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Musical Poetry
Musician
Musician
Elegant, jazzy
Gliding, falling, rising
Engulfing watchful listeners easily
Performer
Nature’s Chorus
Chirps and croaks entwine,
Howls crescendo and wind sings,
Thunder booms the beat.
Jazz
Jumping from note to note
Always just seems to float
Zapping away dark melodies
Zooming into jazzy melodies
Faulty Melody
I finger the right note,
But it just doesn’t float.
When I bite short instead of long,
It simply comes out wrong.
Drums beat out of tune,
Their sound carries to the moon.
Flutes have finished.
However, the saxophones’ sound has not diminished.
We resort to our leader,
Who turned out to be a hippo feeder.
Perhaps that is the reason
Why our sound was committing music treason.
Music
There exists in this world, an enchanting thing.
It can not be ceased or stopped.
It does not blend with the world,
But emphasizes the life of it.
It battles with silence and victory responds.
Whole notes give it a base. (Personification)
Quarter notes help lift the sixteenths into a mesmerizing tune.
But all the while,
It is calm.
It is fierce.
Yet, it is never quiet. (Hyperbole)
It is music.
Composition
Composition is joyful pink, eerie violet, and jazzy red.
It tastes sweet and crisp.
It sounds like an ancient warrior meandering through an epic battle.
It smells spicy and fresh.
It looks like an array of blasting, colorful fireworks.
It makes me feel as free as a bird!
 Xo_alanah_oX · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 08:47pm · 1 Comments |
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My friends and I put this play together for another class assignment. It was also a big hit, but just for the record, it was also made years ago. It isn't exactly a masterpiece. It was just entertaining to us when we were in sixth grade and remains a fond memory.
Chapter 11 Play
The Olympians’ Quest
Scene 1:
Athena: How could you disgrace me as a Goddess like that Medusa. I am very ashamed and as for you Poseidon, I am ashamed to call you my uncle. You and the beautiful mortal came into my temple and you…… ugh. Medusa, for your stupidity, I will turn you into an ugly monster with snakes for your hair and red eyes that turn people to stone. Never again will you be loved. How’s that for a happy ending?
Medusa: Um…it doesn’t sound very happy…
Poseidon: Athena, I am sorry. Medusa gave me the wrong feelings and I –
Athena: Enough! I do not wish to hear about your love life…it disgusts me! If I were you, Uncle, I’d leave while I still had the chance. If you annoy me, I’ll turn you into a creature far worse than Medusa!
Medusa: So……do I get to be pretty for a little bit? Or are you going to transform me now?
Athena: Hm…now seems appropriate. (Acts constipated and transforms Medusa into an ugly monster)
Poseidon: Ew…Medusa you are, um…UGLY! (Runs off)
Scene 2:
Medusa: (sarcastically) Hades! When will this brilliant plan of yours kick in? I want my revenge on that wicked Athena who changed me into…well, this!
Hades: (perturbed) Be patient! My servants are scouting and waiting for the right time to attack.
Medusa: Hades, why are you helping me?
Hades: (Cracking knuckles) I have my own score to settle with those retched
Olympians.
Poseidon: Calm your self brother. We will get Zeus to pay, by taking his favorite child Athena.
Scene 3:
Aphrodite: Hello Apollo! How are you on this lovely spring day?
Apollo: Grea -
Demeter: Courtesy of me. Your welcome Persephone and I have been working all day.
Persephone: Yeah and it’s hard, thanks to those stupid mortals…
Artemis: (angry) Hello Brother.
Apollo: (cheerfully) Hey sis!
Crash!
Athena: Wait, did you here that?
Hades: Come here, oh beautiful Goddess of spring.
Persephone: No! Hades I am old enough and I will decide my fate! I am NOT going with you.
Hades: (Grabbing Persephone) You don’t get to make that decision, now come with me! OR ELSE…
Persephone: Or else what?
Hades: I couldn’t imagine hurting you soo…uh, um… Oh forget it! Why am I answering your question?! Just come with me!
Persephone: Fine!
Demeter: No!!! Not Persephone! I don’t think she’ll be able to coup with the underworld!
Athena: I swear on the river Styx I will save Persephone.
Artemis: I‘m ready to kick Hades’s butt. Let’s go!
Apollo: I’m coming too. You’ll need me. I can calm the three headed dog guarding the field of asphodels. But that’s as far as I can go.
Demeter: I love my precious daughter, but I am not going to Hades’s realm. He will twist my words and Persephone may never come back. I trust you, my friends. See to it, that my daughter comes back in one piece!
Artemis: Whoa. Wait a minute, isn’t Persephone married to Hades. We can’t come and take his wife, unless we talk to Zeus.
Demeter: Well, what are you waiting for? Go talk to Zuess!
(Artemis and Apollo run off)
Athena: (Staring at Demeter)
Demeter: Um…why are you starring at me?
Athena: There’s a really big bug on your nose…
Demeter: (Frantically tries to shake the bug off)
Athena: (Laughing) You are a very entertaining person! I was only kidding…
Apollo and Artemis: We‘re back.
Apollo: And we have good news
Artemis: Sort of… We can go to the Underworld, but Zeus said one of us needs to go to the Oracle to here our prophecy. Then he will decide Persephone’s fate.
Demeter: I will choose, I decide Athena, she is the Goddess of knowledge and she can use the Oracles hints to solve how this quest will be done.
(Athena leaves)
Artemis: I respect your choice Demeter, but, uh…why didn’t you choose me? I’m pretty smart.
Demeter: Because…Athena is the Goddess of Knowledge and I don’t think she’d be that Goddess if she was stupid!
(Athena runs back)
Athena: Here’s the Oracle:
You will be troubled with a choice to make
This choice will decide your fate
Save your self or you’ll end up dead
To win you must use your head
Apollo: You think being the God of the Oracle would help but No!
Artemis: The choice you make might be to save one of us. Don’t save me I won’t need it. I am the great hunter Artemis.
Apollo: What ever baby sister, you would need to be saved. Even I can beat you up.
Artemis: Let’s see. (Artemis attacks Apollo and begins hitting him.)
Apollo: I can still kill you. (Fighting back)
Aphrodite: You two stink at fighting compared to my boyfriend Ares, the God of War.
Apollo and Artemis: Be quiet you evil Barbie doll.
Aphrodite: Apollo you know I am hotter than any girl you have ever met and how could I be evil. And as for you Artemis you are an ugly brunette with no sense of style. (Leave dramatically)
Scene 4:
Narrator 1: The Gods and Goddess prepare for there journey to the Underworld.
Athena: Are you all ready? Let’s begin.
Apollo: (strumming his lyre and singing horribly)
Artemis: You are untalented so be quiet NOW!
Scene 5:
Aphrodite: Wow look at that it’s so ugly.
Athena: Well that’s the entrance to the Underworld and we need to go in there so suck it up.
Aphrodite: Eww! It’s absolutely disgusting in here. Hades needs an interior decorator.
Artemis: Apollo, you baby, stop shaking.
Apollo: Uhhh… that isn’t me.
Artemis: Than who is it?
Hades: Welcome my, fellow Olympians, to my beautiful realm, the Underworld.
Aphrodite: Beautiful?
Hades: Fine, then you can find your way to my throne room. I don’t care. This just makes it more fun for me and harder for you Gods.
Artemis: Come on, follow me I have been to Hades throne room. Also, shut your mouth, Barbie, you’ll get us killed.
Athena: Umm just to point this out we are Gods we can’t get killed.
(Apollo runs ahead)
Apollo: Found it; therefore, I will enter first.
Artemis: (Runs up to Apollo) No I will. I am more talented.
Athena: How about whoever won you little fight earlier gets to go in first.
Apollo and Artemis: Man, we tied.
Aphrodite: Than I get to. Hades! Where are you? We want Persephone!
Medusa: Ha ha ha! You Gods want Persephone? You’ll have to get to her, and in order to do that, you have to get through me.
