. Ryan was a bum. He begins to think of all the torture he wants to do to Ryan. His heart fills with hate. The song from next door changes to Reptilla from the strokes which he really loves and begins to dance in anger, love, frustration, peace and all that makes up him.

WE ARE ALL SOMEBODY

She turns off the music. She then goes to her moms dusty room and goes over to her bed. She picks it up feeling for the money with her hand. She grabs 2hundred dollars and then finds a ten dollar bill. She keeps it thinking that errands aren't free these days. CRACKCRASHBOOM. She hears a window break. Dang kids playing baseball again.- she says to herself. It came from the living room. She goes to the hall leading to the living room. There stands a man with a gun.

He's getting dressed for work. He's about to put on his tie. Coffees brewing for him in the kitchen. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks rugged himself. He's starts putting on his tie but he hears a scream from next door. He grabs a bat as he begins to run.

She trys to run but he grabs her and puts the gun to her head. This rugged looking man starts telling her to shut up. I can't believe your fat ass thought you could run from me. I bet you could run if i threw a twinkie in your face. Her face turns red. All this builds up inside her as she remembers the kids in class saying the same thing about her; all the anger she's expressed. All the reasons she hates herself and wishes she was dead.

He tries to run across the lawn. His bones are so weak from the lack of meat they are missing. It takes him a while to reach the door as he is struggling to hold the bat still as it dangles from his hands. A gunshot is heard. He runs faster. He begins to allow himself to run free. He reaches the porch.

She then full of anger decides that this is it. She must fight back. No more will she allow herself to be thrown around. She headbutts him with the back of her head as bleeding from the nose he lets go. You stupid bitc- She runs to the corner as he shoots a shot blinded from the blood in his eyes. He begins to go crazy.

Once he reaches the porch he trys to open the door which is locked. It's locked from the inside. Another shot is heard as he hears a man yelling. He also hears a scream from inside; a woman's voice. He runs to the lawn towards the broken window. He then runs with all his strength and all his anger and jumps through the window holding the bat.

He jumps through the window and lands on the carpet next to the criminal. He then hits him from under his leg and strikes him once in the arm which causes him to drop the gun. He hears a sigh of relief. She feels safe as she runs outside as she opens the front door and goes to the lawn and sits breathing hard, scared. He looks at the man in his face. This rugged criminal. The criminal wipes the blood of his face. The criminal looks at him in his eyes. The man looks at the criminal in his eyes and sees the man who has caused him his life. It's Ryan. Ryan laughs as he thinks of what a small world this is. The man grabs the bat and begins to smash his head in remembering what he's lost and what he's become. He lets it all out as his veins pop from his arm. She sits there as she can see the bat move up and down through the window. It stops as then he walks through the door. Sirens are heard in the distance. The man goes over to the girl on the lawn and sits with her still holding the bat. My names Julian, he says. I'm Samantha, she adds as she shakes his hands.
Julian drops the bat on the ground. Are you ok? Samantha thinks about what he said and if she's really ok. Yeah, i just decided i'm going to karate classes. Julian laughs. I just decided i'm going to mcdonalds. I'm hungry. Samantha laughs also. I'm jogging near there, you want to come? Julian smiles as everything makes sense. It all happens for a reason. They begin to walk down the road as the cop cars zoom by them. They walk in the distance, entering the world.

What makes a bad idea?

2006-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:00

My basic idea for my story is connection, connection in the world such as this one. I wanted to show how small the world can be. It doesn't fit F.I.T. It's a total diffrent story, for once. It's written in third person view through first person. Also, it could be true, i just don't know if it is. And i don't think it's an existing idea. The world in the story is the real world, not your fake, everythings great story. In my world, bad things happen to good people and do what they must to make themselves happy. In the world in the story, it's a familiar one. It's active to an extent to where they act normal, they're not chasing to stop a nuclear bomb from going off, they are normal active people. There is a goal or what i like to call a lesson. And the stakes are life and death but mainly death is the high stake. Being caught is the high stake. So i think my story is a good story.

