Sunday, November 8, 2009
Why movies still suck ass
Was at work the other day and I thought to myself, I know why current day movies still suck cock-unforgetable characters. Name me 3 characters from Transformers debacle, part one or two. Go ahead, ill give you some time. Okay, Megan Fox and that black dude, NOT good enough. Oh wait, Optimus Prime and some other CGI pricks. Now think back to Aliens or Terminator 1 or 2. Sarah Conner, John Conner, Kyle Reese, T-2000-I think, T-1000, Elen Ripley, Newt, Lt Goren, Hicks, Burke, Sarge, Vasquez, Queen Alien, well you get my drift. How come I remember shit from the 80's and can't remember fucken anyones name from any movie in the last couple of years except Elen fucken Juno, becuase it was the name of the movie. Name the characters from shit like Mirrors, One Missed Call, the shitty Omen Remake. Remember any names from the Unborn, the Univited, Sunshine Cleaning, Little Miss Sunshine, shit anything. What was Robocops real name, Officer fucken Murphey. Pulp Fiction? The Wolf, Vincent, Jules, Marcellus and Mia Wallace, the Gimp, Zed, Butch, you get the idea again. Hell I can't name anyone from Planet Terror or Death Proof, the only thing I remember is Abernathy and I don't know if that was anyones name. So please, make shit with memerable characters that we will remember.
Last in her class
This is my first piece of horror themed flash fiction, which is edited my none other than Troy Allen, enjoy fuckers....
The room was hot…hot and dark. Eric laid in the bed, not certain if he was either paralyzed or just seized with fear, awake or dreaming. His mobility was limited but he managed to look around. Turning his head from side to side he saw shadows of bedroom furniture and other fixtures, none of them his. He tried to speak but nothing came out, he tried moving his other limbs but that worked to no avail. It was safe to assume that, yes, he was paralyzed. From what he did not know.
Without options, he resigned to just laying there and tried not to panic. He managed to contain his breathing and after a while his vision started to clear up. Again, he tried to look around the room. This time he saw posters, a small TV, pictures, women's clothes sprawled on the floor and a bookcase filled with movies.
College dorm, he thought. A woman’s room to be exact.
He also started to notice a nasty taste in his mouth, a mixture of medicine and alcohol. He started to focus on one of the posters on the wall. It had a kitten trying to climb out of a lake, the message below it said "keep trying, never give up".
Eric felt a pain in his neck, like he had been stabbed with a sharp point.
His concentration on the poster was broken when the door opened. A young woman entered. She had on white medical scrubs, a pair of black thick framed glasses sat on top of her slender nose.
She walked over and hovered above him, smiling.
“You drank your own date rape drug, asshole,” she said.
Her eyebrows never moved when she spoke..
“You were so wasted you drank both our beers and passed out --- lucky for you I'm a Med student…and a concerned citizen,” she continued, slipping on a pair of medical gloves from her pocket.
“Finals are next week. Professor says that I have to work on my incisions…that my hands are too shaky.”
In her right hand, something gleamed in the moonlight --- a blade. It was long and exact. Sharp.
“I should have graduated by now…probably one of the worst students he has ever seen.” She lowered the blade to his chest and started cutting slowly.
“Don't worry, sugah, once the medication wears off…you'll feel everything.”
The room was hot…hot and dark. Eric laid in the bed, not certain if he was either paralyzed or just seized with fear, awake or dreaming. His mobility was limited but he managed to look around. Turning his head from side to side he saw shadows of bedroom furniture and other fixtures, none of them his. He tried to speak but nothing came out, he tried moving his other limbs but that worked to no avail. It was safe to assume that, yes, he was paralyzed. From what he did not know.
Without options, he resigned to just laying there and tried not to panic. He managed to contain his breathing and after a while his vision started to clear up. Again, he tried to look around the room. This time he saw posters, a small TV, pictures, women's clothes sprawled on the floor and a bookcase filled with movies.
College dorm, he thought. A woman’s room to be exact.
He also started to notice a nasty taste in his mouth, a mixture of medicine and alcohol. He started to focus on one of the posters on the wall. It had a kitten trying to climb out of a lake, the message below it said "keep trying, never give up".
Eric felt a pain in his neck, like he had been stabbed with a sharp point.
His concentration on the poster was broken when the door opened. A young woman entered. She had on white medical scrubs, a pair of black thick framed glasses sat on top of her slender nose.
She walked over and hovered above him, smiling.
“You drank your own date rape drug, asshole,” she said.
Her eyebrows never moved when she spoke..
“You were so wasted you drank both our beers and passed out --- lucky for you I'm a Med student…and a concerned citizen,” she continued, slipping on a pair of medical gloves from her pocket.
“Finals are next week. Professor says that I have to work on my incisions…that my hands are too shaky.”
In her right hand, something gleamed in the moonlight --- a blade. It was long and exact. Sharp.
“I should have graduated by now…probably one of the worst students he has ever seen.” She lowered the blade to his chest and started cutting slowly.
“Don't worry, sugah, once the medication wears off…you'll feel everything.”
Flash Fiction
So now I am into writing horror themed flash fiction. Instead of submiting my shit and getting rejected, 1-1 now, I am going to post my stories here where they cannot be rejected cause I own this shit, hahahaha fuckers.
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