Apollo: Says you and what army?
Medusa: The army of the living dead army.
(Athena a Medusa fight using swords)
Athena: You have defiantly gotten better at fighting.
Medusa: As did you.
Athena: Hey to make your last fight interesting, lets make a bet, whoever wins, gets Persephone.
Medusa: Foolish Goddess, this was never about Persephone. It was always about YOU. And now YOU decide your friends’ fate. Do you fight and try to beat me, or take your little friends and leave?
Athena: How about I fight, win, and leave with my friends, including Persephone. Hm…that’s sounds like a plan… Now we have a deal!
Medusa: I knew you’d say that, but it isn’t a choice.
Athena: It is now. (Kicking Medusa into a marble column)
Medusa: Like I said before foolish Goddess. (Medusa whips her sun glasses of and lets her snake hair fly free.)
Athena: Why do you hate me and my friends soo much?
Medusa: Don’t you remember? I used to be beautiful, that was, until you caught me and your uncle –
Athena: Don’t remind me! I hope you die!!!!
Medusa: Huh? That’s good, now we’re even because I’ve been hoping you’d die!
(Athena and Medusa fight a long fight. But Athena wins and lets her friend go.)
Aphrodite: Hey Hades. How long have you been standing there?
Hades: Long enough! Come here precious Athena, daughter of Zeus.
(Athena reluctantly approaches.)
Athena: Yes, Hades.
(Hades grabs Athena in a choke hold)
Poseidon: Hades, what are you doing?
Hades: I am about to teach little Athena a lesson.
Athena: I am the Goddess of wisdom what more could I be taught. (She signals to Apollo and Artemis.)
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Apollo steps forward ready to attack. Artemis steps back aiming at Hades with her bow.)
(Hades pushes Athena into his throne. This immediately cuffs her there.)
Athena: (Whispers) [To win, I must use my head…] That’s it. Apollo, throw me Medusa’s Head.
(Poseidon approaches and just as the head lands into Athena’s hands Poseidon knocks it a way)
Poseidon: You are defenseless now.
Athena: Really (She kicks Poseidon who accidentally stabbed the chair and releases Athena.)
Athena: Why are you doing this? Why do you want me hurt?
Poseidon: I don’t want you, I want my evil brother, Zeus, and you are his favorite child, so I want you.
Athena: When I am free and Zeus finds out, and he will find out, you and Hades will be cut into a million pieces and thrown away like your father Kronos.
Poseidon: You’re right. Hades, I am sorry brother.
(Poseidon punches Hades and they begin to fight. Athena grabs Persephone and all of they begin their ascent back to Earth.)
Scene 6:
Apollo: I don’t remember that being there when we entered.
Athena: That’s because the Cerberus wasn’t there before.
Artemis: Why does it have to be harder to get out, than it was to get into this stupid lifeless place?.
Apollo: Harder. This isn’t harder. (Apollo begins playing his lyre.)
Bark! Bark!
Apollo: Yikes! I think I should stop, huh?
Artemis: On the contrary Apollo, I think he likes it. Keep playing!
Apollo: Ok sis. I will do that and while I do that you need to shoot the Cerberus with you arrows.
Athena: Defiantly, even though he won’t die it will help us pass him. Ok, Apollo play your lyre, Artemis shoot hit with your arrows, and Aphrodite you distract the Cerberus away from Artemis. As for you Persephone you just wait until it is safe to pass. We don’t want you to get hurt before you get back to your mother.
Persephone: I’m a big girl, I can defend myself! Thank you very much!
Athena: Yes, whatever, just stay out of harms way!
Persephone: But I don’t want to – Ooh… a ladybug! XD
Aphrodite: Why should I protect Artemis? I do recall her calling me an evil Barbie doll.
Athena: You have to protect her because as much as you might hate it we are all a family and family sticks up for family. Now shhh. Calm down boy. It’s ok.
Narrator 1: 5 minutes later…
Apollo: Okay I think he is good let’s go.
Scene 7:
Demeter: Persephone, my baby. You are home and safe. All of you are. I am glad you quest is done… it’s been three days.
Athena: Sorry Demeter, we aren’t done yet. We need to talk to Zeus about Persephone’s fate.
Persephone: And for the record I am not your baby I am sixteen!
Demeter: Any way you are home safe and that is all that matters.
Scene 8:
Narrator 1: All the gods went up to the top of Mount Olympus to talk to Zuess.
Zeus: Hello children. I oversaw your quest. Hades and Poseidon will be punished harshly.
Persephone: You should send evil demon dogs down to them and have the demon dogs bite off Hades and Poseidon’s toes and fingers, so that they will be deformed!
Zeus: Ah…my little Persephone, your mind works in strange ways.
Artemis: That’s good to know, but we are more concerned with Persephone.
Zeus: Aren’t we all? …Persephone, brave little Persephone. I have decided to…….
Demeter: (Demeter crying) Please Zeus don’t say it I want to keep….
Athena: Father I see your point but without Persephone on Earth the Mortals will have to endure horrid weather and atrocious vegetation.
Zeus: Silence! I have made my decision and no one can change my mind. (Pause)
Persephone! Come here.
Persephone: Goodbye ladybugs!!!!
Apollo and Artemis: Umm…
Athena and Demeter: No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Persephone and Zeus leave. Persephone’s laughter can be heard even when she’s not in sight.)
Athena: (Reaches in pockets) What’s this? It’s from Persephone. She says not to worry, she has a plan, but for the meanwhile, enjoy your time on Earth with the horrid mortals. It’ll pay off, you’ll see.
Xo_alanah_oX · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
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I wrote this a couple years ago for a school assignment, my friends and I acted it out and the teacher loved it so much that she made us perform it twice.
Chuck Close, Up Close
The Play
Chuck Close: (Hums as he paints a black and white portrait.)
Narrator 1: Chuck Close is an artist who paints portraits or as he likes to call them “heads. (Makes air quotes)
Narrator 2: Our play is based on the biography “Chuck Close, Up Close”, written by Jan Greenberg.
Narrator 1: The biography tells about Chuck’s career as an artist.
Narrator 2: If you’re still craving more information about Chuck Close when our play has ended, then check your local library for Jan Greenberg’s biography!
Narrator 1: In the 1960’s, Chuck Close launched his career as an artist by painting black and white portraits.
Narrator 2: Mm Hm!
Chuck Close: Finished!
Narrator 1: Our friend Chuck, enjoyed creating the black and white portraits.
Narrator 2: However, they were too simple.
Chuck Close: I’m not too fond of problem-solving, in fact, I think it’s overrated. Problem creation is much more interesting!
Narrator 1: After almost a decade had passed, Chuck found his “problem”. (Makes air quotes)
Narrator 2: After taking photographs of his friends, Chuck sat down, ready to paint.
Chuck Close: People change every day and photographs capture a frozen moment from that person’s life. See, in this photograph the person appears to be sad. (Sets up photograph, grabs paintbrush, and looks at the empty canvas.) Before I paint, I’ll have to mix some colors on my palette. (Pauses.) Eureka! What if I mixed the colors on the canvas, or what if I separated the primary hues? It would make the painting much more interesting and by doing this, I’ll be creating a problem!
Narrator 1: Chuck had found his “problem” (Makes air quotes.) and began separating the primary hues and mixing the colors on the canvas.
Narrator 2: What are the primary hues?
Narrator 1: They’re colors; red, blue, and yellow.
Narrator 2: Oh…
Chuck Close: This is my third time painting over this painting and it has taken me fourteen months to complete it. By using a forklift, which is absolutely unique, I raise myself up and down, by pulling on a rope, so that I can paint the huge canvas without straining a muscle.
Narrator 1: Sometimes Chuck would reward himself with a little music.
Narrator 2: What type of music?
Narrator 1: Well, it depends on what he liked and what was playing.
Narrator 2: You mean to say, that he jammed out when he finished a painting?
Narrator 1: Exactly!
