Posts Tagged ‘writing’

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Squirrel Wars

November 10, 2012

In my good ol college days I took a writing for electronic media class. My final project ended up being a 30 page script for an animated film called Squirrel Wars. Unfortunately I don’t know anyone who animates so the story stayed on paper and never made it to a screen. But I enjoyed writing it so much that I decided to stretch it out into a full length screenplay. If you decide to read it, or skim through it (but you should read it, because for every line you read a small penguin in Antarctica will be saved) then I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed creating it. I’m hoping to get some honest feedback, I’ll post the synopsis and link to the full script below. If you decide to read the full script the PDF download link is on the right side.  Remember, read a line, save a penguin.

 

SYNOPSIS: Kung Fu squirrel enthusiast Buzz and his brother Roy live peacefully on the edge of the forest, next to the main populated area known as Squirrel Town. One day, after they awaken from a forest adventure, Squirrel Town is threatened by a group of raccoons, who plan to invade and take over their territory. To protect their home, Buzz and Roy become part of the Squirrel Town army and go to battle with the Raccoons. Along the way, Buzz unlocks his hidden potential, through the use of Kung Fu, and sheer determination.

 

LINK: http://studios.amazon.com/scripts/28154

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A Wu Tang Story

November 9, 2012

Awhile back a friend of mine challenged me to write a story that contained three elements.

The iconic hip hop group the Wu Tang Clan

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Monkeys

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And a hot air balloon

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Being as I was bored with nothing to do, I completed the task, and once I finished I thoroughly enjoyed how it turned out. So I’ve decided that I’m going to try to make my challenges a weekly series. If you’d like to in the comments below, list three things, they can be closely related to each other or not related at all and if I enjoy your ideas I will attempt to incorporate them into a short story. They can be people, objects, anything you can think of. Just keep in mind that I won’t be posting the stories until next week, I have to balance this with work, other projects that I’m working and it takes me awhile to come up with solid concepts.

And as for the Wu Tang Story I mentioned, of course I’m not gonna just mention it without posting it,enjoy.

Sidenote: I didn’t include every member of the Wu Tang Clan in the story, the group is too large and I was too lazy to attempt to fit them all in.

The mission was simple was and straight forward, walk into the monkey clan headquarters, decapitate anything in the fortress that wasn’t human and retrieve the golden stone that would bring Ol Dirty Bastard back to life. Though the task seemed simple, it must be mentioned that the monkey clan has never been defeated, their tyrannical reign of terror has brought upon death to all of those who have dared oppose them. But If there was one positive to be mentioned in all of this, it would be that the Wu Tang Clan has also never been defeated in battle, the motto which is boldly printed on the back of each member states that “Wu Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin To Fuck With”. This statement, as many have found out by firsthand experience is very true, for the members of the Wu Tang Clan have maliciously slaughtered those who felt they were brave enough to prove the moniker wrong, thus proving that they are indeed nothing to fuck with. RZA, the black sage samurai, Method Man, the executioner, Inspectah Deck, the assassin and Raekwon, the butcher, collectively form the super unit known as the Wu Tang Clan.

The Clan never practiced finesse or thoroughly planned out their missions and this time would be no different. The method, which stayed consistent and effective throughout the years was to simply show up and wreck shop until no one was left breathing. They approached the fortress entrance, immediately bashing the door to the ground. Upon entering the golden stone could instantly be seen, it sat high upon a statue in the back of the room, emitting a heavenly glow. The only thing that stood between the clan and the stone, was space and an opportunity to kill every monkey in the room.

“The Wu Tang, how dare you enter this fortress!” shouted the angry primate leader of the monkey clan. “You know what we came here for, hand over the stone or I’ll have your head,” calmly replied RZA, who grips the handle of his sword. Not willing to wait for a reply Method Man jumped into action. In boomerang like fashion he releases his short sword in the air, it returned to him with the stained blood of six headless monkey’s that now lie motionless on the floor. “We told you in 93 to protect ya neck muthafucka!” exclaimed a confident Method Man. Another wave of monkeys drop from the ceiling leaving the clan surrounded. With no way to go but directly through the enemy, each clan member goes head first into battle. RZA parries incoming attacks and delivers fatal counter incisions with his katana blade. Raekwon rushes through the crowd, butchering enemies in all directions with his two machetes. With a fetish for removing limbs and heads Method Man and his short sword send numerous body parts soaring through the air. The quick and nimble Inspectah deck continuously flips through the air while throwing ninja stars into the heads of oncoming monkeys. Inspectah continues his acrobatic antics until he reaches the back of the room, he then launches himself off of a monkey’s head as he soars to the top of the statue where the golden stone is placed. Quickly he rushes to the stone, “Welcome back ol dirty,” says Inspectah as he throws the stone to the ceiling. The golden stones glow begins to intensify, it then explodes releasing a cloud of golden smoke.

