Thursday, September 3, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 18
CONTINUED: 18.
FREIGHT
I’m stranded.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
I’m Terribly Sorry about
that. We’re working to fix the
problem but the next supply ship
will not be here for
DIFFERENT FAKE VOICE
Three months two days and seven
hours.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
In the mean time, feel free to
enjoy the ship’s facilities as much
as you like. Per interstellar
treaty, you will be billed for your
time on board, but we recognize the
difficult situation in which you
find yourself, and will gratefully
extend you a line of credit until
you are able to pay us back.
FREIGHT
Thanks.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
No, thank you. Service is
pleasure.
FREIGHT
Right.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Thank you.
FREIGHT
Shut up.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Of course. Thank you for asking me
to shut up.
FREIGHT
SHUT UP!
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Gratefully shutting up now.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
[Fairy Tale] Elowyn Wisp - Part 4
You can learn of the rules here. I felt this story deserved a title at this point. None of the members of the group suggested a continuance, so I moved it forward. A second story will occur on Fridays starting this week or next.
He walked through a briar patch made of rosewood and dust, swirling around with sapphire and ruby dust motes. As he walked the stars shimmered and rippled as if the sky were a bed sheet being changed with new stars each time someone shook the sheets. The ground hummed and as he walked it worked up his bones and to his teeth.
Then he came to a large lake surrounded by white and gold bamboo, with all of it cut and formed into a giant artificial island in thick slabs as wide as a man's leg with a regal pathway that went to the still waters. Soft gentle music slowly played in the background.
There was his daughter, lying despondent on the ground. She was so sad and crying so hard that her father did not know what to do.
"Why are you crying Elowyn?" he asked her.
At first, she did not hear and wept only.
Despondent, he tried again. "Why are you crying daughter mine?"
At this she stopped crying and looked up, looking hopefully at her father and then she started crying a second time.
A third time he asked,"Why are you crying my beloved daughter? I will do anything I can to make it better or fix what is wrong.."
And then she smiled.
He walked through a briar patch made of rosewood and dust, swirling around with sapphire and ruby dust motes. As he walked the stars shimmered and rippled as if the sky were a bed sheet being changed with new stars each time someone shook the sheets. The ground hummed and as he walked it worked up his bones and to his teeth.
Then he came to a large lake surrounded by white and gold bamboo, with all of it cut and formed into a giant artificial island in thick slabs as wide as a man's leg with a regal pathway that went to the still waters. Soft gentle music slowly played in the background.
There was his daughter, lying despondent on the ground. She was so sad and crying so hard that her father did not know what to do.
"Why are you crying Elowyn?" he asked her.
At first, she did not hear and wept only.
Despondent, he tried again. "Why are you crying daughter mine?"
At this she stopped crying and looked up, looking hopefully at her father and then she started crying a second time.
A third time he asked,"Why are you crying my beloved daughter? I will do anything I can to make it better or fix what is wrong.."
And then she smiled.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 17
17.
ACT 1 SCENE 7
SCENE EXTERIOR – MARGARET TETHERED TO THE FATSHIP – NIGHT
The Margaret lists back and forth. The strain of the event
causes the rope to chafe against the Fatship until a piece
of the foil is cut and floats away.
SCENE INTERIOR – RADAR OF THE FATSHIP – NIGHT
The Margaret shows up on the Fatship’s Radar.
SCENE INTERIOR – ALERT CLAXON ACTIVATING – DAY
Freight panics. He runs back toward his ship.
SCENE INTERIOR – CARGO BAY OF THE FATSHIP – DAY
Bob is activated. He is sent out a hatch to the outside.
SCENE INTERIOR – HALLWAY OF THE FATSHIP – DAY
Freight runs towards the Margaret. He stops to catch his
breath. He is obviously not in very good shape.
SCENE EXTERIOR – TETHER BETWEEN THE MARGARET AND THE FATSHIP
Bob cuts the tether. The Margaret begins to drift away.
SCENE INTERIOR – HALL OF THE FATSHIP
Freight gets to the airlock and watches the Margaret drift
away.
FREIGHT
Not good....
END OF ACT 1
ACT 2 SCENE 1
INT – INSIDE OF THE SHIP – DAY
Freight stands at the control center and talks to the
computer.
(CONTINUED)
Monday, August 31, 2015
Status of the Blog and Writing
My next project involves physical layout for Grenademan vs the Zombies in Scribus, which is both harder and easier to use than word...it is a new learning curve and I have learned a lot due to the an excellent online coarse by the editor of GIMP magazine. The good news is that it doesn't think it knows better than I do so I can do anything with the pages including implementing some of Andrew's suggestions. The bad news is that 'simple' things like the page number have to be done manually until I can figure out how to quasi automate it. Its learning but worth it. Unfortunately, due to the 12 hours I spent fixing the sound files on the TGAW podcast archive, I was totally burnt out this weekend and unable to work on it.
