Posts Tagged ‘Writing’

“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.

Don’t Feed The Birds

Posted: December 2, 2014 in scripts, writing
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Eh, Don’t Feed The Birds..

Something short and sweet. But feel free to let me know what you think.

bloody head rush.

Posted: September 30, 2014 in writing
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there’s a dent in the far east corner of the wall
in my bedroom, weeks after the insatiable comment
you stayed, and roped me into the worst drama
the best drama, my least favorite person
will always be the same, unlike the headaches
you’ve given me, those reasons change
unlike that dent, am I bleeding?

Brass Web Series Pilot- #1 Knuckles

Here is the ‘pilot’ script for a web series I started writing this summer.

Ethan rides his skateboard down the long and crowded Manhattan street. West 28th st in Chelsea, to be exact. In his battered dark jeans and faded black V-Neck, he stops at an intersection. Hopping off his board, he looks across the street.

There she was.

Often he would notice her sitting outside the same bar night after night, usually a cigarette in hand. He started traveling this way more just to get longer glances and find out more about her by watching her, listening to her phone conversations. He often wondered why she would drink so often alone. He often wondered when he would get the nerve to say ‘hello’. Removing himself from the street corner, he posted himself up against the wall of a nearby building.

Intrigued by his weird reevaluation of direction, her eyes are drawn to watch the skateboarding stranger. She’d recently decided it was her favorite place to ‘people watch’.

Ethan puts some weed in a small pipe. He smokes it and relaxes into his mind.

“Alright, this is the day” he thought.
A second hit, and he suddenly was aware that the girl was now watching him.
“Shit, that’s not enough”.
Ethan reaches into his backpack for his flask. He takes a long hard swallow.
“Okay, here I go.”
Putting the flask back into his bag, he drops them both.

The girl had crossed the street and is standing right in front of him as he straightens out.
He lets out a startled mumble of “Um, hi”.

“I like your style, I’m Anna”.

fireworks in the sunrise,

birdsong in the dark morning.

trash is foreign once it’s trash;

how alien like our dirt becomes.

the left tipped wing of an eagle;

gone forever, and here no more.

vibrant purples and brilliant blues.

oh, the masses of squirrels.

 

Pontoosuc

Posted: April 19, 2014 in writing
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saturday night,

swimming

at the lake.

more smiles

than substance

using yours, ours

his, hers;

music to

heal and influence.

believing we could

never run

out of laughter.

believing we should,

never leave;

until the storm

of lightning

moved in.

goodnight friends.