Narrator 2: Sweet…
Narrator 1: Anyways…Chuck discovered that he could paint without a paintbrush and use his fingerprints.
Narrator 2: Talk about talent!
Chuck Close: (Presses thumb against canvas.) I like using the body as a painting tool. In a funny way you usually have to feel through the brush, but there’s this object (Picks up brush and holds it up.) between the body and the surface of the canvas. By using my hands, (Holds up hands, fingers spread apart.) I can feel just how much ink is on my finger, and then I can feel, very clearly, how much I’m depositing on the painting. This makes the ink easier to control. I made a painting of my daughter, Georgia, by using my fingerprints.
Narrator 2: (Putting rocks in her shoes.)
Narrator 1: What are you doing?!
Narrator 2: Well, I’ve been inspired, and want to create a problem for myself, I mean, how hard could it be?
Narrator 1: Um…good luck. …Sorry about that little interruption, now, where was I? Ah yes. Chuck had found a new experiment with paints.
Chuck Close: Hm…what if I…(Makes dots on paper.) made the painting out of thousands of vibrating dots? How could I mix them, and have them look optically in your eye? By doing this, the painting will seem as though it has two parts. When you look at it up close, you’d see a bunch of colorful dots, but when you stepped back, you’d see a picture unfold before your eyes. Now, isn’t that amazing!?
Narrator 2: Warning! The following may cause shedding of tears, grieve, or random visions from the past.
Narrator 1: It all happened in 1988, just before Christmas. Chuck was on the dais at the mayor’s residence in New York City. There were several people at the event.
Narrator 2: Chuck would be giving an art award, but then, Chuck got a terrible feeling. His chest hurt severely, but Chuck didn’t want to let any one down.
Narrator 1: So he improvised by asking to be first in the program. When he was finished with his speech, well…take a look for yourself…
Chuck Close: (Staggering around room.) I’ve got to get to the hospital! If I’ve come the right way, the hospital should soon be in sight.
(Scene changes.)
Doctor: Oh my! Sir are you okay?
Chuck Close: No.
Doctor: Sit down. I’ll see what I can do.
Chuck Close: (Sits on chairs.)
Doctor: What hurts?
Chuck Close: My chest.
Doctor: Uh. Huh. So I see. How long has your chest been hurting?
Chuck Close: It just started.
Doctor: Okay…time for a cat scan!
Chuck Close: Why would you scan me for cats? I promise I haven’t eaten any!
Doctor: Good point…I’ll need some X-rays. (Grabs blanket and puts on Chuck.) Sit still.
(Makes flash noise.)
Chuck Close: Ah! That was a bright light!
Doctor: Oh…that’s not good…
Chuck Close: What’s not good?
Doctor: Not good at all.
Chuck Close: I’m still in the room!
Doctor: I’m sorry, sir, but…uh, I can’t seem to find anything wrong.
Chuck Close: (Falls Over.) Ouch! I can’t feel anything! I can’t feel anything!
Doctor: Clam down, sir.
Chuck Close: (Mumbles gibberish.)
Doctor: (Taps forehead.) Oh my. Sir…you’ve just had a rare spinal artery collapse
Chuck Close: (Mumbles Jibberish in a question form.)
Doctor: I’m afraid your career is, uh…over.
Chuck Close: (Crys.)
Doctor: Well, I better check over your insurance and call your family.
Narrator 1: Despite the medical experts’ opinion. Chuck was determined to make art again.
Narrator 2: His wife, Leslie, helped him move to a rehabilitation facility.
Narrator 1: Sometimes, while Chuck was lying in bed, he could see visitors, but not completely. He saw the visitors’ disembodied heads floating in the air. He then realized that he’d been making portraits, not “heads”.
Chuck Close: I’ve been here for seven months and I’ve been going to physical therapy like today. I’m waiting on my physical therapist to get here. I recently gained partial use of my arms and legs, but I’m going to have to sit in a wheel chair for the rest of my life.
Physical Therapist: (Burst through door.) Hello Chuck. How are you feelin’?
Chuck Close: Alright.
Physical Therapist: Are you ready to get better?
Chuck Close: Readier than I’ll ever be.
Physical Therapist: Can you sit up for me?
Chuck Close: (Sits up.)
Physical Therapist: I think you’ll be able to go home today. Doesn’t that sound exciting?
Chuck Close: Certainly.
Physical Therapist: Okay, copy me. (Pats thighs, calves, tummy, and arms.) Your doing good. I’ll tell the women up front to let you go home.
Chuck Close: Thanks!
Narrator 1: Chuck Close found a new painting method after the event by strapping a paintbrush to his hand and using his arm as a guide to paint.
Narrator 2: Wow! He put his mind to it and succeeded!
Narrator 1: Chuck Close painted squares and ovals that were like fireworks – bursts of color. It was as if he were celebrating his excitement of being able to paint again.
Chuck Close: (Busily painting with a brush strapped to his wrist.)
Narrator 2: A major leap! A triumph! A breakthrough, critics would say.
Narrator 1: But Chuck would just smile and say:
Chuck Close: I’m back to work!
Narrator 2: Today Chuck Close is one of the most famous and admired artist in the world.
Narrator 1: His paintings are displayed in the Museum of Modern Art.
Narrator 2: How has he accomplished this?
Narrator 1: He says:
Chuck Close: If you wait for inspiration, you’ll never get anything done. When you look at my paintings, (Holds up paintings.) there is no way of knowing which days I was happy or which days I was sad, which days I was up or which days I was down. The important thing is getting into a rhythm and continuing it. It makes for a very positive experience. Every day when I roll out of the studio in my wheel chair and look over my shoulder, I say, “That’s what I did today.”
Narrator 2: (Sniffles.) That was beautiful…
Narrator 1: Before we leave today, we thought we’d notify you that the Hospital scene and physical therapy scene were just scenes that might have happened.
Narrator 2: With that being said……
ALL: PEACE OUT!!!!
Xo_alanah_oX · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 08:21pm · 0 Comments |
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I'll leave this untitled -- I'm not quite sure what type of writing this is.. lol But I thought it sounded catchy soo here it is:
The wind screamed in my ear, as though it was in protest, gravity was ignored, and the engine roared with delight. In the ocean of sand that rose and fell eerie heights my tires seemed to float. Warm, engulfing rays seemed magnetized to the ground in which I rode. Pulling my foot off the gas, I squeezed the clutch and shifted to third gear. As I released the clutch the quad jumped forward and moved faster. Like an ignorant lion, the engine screamed and sang. It seemed as though nothing mattered; as though the only important thing left in life was riding. Sand was thrown miles behind me at worries and regrets. A smile dared me into triumphant laughter that I gave in to a little too quickly. Gracefully, the tires climbed onto the mountainous sand dune. The quad and I were one as we hugged the top of the dune. Then, we slid back down to the flat lands and sped off towards camp.
Xo_alanah_oX · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 08:17pm · 0 Comments |
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Letter From Titanic Passenger
April 10, 1912
Dear Brother,
I boarded the Titanic today with my husband William Ernest Carter, my son Thornton Carter II, my daughter Lucile Polk Carter, my husband’s chauffeur Charles Augustus Aldworth, my husband’s valet Alexander Cairms, and my maid Auguste Serreplan. My family and I all have first class tickets and our cabins are B-96 and B-98. Our valet, chauffer, and maid however, stayed in second class cabins. There are two other decks I do not feel the need to accompany. Below me is deck two for second class passengers and below them is deck 3 for third class passengers. The richest people usually have a clear, easily accessible, sky view; while the others have a view of seaweed.
