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Where are they now?
Long ago in a cryptic wasteland, now known as earth…come to think of it, maybe it was always known as earth. I will have to get back to you on that. The inhabitants of this cold, dark grooling planet were that of the bitey type. No I’m not talking about your cat after he has had enough of you scratching his butt. I’m speaking of ancient beings long past. Their memory lives on mostly through Dracula, a little bit on Halloween and quite a bit from kids that wear all black and sharpen their teeth to fine points to scare old people. Vampires people! “Why don’t we see them anymore?” I hear you asking. WELL IF YOU WOULD STOP CRAMING HANDFULLS OF CRUNCHY SNACKS INTO YOUR FACE. Alright that’s better. Can’t even believe you weren’t going to share! Rude. Let us begin with the origin story.
By Jacob Cailloux3 years ago in Fiction
My Idea for a Sequel to the Tom Hanks Cast Away Movie!
Stalked, Kidnapped, and Cast Away! Written by Justiss Goode I’m not exactly sure when I first got the idea to do what I’m convicted of doing. I’d hate to think it was that rainy night I took a cab to Helen’s house. On that night, I left her standing in her driveway as I pulled off down the street. Could that have been when the plan first entered my mind? If that were true, what kind of man would that make me? Plotting to stalk, and kidnap the love of my poor pitiful life. Taking her away from her family and home, and everything she’s known for the past four years. No! The idea had to have come much later; long after that night. Sure, it was painful, but I distinctly remember being okay on that night. She let me drive away in the old 1997 Jeep Cherokee the two of us used to share. Us. It’s funny when I say it like that. It seems like a lifetime since there actually use to be an us. I’m not even sure any more about what’s real and what’s not. Maybe that night never happened. Maybe I’m still on the island having one of those god awful dreams, only this one is lasting a whole lot longer than usual. Yeah! That must be it. I’m dreaming and that rainy night never happened. That would mean that everything that followed after that night wasn’t real. I never did all those horrible things. Not to Helen, and not to anyone.
By Justiss Goode3 years ago in Fiction
Asunder
INT. BEDROOM - DAY The top of the bio-dome can be seen from the window with its imprinted hexagonal shapes. A military-grade hovercraft is passing by. The first rays of the artificial sun stream in through the window, casting slim, rectangular shapes of light on the bed.
By C. N. McKinnie3 years ago in Fiction
Sometimes I Orate, Dissertate And Exacerbate
Blood Clots ( my satire of J. Rome's radio show term describing listeners as Clones ) Frankie ( Martinelli? ) temporarily or permanently deleted/trashed roughly seven/eight hundred words of ours along with the other garbage. Talk about a relief society function as we used to say at church.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Fiction
The Audio Diary
This is a one-act play I wrote in high school. It's not very good and I will never ever use it. I strongly recommend that no one else ever perform it or use it in any other way. Instead, read it and feel better about your own writing ability. Odds are good that you, whoever you are, are a much better writer now than I was at 17.
By Frank Macaluso3 years ago in Fiction
The Psychiatrist and the Stand-Up Comedian
The following is a stage adaptation of a sketch I wrote for a radio program I created and produced in my college years. I'm posting it here for the sake of anyone who wants it. I, the author of this work, hereby give you full permission to perform this in whatever capacity you desire, provided you give me due credit as its author.
By Frank Macaluso3 years ago in Fiction
Handsome White Guy
The following is a stage adaptation of a sketch I wrote for a radio program I created and produced in my college years. It is an attempt at writing a parody of the TV series The Bachelor in a style utilized by Saturday Night Live from it's 40th through 45th seasons, I ultimately did not end up using it for my radio show. Later on, I submitted it as a potential sketch to use for a sketch comedy program I produced via Zoom during the early months of the 2020-2021 COVID-19 pandemic. It was not selected.
By Frank Macaluso3 years ago in Fiction
The Chatterbox
The following is a stage adaptation of a sketch I wrote for a radio program I created and produced in my college years. I am posting it here for the sake of anyone who wants it. I, the author of this work, hereby give you full permission to perform this in whatever capacity you desire, provided you give me due credit as its author.
By Frank Macaluso3 years ago in Fiction