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Urban Legends

I'm rather into folklore and urban legends and shit. (by the way I've been watching Kevin Smith Q&A's so I might channel him a bit in my style here) Mostly if they've got some kinda supernatural/horror motif, but even without that, I'm interested in how they survive, and change.

Like the Phantom Hitchhiker has been around for hundreds of years. Okay maybe not that long but since we were all riding horses instead of driving cars at least.

So I'm reading this book (actually two books by the same dude) about that very subject, and come to find out that the Hook man story actually dates back to at least the 1500's. Dude's riding his horse and some other guy jumps out of the woods and grabs at the horse's bridle, and he's all "Your money or your life" and shit, and the intended victim just whips out his sword, takes a swing and keeps going. So he gets back home, and the groom takes the horse back to the stable, and hanging on the bridle is the robber's fucking hand.

This kinda thing interests me. Like I wrote a Firefly fan-fic a while ago where the crew were gathered around telling ghost stories, and I came up with space-age versions of the classics. Wash tells the Phantom Hitchhiker, it's a girl in a shuttle that's adrift. Mal tells about the ghosts that fuckin' push cars up the hill.

And one of the other things that I thought about was "I wonder how far back some of these stories go." And I even came up with a pre-car version of Highbeams. I made it up, I didn't find it. But like, someone's driving their wagon late at night and some dude is behind 'em on a horse and every now and then, for no fucking reason at all (remember what I said about Kevin Smith?) he shouts "I see you!"

Which in no way brings me to this next part: One of the stories I found in these two books is about these three ladies on an elevator, who freak out when a black dude with a dog gets on with 'em. He says "Sit!" and, casual racists that they are, they do so. And he, being a very nice man doesn't get offended, rather he apologizes and explains that he was talking to his dog. So the women are all embarrassed and explain that they're visiting the city and even ask if he can recommend a good place for dinner.

The punchline of the story is that the dude was Reggie Jackson (or depending on the story, some other black athlete. Always an athlete for some reason, I guess at the time they were telling this story there weren't any black movie stars and the musicians wouldn't be recognizable names to all the honkies.) and he winds up paying their bill.

I'm reading this story and thinking "I could totally update this one." Like you could replace the black dude with a white guy all tatted up. Or put an Arabic dude in there. Or, because I wondered if you could make it work if you reversed the races:

So there were these three black ladies on an elevator and a white cop gets on with his dog...

Wouldn't that work? Like there was one version of the story where the women (it's always women in these tales) were advised "Never resist a mugger. Just do whatever they say, it's not worth getting hurt."

Well what are they always saying now? "Never resist the cops, just do whatever they say, it's not worth getting killed."

One Man's Heaven (script version)

One Man’s Heaven…

Int. Bedroom.
In a confused close up, possibly POV shot, we see a girl with long dark hair screaming and bringing a knife down over and over. Blood sprays.

Int. Car.
Tom lies asleep in the driver’s seat, covered by a trench coat. The seat is reclined all the way, and a wide brimmed fedora style had lies on the passenger side. It is raining.

He wakes up blearily and takes in his surroundings. He is clearly confused, but not concerned about where he is.

Ext. Rest Stop
Tom’s car sits in an empty parking lot at a rest area off a mountain interstate. It is still raining.

Tom exits the car, wearing his coat and hat. He stretches, enjoys the rain for a moment, and then heads for the rest rooms.

Among the trees stands the girl from the opening shot. The rain has soaked her and she has a slightly grudge-like appearance. Tom does not see her.

Int. Bathroom.
Tom exits the stall and washes his hands. When he looks up into the mirror, we see the girl a few paces away. He does not see her.

Ext. Rest Stop
Tom stands by his car, looking out at the road.

TOM
Well, let’s see where this road leads.

He gets in the car, and pulls out of the lot.

Ext. Road
It is foggy and drizzly, Tom’s car is the only one on the road. Ahead on the right is an exit sign. It reads HAVEN, with an arrow pointing to the ramp.

Almost immediately after exiting the highway, a sign proclaims;

WELCOME TO HAVEN
MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME

Int. Car
Tom smiles at that.

TOM
Nice touch.

Ext. Main Street
As Tom drives into town he passes a few scattered homes and pedestrians. Many of them wave at him as he passes by. But some look miserable, or eye the car desperately. These seem to be wetter, perhaps wearing less protection against the elements, or at the very least, not enjoying the weather as much as others.