On our deck, there is an amazing Grand Stair Case that I tripped over my dress going down. There’s also several fancy restaurants that are suitable to my taste. The ballroom is beautiful, but I’m disgusted with my maid for not packing my dancing shoes. I haven’t ventured to the heated pool, Jacuzzi, offices, elevators, gymnasium, or resting area yet, but I’m sure they’re all of high standards. I was in the library this morning and I swear I saw Mr. Hudson, the businessman. There’s a dog show coming up I’m thinking about attending. My husband and I plan to have lunch with the Thayers family today and then go to the heated pool and swim. This morning I watched little Lucile eat her first oyster – she loved it. My husband and I shared some Hors Doeuvre Varies with my son. At lunch I plan to try some of the creamed carrots and roast duckling. William, my husband, is ordering as much Salmon as he can, to share with the kids. Right now, I’m drinking some punch romaine and loving it. I bought the children some French Vanilla Ice Cream and they are flicking it around with their spoons – how foolish! My husband ordered the Chocolate and Vanilla Eclairs about an hour ago and it still hasn’t gotten here. Knowing that nosy waitress she probably started snooping and forgot all about it.
While talking with some of the ladies at my hair salon a week ago, I was told that this ship was declared unsinkable. I’ve been reading a book about an unsinkable ship that sunk so I hope they aren’t related. I’m honestly not very concerned though. If the ship were to sink, I’m sure my family would survive for we are first class, so they’d get us off first. I do feel a little bad for the third class, but like I said to my husband, this ship is huge! What are the odds of it sinking?! Anyway, I’ll be sure to take tons of pictures and send them in my next letter. Please call the hotel we are going to stay at in Bryn Maur, Pennsylvania and reserve one of the presidential sweets for us. We’re bringing our new Renault car so transportation by limo will be unnecessary. Thanks again for your help.
Love,
Mrs. Carter, Lucile Polk
By the way, Lucile Polk did not actually write this letter, I did -- It was a class assignment.
Xo_alanah_oX · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 07:51pm · 0 Comments |
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This is different than the other Blind Date I have posted, but it's similar at the same time. Please comment which you prefer and why or what you think I should do, I know I can't keep both.
Chapter One
The Date
Rain pounded against the windows of the small Italian Restaurant just off the freeway. I twiddled my thumbs and glanced up at the clock. Five past nine. I had been expecting to meet with a blind date. My friends said he was perfect for me, but I think they just felt bad for me. I'd been single for about a year. The last relationship I'd been in ended in flames. My boyfriend died in his house when it caught on fire. No one knew how the fire had started, but it didn't matter much anymore. He was gone. I’d felt empty inside the moment I’d discovered he was dead. I didn’t think it would ever be possible for me to love another person.
A bell chimed and a door near the front desk opened. A tall guy in a suit walked in carrying a bouquet of flowers. I sunk lower in my chair, embarrassed by the fact that I had already eaten and had been prepared to pay the bill. He was late, by at least an hour. I reached for the bill and slid it underneath me. The man scratched his head and peeked up at the clock. Smacking his forehead he pleaded with the lady at the desk. She smiled and pointed at me. The man sighed and approached the table.
The man before me wore a nervous smile. His brown hair was messy and his eyes were a bright green. His smile vanished as he caught my eyes; He looked down at the flowers in his hand and then held them out. I forgot about my anger towards him as I grabbed the bouquet of roses and examined the wet petals with interest.
The man cleared his throat. "Well, I'm, uh, sorry I'm late. My car broke down and well, I couldn't find the, er, restaurant. What with the rain coming down as hard as it did." He glanced up hopefully, studying my expression. "I hope you don't think little of me, you know, for showing up so late on Valentine's Day."
“It’s cool,” I extended my hand across the table, “I’m Rennet, it’s nice to meet you.”
He shook my hand, “I’m David, nice to meet you.”
I couldn't feel angry with the guy so instead I insisted that he eat as he waited for a cab to come. I waited with him.
"So, you work for a newspaper company?" I asked.
He swallowed a bite of steak and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Yes, but I must say, it's not nearly as interesting as a job like yours.”
I blushed. I worked for a detective agency. Solving mysteries had become a fun habit of mine. I was reminded of the hard, medal gun stored under my dress. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore it.
“Well, it can be a bit exciting,” I replied.
He smiled, “I bet.”
I looked up at the window beside me and decided that the rain sloshing against it wasn’t so gloomy after all.
A young waitress walked up to the table and smiled. “Your cab iz here Mister …?”
He corrected her, “Hockings, but you can just call me David.”
She blushed and purposely dropped her notebook. Her blonde curls bounced around her and she glanced up at the man in an expectant way.
David pretended not to notice and gazed at me. I turned my head nervously trying to focus on something else.
The waitress glared at me and then turned to David, “Whenever youz are finished flirtzing could you please pay for zis bill?”
David didn’t seem alarmed by this at all. He simply reached out for the bill, glanced at it, and tossed some money from his pocket onto it.
The waitress counted up the money and then a look of greed came amongst her face. “Are youz kidding me?! Only a three dollar tip?! I stayed up pazt my zift to serve you and zis is all I get?!”
David glanced up at her. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He pulled out a wad of cash and pushed it across the table. “Surely you will be happy with the amount there?”
The waitress looked as if she were going to throw up. I searched his eyes for reason, but found nothing. I decided he must be rich to give away money in such a careless way and resumed talking with him.
“So…what do you like to do?”
He was silent for a moment.
“I mean, well, I hope that’s not too personal…”
His face seemed empty. We sat in silence for a few minutes and then he cleared his throat and
I saw a glare in his eye that hadn’t been there before.
“Well, I suppose if you want to know, I should tell you. …I am an assassin.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you right. I thought you said assassin, but surely you aren’t, I mean, you said you worked for a newspaper company.”
He laughed. “Not exactly…I do, technically, work for a newspaper company. It’s just this company does more than write articles… they hire people to kill other people.”
I took in what he said slowly, hanging on to every word. He was an assassin. He kills people. I shook away the chills and met his gaze.
“How long have you been working for this company?”
He glanced at the clock and then responded. “About…12, 13 years.”
Then, suddenly, it hit me. I realized why he was here. He was hired to kill me. My life was endangered. Almost as though it had been triggered on instinct, the gun strapped to my thigh felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds. Goosebumps spread up my arms and legs. The hairs on my neck stood up. My breath quickened.
“It sure did take you a while to figure that one out detective. I thought for sure you would’ve known I’d been sent to kill you the moment I stepped in the doorway. Ha! I still can’t believe you had thought I’d been late because my car broke down. “
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say I paid your parents a little visit.”
I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
A couple sitting at the booth behind me craned their necks over their seat to look at me. They sniggered and then returned to their meal.
“You obviously don’t know what I would and wouldn’t do now would you?”
I was on my feet now. “What did you do?” I sneered.
He smiled and I realized how much I loathed him. “It was quite funny actually. All I had to do was slip a small time bomb in a pie the neighbor brought over. Your parents threw it in their trash can the minute they got it and I can only guess that when it hid the bottom something went bad with the wiring and…Ka-Boom! It was really pretty from my car, almost like a firework show. I left right before the coppers showed up.”
People in the restaurant were staring wide eyed at our booth and pointing. One man had pulled out his cell phone. David saw this and stood up and pulled out his gun.
“Well, we can’t have that now can we?”
A woman screamed and two couples jumped underneath their tables. A man bowed his head to prey and the waitress ran for the door. David aimed at her first.
“What do you think you’re doing, eh?”
There was a click and then a loud bang. The waitress collapsed in the doorway and landed in a heap. Her head hit the door frame with a thud. Blood dripped through her hair and onto the floor. The aroma made my head pin. The waitress’s eyes were open wide and her mouth was hanging open. I turned my head away as I heard a second click.
“Ha! So are you trying to be the hero grandpa? I don’t think that role is open right now.”
A gun fire split the air and I heard a thud and a scream.
I peeked back over my shoulder to find an elder man lying sprawled on the floor. Blood seemed to be gushing out of his face. His glasses were broken in two and had drops of blood across the lenses. An elder woman, wearing a ring on her left hand, dropped to her knees and leaned over the man. Through her tear stained eyes I could see pain, a familiar pain, the pain of a loss. I heard another click and spun back around. I didn’t want to stand and watch these people die. I glared in his eyes.
