INTERIOR. LIVING ROOM. – EVENING. A family going to bed. The father shuts off the lights. Once the coast is clear, the books begin to chat. RICK (‘Suspense’ on binding, eyes sprout near the top; whispering) Amy! Aaaaammyyyyyyyy! AMY (‘Comedy’ on binding, somewhat loudly) Yeeeeeeeesss? RICK (still whispering) Shhhh! Gee WHIZ, Amy! We’re gonna have the bomb […]Read more "The Books, Opening Scene"
With grease still on my hands, I put my rifle down and unloaded my gear. The rough, olive drab was a second skin by now, not just my own, but of everyone it seemed. Greenish grey and greyish green stitched a patchwork between all aspects of life over there. Finding a seat set aside from […]Read more "With Grease Still On My Hands, Part 1 of 5"
(Black screen. Small drips reverberate, a cave may be imagined. Red lights pop out from around an undistinguished corner. First one, then 3, now five; of varying heights. They aren’t bright, but glow brighter each second. They bounce a bit, dancing without choreography. A sense that the lights are coming toward you is derived in […]Read more "Final Exam, with a Pop Quiz"
Emma was a tree, standing twisted and old on an African plain. The orange sun slid down a grapefruit colored sky as a pride of lions padded gently besides her. A majestic father with his gal and 2 cubs. Peering out from eyes embedded in the rigged bark, she focused intently on papa lion’s face until […]Read more "An Unexpected Detour"
Three men surfed through space inside of a giant, titanium golf tee. Not so much like those longer ones proliferated these days, more like a good-ole-fashioned ‘regular’ tee. The tee also had a few wings and some added minor details, such as rocket propulsion, landing gear, and a rover to explore the surface of extraterrestrial terrestrials. […]Read more "The Great Lunar Lie"
(Soft piano music and gentle clinks of metal on porcelain fill the air. A small Italian restaurant. White tablecloths with napkins the same shade as their house red. There is a single candle on each table, so that the room’s already dim lighting flickers slightly; an almost imperceptible strobe. A bit crowded for a Saturday […]Read more "A Date with Mr. French, Film Director"
The first mission I ever got was a complete crock. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame the agency (much), and would’ve done the same in their shoes, but being in my shoes? Man. Just get a load of this nonsense: mission: infiltrate a highly sensitive finance office; gather intel on recent disappearances of three, high-profile VPs parameters: time […]Read more "555-Word Spygame"