“Oh it’s on now niggas!” Yells Ol Dirty Bastard as he emerges from the smoke, holding a gold bladed staff.  The monkey clan leader stares frozen in shock as Ol Dirty descends upon him, the golden blade vertically rips through the monkey clan leader’s body, cutting him in directly in half. OL Dirty’s staff begins to glow as he now spins around in circles, after reaching his peak speed Ol Dirty swings the staff which releases a massive tornado projectile that wipes out nearly every monkey clan member in the room. Though victory seemed promising, the moment was short lived as 3 more waves of monkey clan soldiers emerged. “They just don’t stop, we gotta get outta this muthafucka,” exclaimed Raekwon as he slowly backed toward the door. “Wu Tang retreat,” commanded RZA as all of the members dashed out of the entrance with the Monkey clan following closely behind. “How the hell are we getting out of here?” asked a confused Method Man. Off in the distance was a tied down air balloon at the edge of the cliff. Thinking ahead, Inspectah Deck throws his ninjas stars, cutting the ropes which held down the air balloon. The Wu Tang members begin to pick up speed as the air balloon begins to lift off. The tall longed limbed Method Man is the first to jump onto the balloon with the rest of the clan following after. “Deuces you banana eating bastards,” laughed Method Man as the clan soared off into the sky.

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Finally I found me

November 8, 2012

So, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last used this site, but I can say with 99.9% confidence that I’m officially back and will soon be regularly posting again. Since I’ve last posted here I’ve evolved by leaps and bounds as a person/writer etc. For a few years, I had kind of lost my passion for writing, I wasn’t to sure of what I wanted to do with my life, so I put down my pencil and began exploring other areas that peaked my interest.

If you know me personally you know that music is a major part of my life, even as I’m typing now I have the Tenchu Stealth Assassins intro theme blasting into my headphones. Audio engineering had always something that I had done as a hobby, it wasn’t a natural talent, but something that I practiced enough to where I had gotten to be pretty decent at it. Combining those skills with my love for music, I figured becoming an audio engineer would pretty much be the perfect job for me. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid to sit in a studio and record music until you go deaf?

Since I was sure this was the path I wanted to take, I went to a recording institute to gain more knowledge on the techniques of engineering. Though in the long run I ended up not choosing music as my career path (I’ll go more in depth a bit later) I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything in the world. I got a chance to meet some amazingly talented people and I had second to none the coolest professors on the planet. That may have been the first and only time in my entire educational career that every day I looked forward to going to class because I knew I was going to learn about something that I actually cared about.

Though the experience was all I could have asked for, eventually reality started to set in, it was hard to accept it but it had hit me that even after spending over 100 classroom hours/lab time learning about recording music, that it honestly wasn’t something I could see myself doing for the rest of my life. It didn’t give me the real joy that I was looking for and it only partially filled the void.

I ended up having to go back to community college (long story that I don’t feel like talking about) to take a digital video class. The first major assignment was that we all were to write down ideas for short films and these ideas were to be shared to the class. I wasn’t to enthusiastic about this assignment, I thought I was done with college and yet I found myself back in a classroom that I never thought I would have to return to. Though I had my idea fully written out, I had contemplated not presenting it, but that little voice in the back of my head made me get up and share my semi creative idea with my peers. To my surprise, once I was done presenting my idea, enough people liked it to where it was decided that it would be turned into one of the short films that the class would work on.

Since the story was all originally my idea, it only made sense that I would be the one to write the script, and as I began writing that night it all finally started to click. With every page that passion that I had put to the side for years started to resurface, I was finally creating again, I was doing what I did since I was just a small child, I was writing. That empty space and void was filled again and for the short time while I was writing that script I was genuinely happy. My hard work eventually ended up paying off as I won the best script award at our colleges film festival.

And this brings me to now. I don’t have to think about it anymore, I’m not confused about what I want out of life. It’s simple, if I’m not writing then I’m not happy, it’s just that simple and point blank. Every thing else I do to make ends meet is temporary until I can somehow make my living by writing and expressing my creativity to the world. Now that this blog has been resurrected, I plan on posting much more content which will include short stories, scripts, blogs about life and whatever else is floating around inside my head.

If you’ve taken the time to read this I appreciate it, if not, then I hope you step barefoot on a Lego, peace love and crunch berries, you’ll be hearing from me again soon.