People that I find a strong dislike for are most often people that possess a particular strong quality that I have been aware of in myself. A need for people to be as interested as I am in a passion is a prime example.
Things that annoy me in other people are things that annoy me in myself.
Tuesday 21 April 2015
Friday 10 April 2015
The climber
Nothing to lose but money to gain.
The world's best professional climber, available on contract to reach places to high, delicate or dangerous for machinery.
If he dies, no one will miss him. If he lives no one will care. When he comes down, a big fat paycheck.
It's a life.
The world's best professional climber, available on contract to reach places to high, delicate or dangerous for machinery.
If he dies, no one will miss him. If he lives no one will care. When he comes down, a big fat paycheck.
It's a life.
The Genetics War
First, they were super heroes. A vaccine to help the immune system was over powered and created humans with no physical weakness. They supplanted police forces and pharmaceutical companies all but owned them.
Then came the military interest. Invulnerable soldiers. Agents were lifted from their security roles and put on the front line - Syria, Iraq, Korea. Anywhere conflict existed.
Naturally a response followed. Kidnap, hacking, brutal experiments. Abilities were replicated or suppressed. Once a libertarian hacktivist organisation got their hands on the original serum, it was published online.
Soon came the gene farms, the breeding pits, the soldier factories. The so-called "civilised" countries reacted in kind with their own intensive army creation programs.
It wasn't long before the civilian population become over-shadowed and eventually, condescended. They were lower class now. Humanity had evolved. If you weren't a super, you weren't the future.
New battles started. Global power shifted away from the west were pro-humanity sympathies were strongest. As countless times before, the world was divided.
Then came the military interest. Invulnerable soldiers. Agents were lifted from their security roles and put on the front line - Syria, Iraq, Korea. Anywhere conflict existed.
Naturally a response followed. Kidnap, hacking, brutal experiments. Abilities were replicated or suppressed. Once a libertarian hacktivist organisation got their hands on the original serum, it was published online.
Soon came the gene farms, the breeding pits, the soldier factories. The so-called "civilised" countries reacted in kind with their own intensive army creation programs.
It wasn't long before the civilian population become over-shadowed and eventually, condescended. They were lower class now. Humanity had evolved. If you weren't a super, you weren't the future.
New battles started. Global power shifted away from the west were pro-humanity sympathies were strongest. As countless times before, the world was divided.
Friday 3 April 2015
Music prompt- "Cause and Solution", Vex Red
A siren bleating. Shouting. A red blub flashing. Doors banging. A locked door. Groan. A window. Fist smashing through glass. Blood. Air. Freedom. Cold. Crawling though. Pain. More blood. Voices. Running. Lights. Rain. Dogs. A wall. Lightning. Loose bricks. Bullets. Climbing. Barbed wire. Too much blood. Falling. Mud. Trees? Woods. Hide! Running.
Thursday 2 April 2015
The Man with the Broken Timeline
For him, life is jumping at random to different eras. Living normally is only just possible if he stays where things rarely change.
To us, several men in different places on one street could be the same man at different times in his life.
To us, several men in different places on one street could be the same man at different times in his life.
Wednesday 1 April 2015
Script pitch
1960s comic-toon homage. Riff on Batman, Secret Squirrel, Inspector Gadget.
Crazy gizmos, death rays, dehydrated items, elaborate vending machines, oversized bombs, rockets and weaponry.
Slightly heightened violence. Shit character quirkes.
Crazy gizmos, death rays, dehydrated items, elaborate vending machines, oversized bombs, rockets and weaponry.
Slightly heightened violence. Shit character quirkes.
From a writing prompt: You find something on your
doorstep.You take it in and yell Honey, we’ve got another one”
“We’ve got another one!”
“So put it with the rest.”
The house was buzzing now. People were on their phones
chatting away trying to make sales. Laptops and keyboards clicked away while an
ad-hoc network server filled the small flat with a hum that forced everyone to
speak just that bit louder.
He opened the door and threw it in. He closed the door.
“Ok, we have a shop set up on ebay, linked to Amazon and I’ve
hammered the social networks.”
“There’s a buyer in Hong Kong. He’ll take six if we bundle them and pay postage.”
“Tell him the only come in fours. If he takes eight, we’ll pay postage.”
“There’s a buyer in Hong Kong. He’ll take six if we bundle them and pay postage.”
“Tell him the only come in fours. If he takes eight, we’ll pay postage.”
“Still no legitimate claims. One man did have me convinced,
but he has no solid evidence. We’d be clear in court.”
“You checked that with legal?”
“Someone call?”
“You checked that with legal?”
“Someone call?”
“The Altman claim?”
“Oh yeah she checked. We’re clear.”
“Has anyone found out where they’re coming from yet?”
The room hushed, but only for a moment. Unconsciously
everyone was glancing at a small woman hunched over a computer in the corner.
She shook her head, not taking her eyes away from the screen.
The din returned.
“First sale on eBay! Second! They’re coming through now”
“Telephony, you’re on dispatch now, get us a contract with
UPS or something.”
The doorbell rang.
“Someone find me a warehouse!”
“We’ve got another one!”
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