“Why are you shooting these people?! Do you have no heart?! No pity?! No care?!”
His smile grew. “Well, yes, I think I do. You would make an excellent doctor. Did you ever consider that for a career choice?”
I felt my face grow red, my nails claw into my palms, and my back straighten.
“You monster! I don’t want to play this game with you! Haven’t you realized that?! This is not some funny joke to be laughing about!”
I watched in horror as he turned the gun towards me and pulled the trigger. The bullet edged its way into my arm, ripping into my flesh and bone. I screamed out in agony. I found myself lying on the floor. I’d never imagined pain this excruciating. I felt as though there were a knife being stabbed into my arm and twisted around. I wanted my arm to leave my body. In my mind I believed it was the only way to cease the pain. I screamed out again and clawed at the hole in my arm. My touch did not cease the pain, but increased it. I felt a sudden pain erupt in my side. There was a crunch and I felt my ribs snap into. My head jerked back as I screamed out in pain. I felt as though a semi truck were driving its back tires onto my side. I wanted to leave the pain behind me, but somehow couldn’t. A red blur covered my eyes and through it I could make out the figure of David. Images from my past danced in vivid colors before my eyes, but I could still see David through them. They were like a fog. My mother’s face and smile, my father’s laugh and milk mustache, my ex’s hand clasping mine, the fire. His voice seemed far away, but I knew he wasn’t for he was up close to me.
“That’s what you get for running your mouth while I am trying to kill the witnesses! Just shut up and lay there until I’m ready to finish you off.”
I heard a faint click and then a loud bang. I turned my head and watched in horror as the elder woman fell limp over the dead man. A large blood stain seemed to grow larger on her back as the blood leaked from her neck to the floor. I turned my head the opposite way and saw that there were still five people left. I jumped as a tremor of pain rolled down my body. My scream echoed in the small Italian Restaurant. Another eruption of pain emerged from my leg and I looked down to see David step away holding a knife dripping in blood. My blood. A huge gash was dripping blood all around my leg. I imagined my leg being shoved into a bee hive full of angry bees and decided the pain was almost the same. I heard another faint click and then another gunshot.
I looked up to see David hovering a dead woman who appeared to be in her twenties. He had clearly shot her in the head for she lay face down and her head laid in a pool of her own blood. I choked on some of my own blood and spit it out.
Then, out of no where, an amazing idea occurred to me. I had a gun. I struggled to pull it out of the holder on my thigh and shook every time I thought of the pain. I held the gun in my shaking, bloody hands and aimed it at David. A click from my own gun startled me and then a gunshot rang through the building. David fell in a heap. His eyes were closed, but it seemed strange that there was no blood. My head spun and a warming darkness engulfed me.
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Chapter Two
The Dream
A setting sun shot an array of colors onto a mirror of blue and green. Oak trees that reached for the sky huddled around the glassy waters. Small, golden lights jumped and flickered in the trees, the fireflies were dancing in harmony to the song of the cricket that hid in the tall green grass. Purple petals clashed with red and blue in a frenzied way. A bird’s song hung in the air.
The lake scene was so beautiful it was almost eerie.
It seemed unreal, as though if I looked away it would disappear. I strained my eyes to stay open. Nothing seemed to matter, except staying. I didn’t wonder why or how I was there. Nor did I care. A doe and a buck gracefully approached the waters edge. I was startled that they didn’t panic in my presence. The doe watched the buck drink from the lake and then did the same. Suddenly, the buck’s features changed to reveal an untamed lion. Without hesitation, the lion pounced onto the doe and ripped a chunk of flesh from her neck. The doe’s body fell limp as the lion screamed out victoriously.
“Noooooooooo!” It didn’t seem right for the doe to die. Tears danced down my cheeks and my heart pounded. The lion jerked his head in my direction and began to run towards me. I looked right and left, in search of a way out, a way to live, but found nothing.
The lion’s feet thudded against the Earth and with every step it seemed to grow stronger. I remembered being told to make myself appear larger than usual to scare away the lion. I stood tall and raised my arms above my head. Then there was an ear-splitting roar, a crack, and I was gone.
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Chapter Three
The Impossible
Never before in my life had I felt so tired. It was strange though that I didn’t feel any pain. It seemed just minutes before I’d been in agonizing pain and covered in sticky blood. However, I felt nothing. My sense of smell was gone. I replayed the images of each dying face in my mind, when I got to David, something didn’t seem right. I heard the familiar click and began to tremble in an unnatural way. My eyes jumped open and scanned my surroundings. I was still in the restaurant and my body was wrapped in table cloths that seemed to cease the bleeding. When I looked by the right wall I gasped. A pile of bloody bodies was lying in a jumbled mess. Blood trails zigzagged to the pile. Puddles were seen. The sight was so horrific I closed my eyes as tightly as I could.
“Did you get plenty of sleep?” a familiar voice asked.
I opened my eyes to find David’s face inches from mine. Surely I had killed him. He’d fallen as though he had been. He smiled and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a bullet-proof vest with a crater in the center. I was appalled that he was acting like nothing had happened, like everything was going to be okay. I wanted to stab him repeatedly with a knife until there was nothing left to stab. His smile vanished and he crouched down beside me.
“I couldn’t find the cook or his staff and I’m a little worried that the manager may have escaped through the back door. I think we should leave really soon. You know, before the coppers get here.”
The anger had been building up inside me since I had seen him standing and suddenly, without warning, I erupted.
“You killer!! I don’t want to go anywhere with you! Do you understand that?! I hate you!!”
He wasn’t at all upset or disturbed by my outburst. “I knew you’d say that eventually. Well, I’m sure you won’t hate me much here soon. Trust me. You’re in more danger alone than you are with me.”
I was outraged. “Oh am I?! Says who?! You?! …do you honestly expect me to trust you after what you did?! And my parents…YOU KILLED THEM!!”
He looked away. “You don’t understand.”
“I think I understand perfectly! You KILLED THEM!!!”
“No…you did.”
I froze and then shook my head.
“Yes you did. I was there. You shot them both dead.”
I felt my body start to shake. “How dare you accuse me of killing my parents!! I love them and couldn’t imagine ever hurting them.”
“You had reasons.”
“Like what?!?!”
“They tried to kill you…”
I found myself clawing into the wood floor beneath me. “You have a lot of nerve saying that!”
“Listen, I know you may hate me now, but believe me, you will soon understand everything.
Please, just cooperate with me until we get to the warehouse.”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?”
“Well, I still have a spare tranquilizer gun in my car that I haven’t used yet.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Um…yeah, I guess so. Now come on, we need to go!”
I considered my options. I could try to run for it, but then was reminded of my injuries and decided against that. I could try to kill him, but he would be much quicker than me and he would fight back. If I went with him, surely we’d get pulled over or blocked off by the police. The thought seemed so wonderful that I felt the corners of my mouth lift into a smile.
“Okay. Let’s go.” I agreed.
“Well you seem to have come to your senses. That’s good because I hate shooting you.”
“What do you mean? You shot me twice and you cut me!”
“I had my reasons.”
“Like?!”
“I’ll tell you in the car. Now come on! We need to go!”
He wrapped his arm around my torso and pulled me to my feet. I limped from foot to foot. He steered me towards a side door and pushed it open. The rain had stopped pouring and there were no cops. In fact, the freeway exit was empty and the freeway had only a few cars driving on it. In the empty parking lot there was a black mustang, the tires were on the curb. I didn’t know much about cars, but I could easily guess it was a high dollar car.
“You like it? Well, I’m sure they’ll give you one like it, probably a little better than mine seeing how you are - …well, like I said before, you’ll soon understand everything, the boss told me not to tell you, so you’ll have to wait.”
