Random Thoughts and Other Things

(A Short Summary of a Potential Project)

Christopher Collins is a 60-year-old prisoner. He was sent to prison for a bank robbery when he was 22 years old. He is released from jail after serving 42 years. His parents are dead and has lost communications with his sister who doesn’t want to speak to him. He also has a younger brother who he still talks to but his brother is always hesitant to talk with him. Christopher spends a couple of days trying to adjust to the new world and tries to reconnect with everyone. Over the course of the film he talks to his brother and learns about both his sisters and his brothers situation. After he briefly talks to his sister he leaves her a message saying he sorry for not being there growing up and gives advice to both his brother and sister. He sends them both letters explaining his next course of action. He goes to a bank and robs it purposely getting caught in the process. Both his brother and sister understand why he goes back to prison. He can’t comprehend the new world and all the new things around him. One day in prison he gets a call for a visitor. It is his brother who briefly speaks with him before his sister arrives with her ten-year-old daughter in which she explains to her that he is her other uncle. He smiles as the screen fades to black.

*UPDATE*

Finished the script. A lot of changes. Now waiting for the right time to film it.

Part II: Life and Death

This is the same beach I went to as a child with my family. I look around and oh my god! There I am as a child with my family. This must be a dream, so I’ll just pinch myself. Ouch! Nope this is real. I try calling to my younger self. He can’t hear me. They all can’t hear me. I’m just a ghost. But here I am at the same beach I went to as a child. I remember this place. I remember this day. This was the day I learned about life and death.

I found a dead sea turtle washed up on the beach. I cried and my father approached me. I see him now. I remember this moment. He kneeled down next to me and asked why I am I crying. I told him why, that it was because the turtle is dead. He looked at the turtle and then toward to sea. He looked back at me and explained to me why I shouldn’t cry. He explained that the turtle died giving life anew. I remember him pointing toward a mound of sand. He said that’s where life will begin again. The turtle came here to do this, instinctively knowing what’s going to happen next. Out of that sand, more turtles will be born and they will fill the void. My father then picked me up and carried me back to the family.

After watching that again, I cried a little. I remembered that day. I remembered that moment. Being here again, I remembered it all. I walk toward my family in the distance passing by the deceased turtle and sand mound. I am nearly there, but another door appears in front of me. I don’t want to go. But I should. I must. I open the door. I walk into a dark room. Why is it so dark? Where am I? Suddenly everything becomes bright again. I still don’t know where I am. Everything clears. I see the trees, the grass, flowers, and the birds chirping in the distance. I’m in a park and sitting on a bench.

(Coming Soon: Part III)

by E. Moses

Part I: Misery

        My doctor gave me these two pills. Both pills are white and have nothing written on the sides. The prescription says Insocenic. It is a fitting name for my condition. I have a severe case of insomnia. There is no name for my condition. I stay awake for hours and when I try to sleep I dream nothing. The doctor says that these pills should help. However, I been told that by different doctors for different pills. So I don’t if these will work or more of my money is flushed away.

       It is 10 am right now. Right around this time I decide to take the two pills. Drank water a glass of water, swallow pills and drank another glass of water. Do not take pill with alcohol, especially with scotch. It is simple enough, not that hard. Now I wait for the effects to kick in. It is gonna be an hour or two before they should take effect. I guess I will go watch some Arrested Development while I wait. It is nine o’clock now. Nothing is happening. I’m still awake, still thinking. Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I dream?

       It is now 1 am and nothing has happened yet. I’m starting to question this pill. It is suppose to help me, but it has done nothing for me. I think once again another doctor gave me false hope and fed me pills I do not need. Damn it. I am not even tired. It looks like another night of restless sleep for me. Oh the joy. I’m just gonna go and get some more water. I open my bedroom door and fall. I fall into sand. I look and find myself on a beach. I look around and can’t find the door I opened. What is this strange place I’m in? Where the hell am I?

(Comin Soon: Part II)

A Ten Minute Walk

Part I

It was twelve o’clock on the dot when my phone rang. It was my friend Steven. He called wanting to know if I wanted to grab some lunch. I told him sure and asked where he wanted to meet up. He told me to meet him at a coffee shop called Royale Coffee. Royale Coffee is down a few blocks away from my apartment so it is not that far. I changed my clothes, grabbed my phone, wallet and keys. I then closed the door, went down the flight stairs, out the front door and then down the set of steps. I usually ride my bike, but I decided to walk instead. The weather was beautiful and I told Steven I would be there in ten minutes, so there was no rush.