Ext. Downtown
The downtown area of Haven resembles any number of small town historic districts. It is of course, still raining.

Tom parks along the side of the street and gets out. Almost immediately a police cruiser pulls up behind him. Tom eyes it warily, the first sign of unease.

The window rolls down and SERA pokes her head out. She’s wearing the obligatory hat and shades, but despite these accoutrements she comes across as friendly and good natured.

SERA
Hello there! New in town?

TOM
Just passing through.

SERA
Well that’s a shame. You sure?

Sera’s POV. Tom stands, relaxed by her friendliness, but the focus of her attention is the girl standing, now just behind him. The girl seems to have been caught in the act of reaching for him, but recoils.

Int. Bedroom
A longer shot of the opening scene. The girl is slashing and stabbing wildly, screaming and crying. We still can’t see who she’s attacking, but we hear a man grunting in agony, weakly. We can just make out that the girl is screaming “mine”.

Ext. Downtown
Tom laughs.

TOM
To be honest, no. But I have no idea how long I’ll be staying, or where I’m headed.

SERA
I hear that more often than you know. Hang on.
Sera steps out of the cruiser and extends a hand.

SERA
I’m Sheriff Sera.

TOM
Tom.

He shakes her hand.

SERA
Well Tom, welcome to Haven. I try to be the welcome wagon
around here as well as the sheriff. You eaten yet?

TOM
Actually no. Can you recommend a place?

The girl approaches again, reaching out for Tom. Sera smoothly places herself between them, indicating down the street.

SERA
I can do better than that. C’mon, I’ll buy you a cup of cocoa.

Tom is a little surprised.

TOM
Are you this friendly to everyone?

SERA
Small town friendliness, it takes some getting used to.

GIRL’S POV. Everything is the same, yet somehow darker, gloomier, more oppressive. The red of the sign is likewise unpleasant.

Ext. Diner
There is a red neon sign reading “ABLE’S”. The interior is bright and cheery as we can see through the window. Through the girl’s POV, the contrast to the friendly atmosphere of the diner, and the wet gloom of the town is sharp.

Int. Diner
There are a few patrons inside enjoying each other’s company or food. There is one woman looking slightly glumly out the window however, a half finished waffle in front of her.

Sera and Tom enter and are greeted by Able, the young man behind the counter.

Int. Diner – Later
Tom has quite a spread in front of him, plus the cup of cocoa that Sera bought him.
Angled from over Sera’s shoulder, we can see through the window, and the girl is standing outside, her hand pressed against the glass.

SERA
So, if you were to stay…

TOM
Where would I stay?

INT. Apartment.
In what used to be a large garage/small barn, a one room apartment has been set up. The majority is taken up by a large sitting room. On the far end from the door is a small kitchen with a bathroom just off of that. There is a spiral staircase going up to a loft bedroom.

Sera and Tom enter, led by the landlord.

LANDLORD
You’re in luck, just became available today.

Tom looks around, clearly impressed.

TOM
It’s beautiful.

Ext. Log Cabin
At the end of a long drive is a medium sized, comfortable looking cabin, nestled amongst tall trees. Sera’s squad car pulls up to the house and she gets out, and goes to the door.

SERA
(knocking)
Cain you home?

There is no answer. After a moment she sighs and walks to a small trail leading into the woods.

Ext. Cliff Top
A small picnic area has been set up on a bluff over looking the sea. A tall man in a black coat and wide brimmed hat sits atop one of the tables, his feet on the bench. He gazes out to see with an odd haunted, but contented look.

SERA
Brooding again?

CAIN
I like brooding.

The man, Cain, turns and gives her a wan smile.

CAIN
It’s soothing. You should try it.

SERA
No thanks, I’ll stick to meditating.

She sits beside him on the table.

CAIN
Are you here to once again try to convince me to give up
my solitary vigil and move into town?

SERA
Or visit. But no. Though the offer’s still open.
Your brother would be glad to see you.
No I just wanted to pass on some news. We got a couple in today.

CAIN
You say that like it’s unprecedented. It’s not.

SERA
This is. Murder suicide.

This shocks Cain into looking away from the ocean at his companion.

CAIN
And they both came here?

SERA
Yep. I don’t know if this place would have been her
destination normally, but it seems like part of the penalty
is being near him.

CAIN
Does he know?

SERA
No I don’t think he can see her. I haven’t let her touch him
but I don’t think he’d feel her if she did. Hell, kid doesn’t even know
he’s dead yet.

