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Glow (poem)

Posted: June 25, 2017 in writing
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I watched the sunrise every morning

Praying for his silhouette

Waiting for his hand extended

And I would grab it

And hold it over our creation

Until the sunset

 

 

(One of two poems written on spec for an artist inspired by the images they sent me. Don’t know what ever came of this project, but I still enjoy the poems.)

(I am dedicating this poem to my grandfather John Robert Banks Sr 1924-2009)

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SNOWSTARS (poem)

Posted: May 31, 2017 in writing

she didn’t quite understand,

the power she held

in her hands;

she was too enamored by its beauty;

a disservice,

only to the most unworthy.

(This poem was written for a ‘winter’ photo on my photography account on instagram.)

(I am dedicating this poem to my mother Pamela Banks 1951-1993)

DIG (poem)

Posted: May 8, 2017 in writing

I could only remember the moon,

And what she looked like in it.

I have to keep going.

She can’t break my focus now,

she will only motivate me.

 

 

(One of two poems written on spec for an artist inspired by the images they sent me. Don’t know what ever came of this project, but I still enjoy the poems.)

(I am dedicating this poem to my grandmother Lunetta Banks 1926-2000)

INT. REYNOLD’S BASEMENT – NIGHT
June and Wesley switch places at the table.
Reynold (22, pushover) looks up from the cards.

REYNOLD
What are y’all doing?
WESLEY
Switching up, the fuck it look
like?
REYNOLD
But I don’t know if –
JUNE
Reynold.
REYNOLD
Yeah.
JUNE
Shut up and deal.

Reynold deals the next hand.

INT. REYNOLD’S BASEMENT – LATER
June and Wesley take turns as their chips continue to stack up.
There are only six people left playing.
Wesley is on the table.
Reynold flips the River card. Wesley takes the pot.

WESLEY
Alright lets keep this shit going.
JUNE
Don’t you think we should maybe
stop? We have enough for rent.
WESLEY
Naw man, we can’t just quit the
game. Besides maybe we can make
enough for next months rent too ya
know.

June looks uneasy, but silently agrees.

WESLEY
Well then, lets keep these cards
coming.


The Lottery Ticket After losing their rent money in a poker game, two roommates put their hope in a new game of chance.

The Awkward Turtle the full story of the adventure these two friends take road tripping to Vegas meeting a nationwide serial killer.

Email ChanceCreatedIt@gmail.com to read/produce.

A documentarian takes her reclusive best friend on an adventure to live.

A Short Film Script

Low Budget (Can be made for $100,000 $10,000 or $1000)

To Read, Email: sunriseroadtripshortfilm@gmail.com

“SLUSHIE”

It was 2:50 when the school bells rang. Cassidy slumped in his seat, as the rest of the class heralded to the door. Kyle and Brad stood in the middle of the bathroom awaiting their victims arrival. Jeremy and Tom entered the boys room, holding Cassidy down. “There’s our man of the hour” said Kyle. Brad gave him a slap on the cheek. “We’ve been waiting for your presence all day, haven’t we boys. Ready Jeremy?” Cassidy cries out “Please don’t-” Kyle drowns Cassidy’s voice out with that of his own “And the award goes to”. Jeremy and Kyle dunk Cassidy’s head into the toilet.

Saturday Morning Fun #4

Posted: January 3, 2015 in short stories, writing
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As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back behind her. The raccoon had stopped it’s pursuit, more or less to taunt her. It stared into her eyes. She almost wanted to cry. It seemed to smile before taking to sprint after her again.  It was less than ten feet away when it gave up its chase. Instead it choose to remember the location of its future victim’s current escape. Making it into her home, she let her previously held back tears fall. She was safe, for now.