I proceeded to walk down the street when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a homeless man sitting on a side of a building asking for change. He had a sign that said his legs were broken and need money for surgery. Well I walked by him and turned back to look at him. He looked at me with an angry stare. I also gave him irate stare. He knew I had spare change. I knew his legs were not broken. So it was safe to say there was a mutual understanding between us.

I continued down the street and looked at my watch. About two minutes have passed and I still had a couple of blocks to go. I looked down the way and I notice three men holding picket signs. I walk by the first man whose wearing white suit holding a sign saying “God loves you. Renounce the devil, for heaven awaits you.” I walked by the second man wearing a red suit holding a sign saying “Satan is wonderful. Renounce Jesus. Hell isn’t bad.” Looking at the two I think there were being very persuasive. Yet with both men standing on the same corner preaching their beliefs, I feel like there was a conflict of interest. The third man was wearing regular clothes holding a sign saying, “I’m stuck in a custody battle. Just be Agnostic and have half guilt.” I turn back to the man, laughed, and told him, “Right on man.” I turned and walked away still chuckling about the sign.

A Ten Minute Walk

Part II

So I kept walking toward my destination and once again checked my watch. A total of six minutes has passed since I left my apartment and I’m about two thirds of the way to the coffee shop. I kept walking until I notice a woman in the distance. She had short brown hair, green eyes, and was wearing a green dress with a small black jacket and blue ballet flats. She really stood out of the crowd. She was very attractive. As I walk toward her, I had a sudden thought. What do I do to get her attention? Next thing I knew, I was walking by her. Yet she turned, looked at me, and winked. I thought to myself, “Did that just happen?” I turn to look forward. Bam! I just walked into a light pole.

I was out for three minutes. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was her face. She said, “Are you ok?” I was still a little bit dazed, but I replied yes. I stood up and immediately had a headache. She said, “Are you sure you are ok? It looked like it hurt.” I said, “Yeah, but to be honest, I was distracted.” She looked at me and asked, “By what?” I did not want to sound cliché, but I replied, “Well, um, by you.” She looked at me with a puzzled look. She asked, “Me?” I said, “Yes. You looked elegant with your green dress and your matching eyes. Your beauty threw me off.” She looked flattered and said, “Oh. I did not mean to distract you.” I looked at her and said, “No need to apologize.”

We talked for a little while until I notice I was running late for lunch. I told her that I had to go. I turned and took a step toward the shop. However, I immediately turned back and asked her for her number. She looked at me, smiled, took her pen, and wrote her number on my hand. She turned and started walking away. She glanced back over to me and waved goodbye. I waved goodbye back. I immediately ran toward the coffee shop that was a block down from where I was.

I walk into the shop and see Steven in the corner by the window. I walk over and sat down across from him. I ordered a small cup of black coffee and a small brownie. “How come you were running late? That seems unusual of you to be running late. Literally running late matter of fact,” said Steven. I told him, “Well let’s just say the route I took was unusual. Yet the route I took was worth going down.” He nodded and proceeded to talk about the usual topics we talk about like politics, movies, and the day before. I took a bite of the brownie I ordered and sipped on the coffee. I looked out the window. It started to drizzle outside. It is going to be an interesting walk back. Then it started to rain.

(This is a short story that I started, but decided not to finish because I did not know how to play it out. So here is the only bit I wrote. Luckily I am already half way through two stories I have started a couple of weeks ago. Might finish this, but not this year.)

Sudden Action: A Short Story

Part I

A crazy thing about relationships is that some are like coals and others like car accidents. With coal they burn for a long time and slowly fade away. In other words, the relationship will either continue until death or the fire of love slowly fades away and cannot be brought back no matter hard you try. However, if it is like a car accident then it is more of a sudden action. A relationship can start at anytime, anywhere, and any place. Yet when it does end it can be sudden. You can be driving down a long stretch of road with twist and turns and ups and downs. You mind your own business when BAM! A car hits you violently with force and when you wake up the first words you say is ‘what the hell just happen?’In a sense a relationship can act like this as well. It can end all of a sudden with no signs, signals, or even the thought of it ever happening.