CAIN
Well. Won’t this be interesting. I may have to come
visit town after all.

Ext. City Park
Tom is stretched out on a bench with his coat draped over him as a blanket and an umbrella sheltering his head from the rain. Crouched at the end near his feet is the spooky girl.

Sera approaches, smiling when she spots him, but gives the girl a stern look.
He apparently hears her and sits up.

SERA
Don’t let me disturb you.

TOM
No that’s ok. Just relaxing. What brings you here? Checking up on me?
And do you ever take off that hat and glasses?

SERA
Nope. They’re permanently affixed to my face.
And you’re not the only one who likes to relax here.
But since I’m here and you’re up, you mind if I join you?

TOM
No, go ahead. There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.

SERA
I thought there might be.

She settles on the bench, just out of the shelter of the umbrella.
Tom takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

TOM
I’m dead aren’t I.

SERA
Yep.

TOM
Thought so. That apartment was just too good to be true.
That plus the town and the weather…I was like ‘I’ve died and gone to, ohhhh’.

Sera snickers.

TOM
I don’t remember dying.

SERA
Do you want to?

TOM
I …guess not. That means it was pretty bad doesn’t it.

She doesn’t answer.

TOM
So what happens now? Is this heaven?

SERA
As far as everyone you’ve seen is concerned, yes.
This town changes just slightly with every new person who comes.
The only thing that stays absolutely the same, is the weather.
If you look around, you’ll find parts of it that seem like
New York, or any other large city. If you’re interested in finding it.
There’s a beach area too. Cause the folks who wind up here,
like the beach in rainy weather. Though, we do get the occasional sunny day.
Just for variety I suppose.

TOM
What would have happened if I’d gone the other way on the road?
Would I have wound up as like, a ghost or something?

SERA
I think so. That’s not my department. That would have been like,
going back the way you came.

TOM
Is there a way to leave?

SERA
There’s plenty of ways to leave. Well, three really,
driving, walking, or you can take a boat. But there’s lots of
roads or trails to choose from. Some folks, after they stay
here for a while decide it’s time too move on I suppose. And they leave.

TOM
Where do they go?

SERA
I have no idea.

INT. Bedroom
An even clearer version of the scene. Now we can see that Tom is handcuffed to the bed, covered with blood. His screams are muffled as if he is gagged, as the girl cuts and stabs him over and over, screaming.

INT. Diner
Tom is at the counter, the girl sitting forlornely next to him. He still does not see her. Abel gives her a mug of hot chocolate, which shocks her out of staring desperately at Tom. This is the only acknowledgement of her presence however.

ABEL
They’re around. Maybe as many as the folks
who want to be here. But you have to want
to see them.

He busies himself behind the counter, taking a pie out of the oven and sets it on the counter.

ABEL
You love the rain. You find it peaceful, beautiful.
There’s a word for it.

TOM
Pluviophile.

ABEL
That’s the one. Well I’m sure it’s no revelation that
there’s those who find it gloomy, depressing, uncomfortable
and even scary. Well, lots of those come here too.
Same place, different point of view.

TOM
Why haven't I seen any?

ABEL
Do you want to?

One Man's Heaven...

One Man’s Heaven…

It was raining. That was the first thing he noticed as he slowly awakened. The rain fell on the roof and windshield of his car, making a soothing drumming sound. He yawned and stretched, allowing himself to get acquainted with his surroundings.
The driver’s seat was reclined all the way back, making a crude but comfortable bed. His trenchcoat was draped over him like a blanket, but it was warm enough that he wasn’t sure it was really necessary. All he could see of the world outside his car was a gray mist, and even that was obscured by the sheets of water cascading down his windows.

Eventually he decided to sit up and see if he could figure out where he was. He realized he didn’t know, nor really care, how he had gotten there. This was his car, but he didn’t recall driving it to…

With the seat back in it’s upright position he was able to get a better view. It appeared to be a rest area of some sort off the interstate. The area was heavily forested, and he was getting a mountainy impression as well.

Now he was certain. Nothing looked familiar, and he had no recollection of taking a long car trip lately. But he also found he wasn’t concerned about that. The area looked nice, and he could hardly ever feel uptight when it was raining. He’d always preferred rainy weather. Failing that he liked mist or fog, or even just cloudy. Granted if it was cloudy but never rained, he felt cheated.