He opened the passenger side door and helped me in. The interior was black leather. The windows were tinted so dark that it was almost impossible to see through them from the outside, however inside, you could see perfectly out of them. I peered over the back of my seat. A large box seemed to take up the whole back of the car. It was big enough to fit a body inside. I shuddered and redirected my attention to the stereo system. My finger slipped and hit one of the many buttons and the stereo lit up and the speakers boomed.
A voice from the radio announced in a booming voice, “According to the sheriff of the police department there has been a mass shooting at the little Italian restaurant just off the freeway. Witness John Langdon says he heard three gun shots and then ran through the back door to rush up to the police station as soon as possible. Apparently, there is no phone line or service available in that area. However, some seem to find this witness’s actions a little fishy for he is the manager of the restaurant. Cops say that they are creating a road block on Glenview avenue and near the next exit up the freeway. It was also said that they are forming a block at the exit before to prevent the shooter from escaping. Only a few cars are allowed to drive along the freeway and these drivers are for a fact undercover cops. This is Cheyenne McHathaway and this is Eight O’clock News. Back to you Dan.”
David entered the car with a bemused look on his face.
“So they think they’ve cornered us in do they? Ha! This ought to be fun. Buckle up detective, you’re in for a treat!”
I slung my seat belt around me and pushed it in the buckle and jumped when it clicked. I still wasn’t over that familiar clicking sound. Dave didn’t bother to buckle his seat belt and slammed his door shut as he hopped in. He slipped the key in the ignition and revved the engine.
“You’re gonna love this!”
His foot hit the gas pedal and the car spun around, tires screeching. I grabbed the handle by the door and held on for dear life. David smiled and then pushed the petal to the floor. The tires spun out and then we were speeding forward. The trees we passed were all a blur. He turned his gaze off the road.
“So, the reason I met with you tonight was because my boss told me we needed your help and that if I didn’t get you, you’d be killed by your date.”
“Please keep your eyes on the road!” I shrieked.
David laughed. “You have a lot to learn…”
“Stop looking at me and look at the road before we both get killed!”
David turned his gaze to the road reluctantly.
I took in what he said. My date was gonna kill me…so that meant he wasn’t my date. “I thought you were my date, I mean, you had flowers and- “
“What’s wrong with showing a little hospitality to a lady?”
“Nothing, I just –“
“I know what you meant. You see, I wasn’t late because I was killing your parents.”
“Well, that’s not a big shocker!” I announced sarcastically. “What is it this time? Were you helping some old lady cross the street or busy killing the president?”
His breath rattled. “I had to lie.”
“No you didn’t. Nobody has to lie.”
“Yes I did! You probably didn’t realize this, but we were being watched.”
“By who? The elder couple sitting next to us?”
“Yes, and everyone else in that restaurant.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You would if you didn’t interrupt me every five seconds.”
He yanked the steering wheel to the right and the car tilted to one side. We flew down the off ramp going towards the freeway.
“Are you trying to get caught? You know there are road blocks on this freeway in both directions.”
“I’m very aware actually. I just thought it would be more fun to go this way.”
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe, but not as much as you are.”
“Excuse me?! Last I checked, I wasn’t the one speeding down the freeway towards a road block!”
“We’re only going…oh, well, I was going to say we were only doing double the speed limit, but I think we’re doing more than that.”
I looked at his speedometer and sure enough, it said he was going 120 mph in a 50 mph zone. The car swerved down the ramp and jumped onto the freeway. We met the ground again with a loud THUD!
“Ouch!”
“Shut up will ya?”
“I’m sorry…perhaps I need to be calm about this.” I shouted sarcastically.
“Well, yeah…that would make things much more easy.”
Ahead I could see sirens and a long line of cars stretching from left to right across the road.
“Perhaps you should slow down.”
“Ha! You’re hilarious!”
David hit a button in the ash tray and the car lunged forward, moving twice as fast. The speedometer needle jumped around frantically and the windshield creaked out in horror. Then, to make things much worse then what they already were, David closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?! Are you trying to kill us?!”
“Shut up! I’m trying to concentrate!”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you!”
The line of police cars came closer. I noticed that not only were there cop cars, but there were FBI vehicles too. I looked up to find a helicopter soaring over us. People were jumping out of their cars now and moving to the side, to get out of our way. Then, the vacant cars started to move to the side. I watched in amazement as people ran in all directions and their vehicles flew against the walls on the side of the freeway. We zoomed past the road block without a scratch.
“How did - …Is that - …What just happened?!”
“I moved the cars out of the way.”
“How?”
“By concentrating on the atoms that made up the cars and pushing them.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Is it? I think it is. You see, if you believe something is true with all your heart and mind, then it becomes true.”
“What? That doesn’t’ make any sense!”
“When I closed my eyes, I was imagining the cars moving out of the way. I believed that what I was seeing mentally was true so much that it became real. It became more than a mental image.”
David watched me with interest and then he hit the brakes.
“Okay. I want you to close your eyes.”
“Are you having some sort of mental break down?! There are a whole bunch of cops back there and you're stopping the car?! Anyways, I still can’t trust you. How do I know you aren’t going to try and hurt me?”
“Here hold my gun.” He handed me his double barrel gun. I took it alarmed. It was covered in dry splatters of blood.
“Now hold it to my head.”
I checked it to see if it was loaded and then feeling satisfied, I pointed it at his head and closed my eyes.
“Good. Now I want you to picture us parked in a parking garage underneath a warehouse.
I imagined a cop running to our car and pulling him out to arrest him. Then, suddenly, I opened my eyes to find David on the ground being searched by a cop.
“I thought I told you to picture a parking garage!”
“I- I- I’m sorry!”
I closed my eyes again and pictured a concrete parking garage full of other mustangs underground. Then, I opened my eyes to see just that.
“Wow.”
“Good job, now I suppose I should welcome you to the company.”
“I thought you said it was a warehouse.”
“It is, but it’s also a company.”
“Um…okay.”
I didn’t trust David just yet, but I didn’t feel the need to kill him either. I was furious with him for lying and I didn’t think anything would change that. I didn’t understand why I went with him so willingly. It just happened. We walked silently along a wooden floor that lead us to an elevator constructed of glass. I'd never seen anything like it in person - Willy Wonka didn't exactly give the best representation of it. It was unreal! David hit the button and the doors opened with swish sound. David stepped in first and after seeing it was solid and not some figment of my imagination, I followed. It was almost like any other ordinary elevator, except it was glass.
“My boss can’t wait to meet you.”
“Yikes… this ought to be interesting considering the fact that he’s the master mind of thousands of massacres."
“Um… Just throwing this out there, he can hear every word you’re saying right now.”
“How?”
David pointed to the camera in the corner with a nervous smile.
“Great,” I mumbled.
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Chapter Four
Forgotten
The elevator chimed as we reached our floor and the beautiful glass doors opened to reveal a blue marble floor leading to two tall oak doors with intricate carvings. David reached up to knock, but before his hand made contact, the doors opened to reveal a room filled with windows and a large desk in the center of the room. Two arm chairs sat in front of the desk. In a computer chair there was a middle-aged man with blonde, slicked back hair and brown eyes.
His voice was ruff and graveled, “Sit.”
We took our place in the surprisingly comfortable chairs. His desk was empty except for a computer and a telephone. He had a rusty, gold ring on his left ring finger – David had an identical one. It was awkwardly silent. The man sat staring breathlessly. Was my hair really that messed up? Or was there a greater cause?
I reached out my hand, “I’m Rennet. It’s nice to –“
He interrupted, “I know exactly who you are.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. How did he know me?
“Everyone in this company does.”
I laughed, “Which one, the one involving assassins or the newspaper company?”
“Both.” He didn’t find it at all amusing. “We’ve been tracking you for a couple years actually, ever since Robert died in that fire.”
The memory was like a burst of flames erupting inside me. I remember speeding along the dark street on that pitch black afternoon. Then a new memory began to form. There was someone behind me, following me, in a black mustang.
“There was someone following me.” I said to myself.
