From that same piece....

"Bye momma!" yelled Rachel as she skipped down the asphalt lane, still quite oblivious to the cruelty people inflict on each other in this world. Her green checkered dress parachuted around her each time she landed. Up, up, she would be swept up into the air, her dress, her hair, clinging to her. Then down, down, she would be flying, dress blooming, hair streaming, and though gravity pulled at her; she was flying. Then she would gently collide with the earth before launching into the air again.
Freddy was there, watching her. Sure, Rachel's youth was not that "T.V. perfect" vision, but as he watched her flying, he saw the essense of innocence. She flew like a bird.
Freddy walked to her, easily matching her pace, and made a "kissy face" at her.
"Silly Freddy," giggled Rachel, still bounding along. She skipped a few more steps, then stopped and turned to him seriously. "Freddy?" she asked, "What game?" Freddy rubbed his chin and looked up with feigned thought, then lifted a single finger to the air brillantly.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed, Rachel stared, enthralled, "Tickle time!" and thus commenced a great struggle. He leaped on her with the grace of a tiger, throwing her to the ground. Surprised, she begged for mercy, giggling, as he ruthlessly searched for those guarded areas that feel so funny.
"I'll get you, Freddy," she laughed, her own hands quickly tickling his ribs. Screaming and laughing, they rolled into the dirt. Conquer or be conquered, they grabbed and pulled. Control rose and fell as did they, enjoying every second of it. Uninhibitated, they laughed. They were carefree. Suddenly, Freddy found that sweet spot, that place that makes you squirm and hit and cry. Rachel's smile grew to comical proportions.
"No!" she barely choked out between wild gasps and hysterical laughter. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she laughed so hard she could barely breath, and then her giggles turned to that silent, open-mouthed laugh where your eyes grow huge and you can't breath in or out. She kicked and flailed out and only when the tears spilled down her cheeks did Freddy cease. Rachel's chest heaved as she desperately tried to regain composure. But her smile never faded. No matter how much she protested or lashed out, they both knew that she loved to be tickled. Freddy rolled onto his side, taking a deep relaxed breath. Rachel turned to her side, facing him.
"Freddy," she asked, "Do you remember the 'old world' my momma always talks about?" His face scrunched up in confusion.
" Why would you want to know about that?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied, "I just sometimes wonder about it." Rachel lied down on her back, while Freddy carefully contemplated.
"Rachel," he began slowly, "I really don't remember..."

From a piece i'm half-working on...

Once safety was assured, Rachel fell into Freddy's arms, embracing him tightly. Tears streamed down her face in crystal clear streaks. Each drop round and sparkling in the sun.
"Oh Freddy," she managed through sobs, "You saved me." Her body curled up in his lap, his arms, and pressed warmly against him. She buried her face in his chest, and looking down he could see nothing but the dainty white part of her hair and her gentle sloped back. As Freddy held her, his heroism didn't cross his mind. He had only one thought, "How beautiful she is."
Despite her dance with death, Rachel glowed with joy as the turning hands neared twelve. Sunrays peeped out over her head and through the holes in her braids as she skipped ahead of Freddy. Dust smacked their backs in tiny explosions as the wind tossled their hair. Constant breeze pushed them along, toward the lake. No words had been uttered since Rachel's sobs, but they saw in each other's eyes the answer. "Escape, escape to the lake," each iris pleaded, and that was why they headed east. At the lake, you could pretend the world was good again, and urge yourself to keep on living. It was the only water they knew of that still existed.
Shadows dappled the ground with moving light and dust swirled at their feet, but it was cool and their walk was pleasant.
Freddy loved their walks to the lake, but this time felt different. He felt different. It must have been the scorpian, he thought, it had startled his nerves. For now he felt despair coarse through him, and he almost wept. He was so afraid of losing her, and now that he had seen her dance with mortality, his heart beat strong with fear. He felt as if his life depended on hers. That scared him even more.
Steps ahead, thoughts of a different kind formed behind Rachel's eyes. The blessing of youth had cleansed her mind of all the danger from earlier. Now, all she could think about was one thing: swimming. Rachel loved to swim. To her, nothing in the world coudl be better than feeling that cold water splash over her legs, and that shivering delight of dunking her head under. Excitement surged through her at the mere thought of it, and subconciously, she sped up.
"Wait up," she heard Freddy behind her, but she kept her pace steady.