After a while of just relaxing, listening to the rain, he decided to stretch his legs. A quick search of the car revealed that his wide brimmed fedora style hat was sitting on the passenger seat. Well at least he’d come prepared.

He’d originally bought the hat to help keep the sun off. But he’d found that it worked just as well to keep the rain off his face. And he liked the sound the rain made on it too.

By the time he stepped out of the car, the downpour had faded to a gentle shower. His was the only car in the lot. The emptiness struck him as slightly melancholy, but, that too was something he liked. He wondered, as he made his way to the rest rooms, where it was he had been going.

Now that he was awake, he might as well get going to wherever it was, and find out. At the very least maybe he could find a town, and therefore, food. Perhaps get his bearings.

He hadn’t driven far (and he noticed with mild curiosity that his was the only car on the road), before he finally saw an exit sign, and practically immediately after leaving the interstate he saw the sign welcoming him to Haven.

Just Haven. No population count, no “Est. 1800” or suchlike. Just the name of the town, and in smaller letters underneath; “Make yourself at home”.

“Heh.” He said to himself. “Nice touch.”

He passed a few small roads leading off into the forest, but stuck to the main road. Eventually he began to pass pleasant looking houses, some big, some small but cozy. Here he finally started to see signs of life. He passed a few cars, but there were more people out walking. Many of them waved.

The town proper reminded him of any number of small town “downtown” areas he’d seen in his travels. But like the houses he passed, it was a hodgepodge of old and new, extravagant and simple. It gave the impression of a place that had been around for a very long time, and would remain for even longer.

The rain had picked up again by the time he parked, but he decided to go for a stroll regardless. He might get soaked, but every now and then, that was okay. For the moment his hat and coat would protect most of him anyway.

It seemed as if he’d barely closed his door then a police cruiser pulled up and parked behind him. The driver’s window rolled down and a state trooper, wearing the obligatory hat and shades poked her head out.

“Hello there!” she called, with a friendly smile. “New in town?”

Coaxed by her smile and tone, he approached. He’d felt momentarily uneasy, thinking that perhaps despite the welcome sign, the local constabulary weren’t that eager for visitors to stick around.

“Just passing through.” He said.

She pursed her lips, looking disappointed. “Well that’s a shame, you sure?”

At that, he laughed. This was friendliness on a scale he’d not imagined.
“Well to be honest,” he shrugged. “No. But I dunno how long I’ll be staying, or where I’m headed.”

“I hear that more often than you’d think.” She chuckled. “Hold on.” She got out of her car and extended a hand. “I’m Sheriff Sera.”

“Tom.” He introduced himself, shaking her hand. She had a strong, but gentle grip. And while Tom tried not to be the typical “guy”, he couldn’t help noticing that she had very nice hands, and a rather attractive mouth. The rest of her was rather obscured by the uniform.

“Well Tom, I try to be the welcome wagon around her as well as the sheriff. Though occasionally some folk beat me to it. You eaten yet?”

“No I haven’t.” His stomach rumbled as if to emphasize this. “Can you recommend a good place?”

“Now what kind of welcome wagon would I be if I just did that? C’mon, I’ll buy you a cup of cocoa.”

Tom really was taken aback. Apparently his surprise showed.

“Small town friendliness.” She said. “Takes some getting used to.”

She led him to a diner about a block away. The sign above read “Able’s” in bright, cheery red neon. The effect with the mist and the rain was particularly welcoming.
There were a few other patrons in the diner but not many. One or two glanced curiously his way, but for the most part they kept to themselves. Which was probably just as well. Tom was not an anti-social person, but if everyone he ran into had been outgoing and gregarious, he might have gotten creeped out.

“Got to him first I see.” Said the man behind the counter. He was a young man, younger even than Tom, but there was something in his eyes that spoke of being much much older.

Tom glanced at her, and she shrugged. “New folks in town tend to wander into Abel’s on their own even if I don’t greet ‘em.” She turned to the man. “The Welcome Special, A.”

“What’s the welcome special?”

“Waffles, bacon, eggs and cocoa. You want any marshmallows?” A, presumably Abel, answered.

Soon, they were sitting in a booth, cups of cocoa before them, and food on it’s way. Tom gazed out the window, just letting the mug warm his hands. There was a park across the street where a small child in a red rain-coat was gleefully splashing in puddles.

“So,” he said, turning back to Sera, “If I did decide to stay…”

*****

“You’re in luck. Just became available today.”