“Yes, that was one of my workers.”
“Why?” A word I’d been asking more than usual lately.
“He was protecting you.”
“From what?”
“The others.”
“Others? Please start explaining things, I have no idea what’s going on.”
“I know,” he smiled, “There are other’s like us, hiding undercover from civilization. However there is a difference we share with them. They kill to kill, we kill to save lives.” He took in my blank expression. “We only kill those who kill the innocent. The government hired us to do this and the president himself asked us to hire you that night.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you have potential and he sees it.”
“I’m just a detective, nothing more. I’ve never had a serious case. The biggest thing I’ve had to deal with was a supposed murder that turned out to be a suicide.”
“We know, but it’s not that, it’s something else… blood perhaps.”
“Blood?!”
“Yes, genes, heredity, you name it.”
“What are you talking about? My father’s family is filled with doctors and lawyers, my mother’s with street racers and inventors.”
“Yes, but you left out a detail - your parents.”
“My mother was a realtor, my father a chef. I don’t understand.”
“Yes they were, but they were also working for me.”
As much as I didn’t want to believe my parents were killers, it explained a lot. My parents would leave for hours at a time and never tell me where they were going. When they came home they were always bruised, drenched in sweat and mud, and silent. They never talked to me when they came home. They always just went in the basement and father would lift weights and mother would use the computer. I had never found out what it was she was doing, but it never seemed to matter.
“That makes sense, a lot actually.”
“As I knew it would.” He said with a smile.
“Are they…” the word dead didn’t want to come out of my mouth, but the fact that they had hid their biggest secret from me had made me feel upset with them, dead or alive.
“Are they…?”
“Are they dead?”
“I thought you of all people should know that.”
“Why?”
“Why!! You’re the one who killed them!”
Here this unrealistic fact appeared again. How did everyone know what I’d done, but I didn’t? It didn’t seem right or even ethical. To have someone tell you you’ve done something you don’t remember doing – it’s unbearable! It makes you feel as if you’re missing a part of your history, past, or your memory. It’s amazing how strange some things can be.
“What’s wrong?” David asked taking in my frown quicker than his boss.
I shook my head. I couldn’t tell them that I couldn’t remember. They would think me mad! They’d accuse me of having memory loss or some disease or disorder. I didn’t feel any different and as far as I could tell, I looked the same. How could I have forgotten the thing that was most memorable?
“Dear, you have to tell us everything you remember. We are trying to help you understand everything for your own good.”
I pondered whether a lie was appropriate. If I lied I wouldn’t seem crazy, but I’d be at risk if they found out. However, they’d lied to me. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, but it didn’t necessarily create another wrong. Lying to killers seemed like an easy idea, something as easy as taking out the trash. As easy as it seemed, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea enough to do it. I wanted the truth. Lying wasn’t going to help me get it.
“I don’t remember killing them.” The words came out in a whisper at first that I didn’t think they understood, but they did for they sat in awe. Once I’d said it, I knew I had done the right thing.
“Jake…” David hissed the name and clenched his fists.
“Jake? Jake who?”
David and the man exchanged looks of utter amazement.
“How could she not remember him?” David asked.
“Maybe she…”
“She…?”
“Rennet, come here.” He pointed beside him. I went nervously to his side. Before I could protest he was looking through my hair, moving it to look at my scalp, just like the doctors do when they check you for lice.
“Do you really think he chipped her?”
“Chipped?! Chipped?! What are you talking about?! I’m chipped?! What does that even mean?!”
“Oh, she’s definitely the right one.”
“I noticed that at the restaurant.”
“What?!”
David smiled and put his hands on my shoulders. “Look at me.”
With confusion, I looked into his eyes.
“Take a deep breath.” He inhaled deeply in an example-type way. I mimicked.
“Now breathe out.” The air left my lungs and somehow, it calmed me. “When someone chips you-“
I felt a sting on my head and then suddenly images were flying back into my mind like bees into a bee hive. Memories I’d lost. Pain I’d forgotten. It all came back. I can’t really explain the feeling of knowing the truth. I was happy, sad, disgruntled, angry, confused. It was a mixed emotion that was overpowering. I was suddenly crying and laughing. Understanding of reality had left me in the state of confusion I’d been visiting so often lately. I had killed who I had long believed to be my parents. Lies – they grow and eventually, they erupt.
To Be Continued...
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This is different than the other Blind Date I have posted, but it's similar at the same time. Please comment which you prefer and why or what you think I should do, I know I can't keep both.
The Blind Date -- Screen Play Format
Scene One
INT. ANTONELLO’S INTALIAN RESTAURANT – TABLE FOUR – NIGHT
Amina Giordano sits impatiently in the booth, thrumming her fingers. She looks to the clock and sighs. Rain sloshes against the windows and hammers on the roof, thunder booms and lightning cracks.
AMINA GIORDANO
I can’t believe he’s an hour late.
A waitress sets a bill on the table; Amina takes it reluctantly biting her lip and once more, glancing to the clock.
WAITRESS
Are you expecting someone Miss?
AMINA GIORDANO
I was, but I don’t think he’s coming.
WAITRESS
Pity, any man who stands you up is surely out of his mind.
AMINA GIORDANO
Thanks.
WAITRESS
No problem dear.
Bell chimes and a tall man in a suit enters holding a bouquet of flowers. Cue bouquet. He glances at his watch and smacks his forehead.
WAITRESS
He looks like your date. Hm… If he causes you any problems let me know, okay?
AMINA GIORDANO
Okay.
Waitress walks into kitchen and man pleads with the lady at the register hopefully; the lady smiles and points to table four. The man thanks her and rushes over. He stands nervously before Amina who sits confused and breathless.
DAVID NEKANE
Sorry about being late, I got stuck in traffic.
Amina tries to remain expressionless and intimidating. David looks at the flowers in his hands – red roses.
DAVID NEKANE
These are for you.
David hands Amina the flowers and Amina studies the petals with interest. Trying to distract herself.
DAVID NEKANE
Do you mind if I sit here?
Amina decides against her silent treatment and perks up.
AMINA GIORDANO
No, I’d be more than happy if you did.
David smiles and Amina smiles back. He takes his seat across from her. Cue thunder.
DAVID NEKANE
Crazy weather we’re having huh?
AMINA GIORDANO
Definitely, it’s pouring out there!
DAVID NEKANE
I agree. When I was trying to park my car I drove up on the curve because I couldn’t see anything.
AMINA GIORDANO
Did you really?
DAVID NEKANE
Yes! It was maddening. I don’t even think I parked straight; I’m probably taking up two parking spots.
Amina laughs.
DAVID NEKANE
I just hope I don’t get a ticket.
AMINA GIORDANO
You should be ticket-free considering cops don’t usually come in this area; there’s nothing really here. It’s like a ghost town.
DAVID NEKANE
That explains why there were no cars on the streets or any going on the freeway exit. Are there any other businesses here, you know, aside from this restaurant?
AMINA GIORDANO
There’s a gas station, but they’re really overpriced.
DAVID NEKANE
I suppose that’s understandable for the owner.
AMINA GIORDANO
How so?
DAVID NEKANE
The owner probably knows there aren’t any other gas stations near-by so he probably figures that people who really need gas will have to stop there.
AMINA GIORDANO
That’s clever and a bit devious in my opinion.
David laughs.
DAVID NEKANE
That guy has gotta make money somehow.
AMINA GIORDANO
I suppose your right. If he takes one person’s every penny, his profit would be equivalent to that of three or four customers at any other gas station.
DAVID NEKANE
Ah. Very true.
Waitress approaches table.
WAITRESS
Honey, are you ready with that check?
DAVID NEKANE
Sorry Ma’me, I suppose I’ve distracted her.
Amina blushes. Then she opens the bill booklet on the table and looks at the price and then reaches for her wallet. David reaches his hand out.
DAVID NEKANE
Allow me.
AMINA GIORDANO
But it’s a little expensive.