2006-09-29T09:02:00.000-07:00

THE BEGINING

There she sat on her bed. This 17 year old girl. That soft bed made from that swedish soft cushion that when you lay on leaves the imprint of you. She wieghed 350 pounds so it was a pretty big imprint. She begins to read her magazine full of those she wish she could be which is skinny. She used to throw up her food but got to the point where after that she would eat again so it never really made a diffrence. She thinks of all the things she could have done when she was small not to be this way. She blames her parents for not showing her healthy foods and taking her to Chunkie Cheese all the time. She gets up from her bed and goes over to the mirror. I'm ugly she says. She is what she hates.

There he lays on his couch. This middle aged man. He drinks his modern beer from the can and watches his tv which is showing the replay of his marriage. A tear drops as he watches his deceased wife smile and say I do. He sits there wishing he could go back in time and save her. He closes his eyes and prays that just for once whatever he asked for would come true. Just this once. But like always, he opens his eyes to him and her smiling and laughing with cake in each others face. Ever since then he hasn't eaten much. He only weighs 100 pounds. It's been 2 months since the accident.

2006-09-29T08:41:00.000-07:00

IT'S A SMALL SMALL WORLD

She walks from her mirror to her desk. She takes off her shirt just wearing her plain white bra and goes over to the mirror. She looks at her her fat, all her rolls, all her pudge, all the stretch marks, all the celulite. She hates herself. She grabs a filt tip pen and begins to circle her fat areas and areas she doesn't like. Just the way they do in the surgery shows she used to watch hoping she could get. She stares at a body covered of black ink. She goes over to her bed and grabs a twinkie from underneath and shoves it in her face.

He turns off the TV. He gets up slowly feeling light headed. He goes over to his kitchen and turns on the light. He throws his old beer in the trash. He opens the fridge and grabs a new beer. He then turns to look out his window. Next door he sees a girl standing in only her bra in front of a mirror marking her body. He looks disgusted. He turns away. He then looks at his own body which is nothing but bones covered in skin and wishes he could be more like her.

2006-09-27T08:07:00.000-07:00

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.-William Ellery Channing (1780 - 1842)

I agree because we grow and learn through our problems. We grow stronger so it will never happen again. An idea could be either through man vs. woman such as he got his heart broken and it made him stronger in love, to not fall in love so quickly like in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind. Yes i have used this idea in the past with my memiors, because i've been through this many times. Even through excersising. It starts off hard but you keep growing stronger and can do more. The story i read is called " Being the Good Girl" written by Wen Hui Tan. Mom vs. Daughter is the conflict. It is the main idea in the story. If it wasn't there there would not be a story. " Mommy, can i please actually go to a dance this year? " is the opening line. " She gazes at me, her only daughter, the good girl, and smirks, again raising that incredulous curved eyebrow as if chortling, you're dreaming right? Maybe." is the ending line.

A secret

2006-09-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

I killed a girl yesterday...
I felt her skin touch mine.
I guess it was an accident.
I was drunk from all the jello shots earlier.
It was homecoming.
I saw her with all her friends laughing and having fun.
The crowd cheering, we won that night.
The party afterwards was full of those
who once said partying was for those
who were lost.
The nerds were there, and all the
normies.
I saw here from across the room.
She talked past the drunken slurs and lost phrases
flowing past the music being played.
She floated towards me, handed me a letter.
It said...
" I've seen you around. Actually, i've seen what you've done.
I just want you to know that you will be caught.
Trust me when i say this. You will be caught. "
I glaze into her eyes.
She smiles and laughs as if i'm trapped,
no way to escape.
I think of a plan.
You have to understand
that i'm only human.
I think all night of a decietfull plan.
I plan to drug her.
Get her to have sex with another girl here.
Take a photo. And blackmail her.
But she leaves before i get to carry it out.
I'm upset and scared. I find out her name.
It's Maria.
Maria, what a lovely name for a rat.
I leave. Drunk and tired.
I drive home into the night.
But on a particular night like this one,
fate throws me a bone.
I'm driving down a long dirt road if it even was a road.
I see other lights come from the side of me and
CRASH!!!
I hit a car.
I get out wondering what happend.
My cars ok, nothing really damaged
but the car i hit is crushed.
There lies a girl, glass in her face and bleeding in front of me.
I pick her up from her jacket.
It's Maria.
There's no pulse so i drop her.
I get into my car and leave.
I see the lights from her car fade in the distance.
Like i said, it was an accident but maybe
for the good, the better.
I trust you with this.
Let this be a secret, a secret that's all.