Sera had introduced Tom to one of the locals who owned an old office building, that he had converted into apartments. While none of those were available he did have one option.

Not far from his own house, said landlord had converted a small barn into a one room apartment. The majority of it was taken up by a large living room. On the far end from the door was a small kitchen with a bathroom just off of that. There was a spiral staircase going up to a loft bedroom.

Tom looked around, charmed. “It’s beautiful. How much is the rent?”

*****

Tom had spent a day exploring, and after finding the library, arcade and theater, he decided to take a break from his meanderings.

One of the larger parks in Haven had a lake, and trails. It also had gardens with benches scattered about. Tom’s break consisted of lying on one of the benches, his duster once again acting as a blanket, and a newly acquired umbrella covering his head. He awoke from his nap to the sounds of booted footseeps. Raising the umbrella he saw, with very little surprise, Sheriff Sera.

“Don’t let me disturb you.” She said.

“No that’s ok. Just relaxing.” He sat up, making room on the bench. “What brings you here? Checking up on me? And do you ever take off that hat and glasses?”

“Nope. They’re permanently affixed to my face.” She said it so casually that it could have been a statement of fact. “And you’re not the only one who likes to relax here.” She gestured to the bench. “But since I’m here and you’re up, you mind if I join you?”

“No, go ahead. There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.”

“I thought there might be.” She settled on the bench, just out of the shelter of the umbrella.

Tom took a moment to watch the raindrops in a puddle before saying; “I’m dead aren’t I.”

“Yep.” She answered calmly.

“Thought so.” For a brief time he had completely blanked on the landlord’s answer to his question about rent. But when he realized where he probably was, the memory returned that there was no rent.

“That apartment was just too good to be true. That plus the town and the weather…I was like ‘I’ve died and gone to, ohhhh’.”

Sera snickered.

“I don’t remember dying.” He went on.

“Do you want to?”

“I …guess not. That means it was pretty bad doesn’t it.”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to.

“So what happens now? Is this heaven?”

“As far as everyone you’ve seen is concerned, yes.”

Well that was a very interesting way of saying it.

“This town changes just slightly with every new person who comes. The only thing that stays absolutely the same, is the weather. If you look around, you’ll find parts of it that seem like New York, or any other large city. Or super rural. If you’re interested in finding it. There’s a beach area too. Cause the folks who wind up here, like the beach in rainy weather. Though, we do get the occasional sunny day. Just for variety I suppose.”

“What would have happened if I’d gone the other way on the road? Would I have wound up as like, a ghost or something?”

“I think so. That’s not my department. That would have been like, going back the way you came.”

“Is there a way to leave?”

“There’s plenty of ways to leave. Well, three really, driving, walking, or you can take a boat. But there’s lots of roads or trails to choose from. Some folks, after they stay here for a while decide it’s time too move on I suppose. And they leave.”

“Where do they go?”

“I have no idea.”

*****

The way Sera had said “as far as anyone you've seen is concerned” had sparked a notion in Tom's mind. Perhaps there were folks around who didn't want to be here?

“They’re around.” Able said solemnly. “Maybe as many as the folks who want to be here. But you have to want to see them.” He set the pie he’d just taken out of the oven onto the counter to cool. “You love the rain. You find it peaceful, beautiful. There’s a word for it.”

“Pluviophile.” Tom supplied. He’d been so happy to learn there was an actual term for his weather preference.

“That’s the one. Well I’m sure it’s no revelation that there’s those who find it gloomy, depressing, uncomfortable and even scary. Well, lots of those come here too. Same place, different point of view.”

“Why haven't I seen any?”

“Do you want to?”

“If I see them, can I help them?”

“You can try.” Able nodded. “Pie?”

“No thanks, but I’d love some of that cake.”

Able cut him a slice of and poured him a glass of milk to go with it. “I do.” He went on. “Offer them food, or warm dry clothing. There’s even a shelter. But…most of the time they’re so mired in their own misery…well, best not to push too hard. You’ll probably only depress yourself.”

*****

Tom had been in town several “days” before he saw her. He was catching up on some of his reading, sitting at the window in his loft, occasionally glancing out, and there she was.

Standing huddled against a tree across the street, her wet clothes plastered to her body. Her hair hung over her face, and in the rain she made for a ghostly sight. He barely hesitated before he snatched a blanket from his bed and dashed outside. But by the time he got there, she was gone.