Scary dream, great idea

Okay, so I had this really scary dream last night, but it would make such a great movie! It was like the next biblical flood (but Timothy explained to me that God promised not to have anymore biblical floods, so the idea is a little unrealistic) and everyone is dying. And I go to save Timothy, but he's already dead, and I go to save my parents, but my stepmom is already dead, and my dad is dying and there is this huge wave coming and so he tells me to take my sisters and try and save them. So i'm running with my two little sisters (ages 13 and 11) and they are being difficult and wanting to stay with dad (who is already long gone) and we just barely make it to this weird laboratory place that is high up on a hill. So, we barely make it in through the doors before the water is everywhere, and all these people in crazy-shock are in there too. And there was this minister who is trying to baptize everyone like baptist or something, and I tell him i'm a Catholic, and that I want my sisters baptized Catholic, and he freaks out, and in this other room there is this guy who has found this left-over chicken or something that the scientists who work there had eaten for lunch or whatever, and I saw him injecting it with poisin because he's crazy and he thinks everyone needs to be put out of their misery so he's going to try to make them eat this poisin chicken (kind of like that coolaid cult) and I freak out and try to stop him, and I can't really remember much else, but I personally think it would be an awesome movie. Of course, i'd have to change some of the things that don't make sense, but I could see it becoming one of those action-packed thrillers. Don't you agree?

Beginning of story I have been posting excerpts from

The dead white face of my father stared through eyelids up at me. It was an open-casket funeral. Thick clumpy sobs stuck in my throat and I thought I might vomit. My eyes were thinnly veiled by tears, the reserves, since I had been crying non-stop for three days. To tell the truth, I was faking as I looked down at him. Not because I wasn't sad, but because I had moved on to that stage where everything seems unreal and you are numb. But still, I squeezed out a few tears by focusing on the foreverness of it. That's always what gets me the most. The "good-bye, i'll never see you again," of it. I mean, even if you didn't bury them so you could look at their loving face forever, eventually that face would fade and leave behind only a worm-eaten grin. Death really gives me the creeps. I gently pushed my father's hair back, uncovering his cold brow, and just then, a fly landed on his pale upper lip and began rubbing it's hands together menacingly.
"Shoo!" I whispered and fanned at it, but it merely buzzed it's wings and proceeded to climb into my father's nostril! I stared, wide-eyed with shock. What blatent disrespect! I looked around to see if anyone had seen, but they were too immersed in mourning, so I stood and waited for the filthy creature to come out. I don't believe it ever did. I waited by my father until they closed the casket, and I watched, horrified, as they buried him. Well, that's how it goes sometimes, I guess. I mean, my father did have a rather hairy nose and I could imagine it would be easy to get stuck. It makes me wonder what kind of a mockery of nature i'll become when left helplessly dead.
When they lowered his casket into the gaping hole of the earth, I realized for the first time how alone I was. Demetri was behind me, mindlessly rubbing my back. I could feel his short breaths on my neck. Death scared him. But, death scares everyone. He had just never witnessed it before.

You must understand, when threatened, we are warriors. Demetri and I, we fight with all the strength and adrenaline of combat, but we tear each other's hearts, not flesh. And he knows, that I am the conquerer of minds, that his shield will break with slash of my tounge, but still he battles on, tirelessly. We are a hellish match, Demetri and I. It is because of the depth of our insight. He knows me as well as I know myself, and I him. He knows the words that are daggers, and he knows the weaknesses of my armour. But he is more merciful than I. He resists that greatest pain he could inflict, that mortal wound. Not I. That is why I am the conquerer. I tear at him with bitch claws, and I shred his pride. I am quick-minded and harsh, I am slick and gleaming like the knife. I hurt him, but he keeps hope. That is why we rage on. That is why he stays here. He stays with hope of truce.

Walking

(This is an excerp from something i'm writing, so if you don't understand, deal with it)

He looked at me blank, but not uncaring, and I suddenly hated him. Still, he wanted to understand. So I tried to explain the best I could.
"I was walking this morning, as I usually do. You know, you've gone with me. It's nothing extraordinary, it's simple. I just walk for the feel of it. But when I was walking this morning, it was different. I was on this long street, all by myself, and the leaves were falling. There was brown and red and golden yellow all over the ground, and in my hair. They were falling all around me, and I couldn't stand it. I started running. I ran and ran, but I couldn't feel anything, so I just ran faster. I couldn't feel anything! Don't you understand? It was all falling. It was all of me, strewn on the ground, dead and beautiful. I couldn't feel anything, and I wheezed and ached, but I kept running. And I thought I would run until I died. I knew I would run until I died. It didn't matter because I wasn't myself, and I was just like everybody in this stupid world, as I always was but didn't want to admit it. But I couldn't feel! I knew it hurt, but I couldn't feel! And i'm stupid and ugly and nothing just like you and all those people I have criticsized all my life. Then I tripped. Demetri, I tripped and cried. I fell apart just like the trees and now I can't go back to how it was. Do you understand now? I'm sure you do, because it's exactly the way that every human feels. I am not unique, Demetri. I'm a dime a dozen. I'm just like all of them..." I started to cry again. I saw in his eyes, the conflict between instinct and knowledge, and he decided not to touch me. And though I hated him, I wished he had touched me. He hadn't understood a word I said, and that was fine, because I had made no sense. But for once, I wished he disobeyed and touched me. I was just a nobody like everyone else, and everyone likes to be touched.