DAVID NEKANE
It’s the least I could do since I was as late as I was.
Amina hands David the bill, who then reaches for his wallet and places money in the booklet. He hands it to the waitress.
WAITRESS
Thank you. Have a good night.
The waitress leans down beside Amina and whispers in her ear.
WAITRESS
He’s a keeper.
Amina turns three shades of red and smiles, embarrassed. The waitress winks at Amina and walks away.
DAVID NEKANE
What was that about?
AMINA GIORDANO
Nothing really.
DAVID NEKANE
Okay, don’t tell me. That’s fine.
AMINA GIORDANO
I’m surprised with how eager you are to know.
DAVID NEKANE
Curiosity killed the cat?
AMINA GIORDANO
I’m glad you know the truth.
David and Amina laugh. David glances to his watch and then frowns. He looks around the room, his eyes stopping on each person.
AMINA GIORDANO
What’s wrong?
DAVID NEKANE
Nothing. Wow. I never introduced myself did I?
AMINA GIORDANO
Nor did I.
DAVID NEKANE
The name’s David Nekane, but you can just call me David.
AMINA GIORDANO
Nice to meet you David, I’m Amina.
DAVID NEKANE
That’s a beautiful name, is it Italian?
AMINA GIORDANO
Thank you. And yes it is, how’d you know?
DAVID NEKANE
I don’t know, it’s kind of familiar actually.
AMINA GIORDANO
That’s weird, it’s pretty rare.
DAVID NEKANE
I agree.
AMINA GIORDANO
So what do you do for a living?
DAVID NEKANE
I work for a yard service company, but that’s not quite as interesting as a job like yours.
AMINA GIORDANO
I would disagree. Being a detective can have its ups and downs.
DAVID NEKANE
Please explain.
AMINA GIORDANO
Well, an up would be that rush of adrenaline you get when you’ve found the answers or solved a case.
DAVID NEKANE
And a down?
AMINA GIORDANO
A down is having to sit in an office all day on the computer researching, which is what usually happens.
DAVID NEKANE
That does seem quite boring. What would you say if I told you I could help you get a more exciting job that pays you a grand every day?
AMINA GIORDANO
I’d ask who to send my résumé to.
DAVID NEKANE
Do you have a pen?
AMINA GIORDANO
Are you serious?
DAVID NEKANE
Completely.
Amina reaches for pen in her purse and hands it out to David. He grabs a napkin and writes down a name with contact information on it, then hands it to Amina.
AMINA GIORDANO
Eroe Corsia… That’s Italian.
DAVID NEKLANE
It is?
AMINA GIORDANO
It means Hero Lane.
DAVID NEKLANE
Huh, that’s weird. And to think I always thought it was the name of some dead guy.
AMINA GIORDANO
And what state is this in? I’ve never heard of it.
DAVID NEKLANE
It says Nerimpa, doesn’t it?
AMINA GIORDANO
I mean, where is it?
DAVID NEKLANE
Well, it hasn’t been publically certified yet, but it’s an island near Maine used secretly by Italy.
AMINA GIORDANO
So it isn’t US property?
DAVID NEKLANE
Yes and no, half of it is, the other half isn’t.
AMINA GIORDANO
That’s beyond strange. Which half is the company on?
DAVID NEKLANE
On the border.
AMINA GIORDANO
Wow. What does the company do?
DAVID NEKLANE
I’ll have to tell you when we get there.
AMINA GIORDANO
We’re going there?! When?!
David looks down at cell phone, scans a text and then snaps the phone shut and pulls out a gun.
DAVID NEKLANE
Right after I kill that man.
David pointed his gun at a man in the corner of the room. The man pulled out a gun too and aimed it at David.
AMINA GIORDANO
What’s going on?!
DAVID NEKLANE
He heard everything we were talking about.
AMINA GIORDANO
So you’re going to kill him?! Are you out of your mind?!
DAVID NEKLANE
Not just him, everyone here, but you.
AMINA GIORDANO
What?! Why?!
DAVID NEKLANE
Hun, do I look like I have time to explain everything? Please! Just trust me.
A couple pulls out big unidentifiable guns and points them at Amina and David. A dirty man with messy hair rips off his shirt to reveal ammo strips and a huge gun strapped to his torso. He pulls it off and loads it and also points it at David and Amina. Four men from different booths pull out hand guns and aim in David and Amina’s direction. A big guy shoves the kitchen door open, a huge knife in his hand. The girl at the register shrieks and runs for the door.
DAVID NEKLANE
No!!! Don’t run!! It’ll only make –
Cue gun shots. Girl falls limp, blood splatters wall, and everyone except David reloads their gun. David stands bravely beside Amina defensively.
MAN IN CORNER (DRAKE)
Poor girl, she would’ve been useful if she hadn’t chosen such horrid actions.
DAVID NEKLANE
Drake, you and I both know you were going to kill her either way.
DRAKE
Ah, that may be true, but she would’ve lived longer.
DAVID NEKLANE
You sick human being. How do you live with yourself?
DRAKE
I was about to ask you the same question.
GIRL FROM COUPLE (ARIANNA)
Boss, let me kill the girl!!! I’ll gut her like a fish!!!
Amina gulps and her eyes dart frantically across the room.
DRAKE
Patience Arianna, you may have her later.
GUY FROM COUPLE (REMINGTON)
Come on Boss!! We’re starving!!
DRAKE
Remington, do you want a repeat of last Friday?!
Remington glances to the big guy by the kitchen door who cracks his knuckles as if on cue.
REMINGTON
Oh please sir! Anything but the chair!!
DRAKE
Then shut up!!!
REMINGTON
Yes sir.
DRAKE
David, you remember Bonzo, don’t you?
The big guy by the kitchen door grinds his teeth as if in agreement.
DAVID NEKLANE
Of course.
DRAKE
And Jitters?
THE MESSY MAN (JITTERS)
Hello Scum Bucket! How are you this lovely evening!?
DAVID NEKLANE
Yes. And I’m fine, just annoyed.
JITTERS
BAH! You’re lying through your teeth!! You scared maggot!! Just admit it, I won’t bite... But Bonzo will.
DRAKE
Shut up Jitters! Now, these four men over here are new friends of mine. Say hello men.
The four men nod.
DRAKE
Now, hand over the girl and we won’t kill you.
DAVID NEKLANE
Over my dead body.
DRAKE
Be careful what you say boy, because that could be arranged easily. Look at the odds. Nine to one and a half.
AMINA GIORDANO
A half?
DRAKE
I was referring to David.
AMINA GIORDANO
David will always be more of a man than you.
DRAKE
Ooh! Feisty!! I like my girls with a little spice.
AMINA GIORDANO
What?!
DRAKE
David hasn’t told you who we were? Oh, you’re gonna love this sweet cheeks. David, tell your lady friend who we are and what we do. Or Gonzo here is gonna have an early appetizer.
Gonzo grabs a waitress from the kitchen and holds her by her ankles. She screams helplessly.
DAVID NEKLANE
They’re the Carnivorous Amigos, they’re sick cannibals.
Drake smiles and snaps his fingers at Gonzo. Gonzo drops the girl who frantically runs back into the kitchen.
DRAKE
Sick are we? Maybe, but the meat we eat is better than any other meat there is. And this is life. People gotta run, I gotta eat.
Amina sees a gun by her table and snatches it up and points it at Drake.
DRAKE
Ooh!! I’m scared now! You wouldn’t hurt a fly.
AMINA GIORDANO
You obviously don’t know what I would and wouldn’t do.
Amina aims her gun at Gonzo. Cue gunshot. Gonzo falls to the floor and shakes the building. There’s a big thunk as his massive body falls. Everyone ducks for cover. And a
fiery battle begins as gunshots split the air and gun powder causes watery eyes. The room is ashy and hard to see in. David grabs Amina and they both leave and run to a car outside, unnoticed. Gunshots can still be heard.
To be continued…
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