Was it his imagination, or was it slightly darker now? Gloomier just in this one spot? Maybe it was just the knowledge that someone miserable had been here not long ago. Of course if she was in “hell” maybe it was just as well that he'd missed her. But for just a moment, he'd felt like she seemed familiar somehow.

These Are the Voyages...

It's been a long road time since I've posted in here. I'm afraid to look to see just how long.

But I wanted to write down my thoughts on the finale of Star Trek Enterprise.

I'd like to see a commentary on this episode. Because I find myself curious as to why they went the direction they did. I'm guessing, that they had just enough notice of the cancellation to make a final episode. That's why at the end of the second to last ep, they said it'd still take years to finalize the alliance. And they wanted to end the series with that alliance so they had to jump ahead a few years. Okay so why not just do it?

Why make it a holodeck simulation? And why that particular time? I think it'd make more sense to have done it where we last left off with the Trek Universe (remember the reboot hadn't happened yet). You would have saved on makeup for Troi and Riker to make them younger for one thing. They could be about to have the Romulan Empire and the Federation sign a big historic agreement or something. That would have made perfect sense to then observe via holodeck the formation of the Federation.

It must have been a specific choice to use that particular episode. And I just didn't quite get the connection I'm afraid. And why that kind of story? Helping Shran foil some interstellar mobsters? Sure I wanted to see Shran again but that wouldn't have been hard. Why not focus the entire episode on the fact that they were about to make history?

Because they wanted some action, they wanted the drama of killing off one of the characters, and they didn't have two hours like TNG, DS9 and VOY did?

All that aside, the writing on this episode was kinda good. Any idiosyncracies in performance, dialogue and such I put down to the fact that for the Enterprise crew, it's been six years since we last saw them. And the fact that anything in there is all at least second hand. That program was most likely based on news stories, personal logs and sensor logs and such. All that's gonna make things kinda garbled. They did a good job of that.

I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say, but can't think of it now.

ICreate Industries

I have begun blogging and reviewing for a company called ICreate Industries. It's a place started by some friends of mine. We're trying to get our name out there and the word onto the street. Basically we're a copying/duplication/designing biz. You got a movie you made or a cd to sell? Need lots of copies of it? We can do that. Want someone to design you a cover for same? We can do that. We can do the same for demos as well.

So please, check out ICreateindustries.com. I'm hoping eventually they'll be able to pay me. :)

Spade, Episode 3

Like the subject says, episode 3 of Spade is up!

Mmmmm, nostagia

My sister once called me the Nostalginator. While she was referring to the characters I like to play in online RPGs, that title really fits me I think.

Today I looked through an old yearbook that I made for college. Basically a photo album with college pictures and places for people to sign. And I realized two things. One, cursive is really hard to read. And also that I'd even managed to gloss over the stupid crap I did and said in college. Mostly.

Spade, Episode 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws4kJJN2gSQ


John Johnson’s “SPADE”:

Episode 2


Just when you thought you were safe from making the tough choices in life, “SPADE” returns with an all new episode! Based on your votes at the end of the last installment, our ragtag group of wannabe heroes find themselves on the run as they try to figure out what their next move is. Meanwhile, Wesley’s new “tenant” starts to make things uncomfortable for Noelle, forcing Spade and his crew to discover that one of their own is not who he appears to be. And who is the mysterious figure currently on their trail? Director John Johnson brings you the next exciting episode of “Spade”, a new interactive web series where you – the viewer – get to decide what happens next. How will you choose?

Come see me in a new web series!

Woot! Come watch Spade, a choose your own adventure horror/action webseries!

Cut for long winded explanation and link:)Collapse )

Have just created two new lj accounts...

One called fan_scripts is for scripts for fan films, re-casting scripts (you know, you take a script or transcript and replace the characters with those from another canon), or adaptations of books or comics or such as screenplays or teleplays. I've been writing some of these things for a bit just for the fun of it, and decided to put them online.

For the adaptations I will also be speculating as regards to the casting, and I'm very up for discussion on this front.

Also any critiques or tips from writers who actually know what they're doing are appreciated.

The other is omniverseproj. I have begun posting here, all my fan-fics that take place in the same big crossover universe that I've dubbed The Omniverse Project. Also there is a constantly shifting timeline of said universe.

Just thought I'd put it out that I've done this, see if anyone's interested in checking either one out. Hope all is well with you and yours. Cheers.