(So, yeah, you probably don't get it, and yeah, I know, I know, it's lame and typical, but if you do happen to get it, that is exactly what I was going for. She had always thought herself special and comes to find out that she isn't. Yeah, you can tell me what you think, but i'll be deleting it soon, more than likely.)

Waffles and Chatty Cathy

Okay, so me and Allison wrote this together, so if you've read it on Allison's blog, you don't need to read this one. And yes, the waffle part is based on a true story. And by the way, please read all of the other crap i've written in the time since we stopped "blogging" so much. And tell me what you think. Thank you!

INT. CLASSROOM – DAY – ESTABLISHING SHOT

Students are seated in various places, talking among themselves. CATHY is seen whispering to another student. TOM is seen eating an EGGO WAFFLE. Everyone appears to be exaggeratedly happy except for…

CLOSE UP—

ALABAMA and EMILY are seated side by side; looking as if given their weapon of choice they could kill everyone else in the room.

EXTREME CLOSE UP – ALABAMA’S FACE

ALABAMA turns her head to Emily

ALABAMA
What’s your problem?

EXTREME CLOSE UP – EMILY’S FACE

EMILY turns to face ALABAMA, CLICKS HER TONGUE and SIGHS HEAVILY.

EXTREME CLOSE UP – ALABAMA’S FACE

ALABAMA
(angered)
What’s your problem?!


ZOOM OUT – ALABAMA AND EMILY

EMILY
Well, it all started this morning…

CUT TO:








EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET – DAY

The houses around them look clean and proper, nothing out of place. Wisteria Lane without the crazy stories behind every family. TOM and EMILY are standing at the corner, a PLATE OF WAFFLES beside TOM’s feet.



EMILY
You can’t just leave your waffles out here!

Emily gestures angrily to the PLATE OF WAFFLES.

TOM
Why not?

EMILY
You just can’t!
(pause)
It’s polluting!

ANGLE ON – PLATE OF WAFFLES

TOM (V.O.)
But I’m done with them.

ANGLE ON – TOM

TOM
I don’t want to clean them up.

ANGLE ON – EMILY

EMILY
(pissed)
Well who do you think is gonna clean them up?

TOM looks around for someone else before shrugging.

TOM
I don’t know.

EMILY
I can’t believe you!

CUT TO:

INT. CLASSROOM – DAY

ALABAMA is staring at EMILY as if she had announced she didn’t have a belly button.

ALABAMA
That is SO STUPID! Don’t you know my story TOTALLY trumps yours?


CUT TO:


EXT. COURTYARD – DAY

ALABAMA is seated on a picnic table near a huge cedar tree surrounded by kids dressed in all black. ALABAMA is the only one with a color on besides red or black. Despite this, everyone seems to accept her.



ALABAMA (V.O.)
So like every morning I sit at the tree

ANGLE ON – CATHY

CATHY is seen walking over to the tree. She appears to have something she REALLY needs to share with someone.

ALABAMA (V.O.)
But I have this friend Cathy who won’t SHUT UP!

ANGLE ON – THE TREE

The mob of black clothes students gradually moves away from ALABAMA as CATHY approaches.

ANGLE ON – CATHY

CATHY waves at ALABAMA excitedly

CATHY
Alabama! I have so much to tell you!

CATHY begins rambling on about information that only appeals to her. ALABAMA pretends to be interested.









MONTAGE



1. ALABAMA is seated on the picnic table, half listening to CATHY’s chatter.
2. ALABAMA and CATHY are walking to class. ALABAMA is beginning to look uninterested, and only is reacting with non-committal reactions
3. ALABAMA and CATHY are seated in class. ALABAMA has completely forgotten about CATHY who is still talking. CATHY then begins to try and get ALABAMA’s attention again.

CUT TO:

INT. CLASSROOM – DAY

ANGLE ON – EMILY AND ALABAMA

Both girls are looking straight ahead, before turning to look at each other with an “oh my god we’re so stupid” look.


CUT TO:





INT. LUNCHROOM – DAY

TOM and ALABAMA are in the lunch line. As TOM turns around with his PLATE OF WAFFLES, ALABAMA grabs TOM’s arm harshly.

ALABAMA
Don’t fight about waffles.

TOM
(long sigh)
Okay.

CUT TO:

EXT. COURTYARD – DAY

CATHY is seated at the same picnic table ALABAMA had been in the morning. We see her talking to people who are paying absolutely NO attention to her. EMILY walks over to CATHY.

EMILY
Shut up!

CATHY stares at EMILY, stopping in mid sentence before she shuts her mouth.


INT. CLASSROOM – DAY

EMILY and ALABAMA sit side-by-side, exaggeratedly happy while the rest of the class sits around them, pissed off. TOM is spinning a fork between his fingers like a baton, and CATHY has her hand over her mouth, as if afraid to speak.