Speaking of which, given the numbers on this blog at least, it sure looks like my writing on this blog and scripts are a hell of a lot more popular than the tossing grenades at windmills podcast. :D Moreover, Saved from the Circular file, the 'b side' unedited podcast about not my writing but other things was more popular too....tells me that after I finish my life goal about seven novels maybe I should stick to scripts and producing/publishing for other people and just dabble in short stories or the occasional novel...we shall see but I will give at least one good try at touring and marketing my own book (Forever West) in 2016.
Current plans in the blog include a full weekly schedule
Monday - Status/Blurbs from Rhombus, the occasional short fiction piece from the 500 or Naked City.
Tuesday - Script
Wed - Fairy Tale (also moderately popular and thus the sixth novel will likely be 8 interweaving fairy tales...)
Thur - Script
Friday - Second fairy tale
Sat - Tossing Grenades at windmill's podcast
Sunday - Saved from the circular file.
Current writing projects
-Desktop publishing for GMVZ
-Desktop publishing for Spiders in the Sugar Factory
-Proofreading for Forever West
-Cover for Forever West
-Map for Forever West
-World Notes for Forever West
-DeskTop Publishing for Forever West
-Edit Making the Demon
-Edit remaining TC Ricks Stories
-Begin writing Rhombus Ticks stories
-In November do 6th Novel, The Heliotrope Book of Modern Fairy Tales (Working title)
-Keep writing TGAW (7th novel) - need to restart
-Write three or four more poems for the League of Christmas Darkness for the TGAW Podcast
That's a lot. Right now, I'm focused on the first. Likely to have one or two writing and one or two editing and one or two desk top going at any given time.
Oh, forgot to add, looking at Jay's script for the Sentinel Chronicles, working with Greg on DADS (Sanford, not Ricks), and the 500 and Naked City....busy times. :D
I'll try to do one of these a month....
Speaking of which, given the numbers on this blog at least, it sure looks like my writing on this blog and scripts are a hell of a lot more popular than the tossing grenades at windmills podcast. :D Moreover, Saved from the Circular file, the 'b side' unedited podcast about not my writing but other things was more popular too....tells me that after I finish my life goal about seven novels maybe I should stick to scripts and producing/publishing for other people and just dabble in short stories or the occasional novel...we shall see but I will give at least one good try at touring and marketing my own book (Forever West) in 2016.
Current plans in the blog include a full weekly schedule
Monday - Status/Blurbs from Rhombus, the occasional short fiction piece from the 500 or Naked City.
Tuesday - Script
Wed - Fairy Tale (also moderately popular and thus the sixth novel will likely be 8 interweaving fairy tales...)
Thur - Script
Friday - Second fairy tale
Sat - Tossing Grenades at windmill's podcast
Sunday - Saved from the circular file.
Current writing projects
-Desktop publishing for GMVZ
-Desktop publishing for Spiders in the Sugar Factory
-Proofreading for Forever West
-Cover for Forever West
-Map for Forever West
-World Notes for Forever West
-DeskTop Publishing for Forever West
-Edit Making the Demon
-Edit remaining TC Ricks Stories
-Begin writing Rhombus Ticks stories
-In November do 6th Novel, The Heliotrope Book of Modern Fairy Tales (Working title)
-Keep writing TGAW (7th novel) - need to restart
-Write three or four more poems for the League of Christmas Darkness for the TGAW Podcast
That's a lot. Right now, I'm focused on the first. Likely to have one or two writing and one or two editing and one or two desk top going at any given time.
Oh, forgot to add, looking at Jay's script for the Sentinel Chronicles, working with Greg on DADS (Sanford, not Ricks), and the 500 and Naked City....busy times. :D
I'll try to do one of these a month....
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Grenademan Vs The Zombies - Chapter 10b
The battle for the town is in full swing and Grenademan is trying to rescue one of the four in the straights of the ....Caribean...which are totally not actually straights.
Written by TC Ricks
Sound Editing: Greyson Bergmann
Editing: Fiona Skye
Performed by Rhombus Ticks
Thursday, August 27, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 16
16.
There is a collective groan from the crew on the ship and
the Blob is absolutely horrified. A large group of guards
show up at the door and begin escorting passengers to escape
pods which are then ejected from the ship.
ACT 1 SCENE 6
SCENE EXTERIOR – OUTSIDE OF THE MARGARET APPROACHING THE
FATSHIP – NIGHT
The Margaret has a large sheet of tin foil draped in front
of it. It is obviously jury rigged and tied on. It
approaches the Fat ship.
SCENE INTERIOR – RADAR SCREEN – NIGHT
The Fat ship’s radar does not show the Margaret.
SCENE INTERIOR – HALL OF THE FAT SHIP – DAY
Freight opens a door onto an empty ship. He accidentally
drops a wrench and cringes at the noise. There is no
sound. He scratches his chin.
FREIGHT (WHISPERING)
Hello?
There is no sound.
FREIGHT (LOUDER)
HELLO?
Still no sound comes.
FREIGHT (YELLING)
HELLO?
ECHO OF FREIGHT
oooo....ooo...oo
Freight is fairly nervous. He wanders and sees nothing but
empty quarters. He finds the Blob’s quarters and drops the
candy bar as he has agreed to do. He gulps.
FREIGHT (NERVOUSLY)
Hello?
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