There he sits at the bar, drinking his rum and coke in peace. His name is John Henderson. Just like everyone else at the bar, he is dressed in a proper suit and tie. The bar itself is has noire feel to it and is inside a very prestige restaurant. The reason why John is sitting at the bar is because he is waiting for his girlfriend. Drinking is drink, John begins to stare out into restaurant, looking at people eat, talk, and laugh away. John turns back to his drink and signals the bartender letting him know he wants another. All of a sudden, he feels a hand sitting on his shoulder. “Hello, John.” He turns and sees his girlfriend. “Hello, Marie. I got us a table at the window,” said John. She nods and they walk to their table. Like a gentlemen, he pulls out a chair for her and sits down across from her. They order their food and talk about their day.

Before John asked for the check, Marie stopped him and asks the waiter to come back later. “Aren’t you ready to go?” asked John. “Yes, but I want to talk a little bit more about.” “About what, Marie?” “About us John,” said Marie. “What about us?” asked John. “I mean, I-I just don’t love you anymore, John. You and I are growing apart. I barely see you as a friend. I don’t want to drag you through this illusion of false love I have for you,” said Marie. “Then why did you bother coming to dinner? Why tell me now, here in this place, Marie? This place where we met for the first time and this is where you want to tell me you don’t love me anymore? Why not just throw me in front of a bus and my heart into the gutter. The sad thing is I still love you and to hear you say that is like a dagger. Well you know what? Enjoy this place I now call misery and pay the bill of my heart and soul you just killed,” said John slowly raising his voice at Marie.

John stands up and knocks over his chair. He walks out the door and calls for a taxi. Marie asks for the check and tries not to shed a tear. John gets in the cab and tells the driver to just drive. John tries not to cry, but he keeps thinking about what he said to Marie. A single tear goes down his face. He wipes the tear off his face and looks out the window into the night. Still thinking how it all ended so fast.

A Formal Dinner Party

(A Fictional Story About Alcoholic Savages)

After about five minutes I poured a small amount of wine into the cup, finished dranking the wine, and just yelled, “Shut up you god damn savages!” They looked at me with a puzzled look. I believed it was because I called them savages. “Look. You all cannot start blaming each other for your own mistakes. Sarah, Martin loves you and does show that he cares, but you need to take time to actually pay attention for what he is doing for you. Martin, everyone has made a mistake at one point or another. If you truly love Sarah, then you can find a way to forgive her, yet if you can’t. Well it’s your call.” I then addressed Jeff and Gia. “Jeff, what I told Martin also applies to you. If you love her, then you need to show it and continue with rehab. Gia I know you love him, but the best way to prove it is by helping him overcome his addiction and to stop flirting with other men.” I finally addressed Zach and Mindy.

“Zach, you stayed with Mindy for most of your life. We now know that you are gay, but you have to realize how this affects Mindy. You and Mindy need to figure out what to do next. Stay committed or separate and either stay friends or go about your own lives and never speak to each other again. And Mindy, Zach chose to stay with you, but if he wants to stay or go that is his choice. However, like I said talk and figure this out.” They all look at me and then each other. Each person had a puzzled look like I just gave them a test. Yet I can see them slowly absorbing the advice I gave them. I stood up and said to Martin, “Thanks for inviting me, Martin. Hopefully we can do this again once everything has settled down.” I went to the door and before I stepped out Martin yelled out, “Why are you taking the wine?” “I need it more than you right now Martin.” “But aren’t you a former alcoholic?” “Yes, Martin, but fuck it. Not today. Have a good night!” I then shut the door, walked down the steps and around the corner. I proceeded to drank the wine. I had to say it was an interesting dinner party. I then proceeded to the nearest trashcan. Damn the wine. It was a Yellow Tail.

A Formal Dinner Party

(A Fictional Story About Alcoholic Savages)

Part II

Alcohol tends to bring out a certain side of a person; that side being of course a depressed maniac with savage qualities. Most of my experiences with drunken people involved the drunk becoming violent, having rapid mood swings, and depressed. Luckily for this situation it was rapid mood swings. I presumed that Sarah had enough of Martin ignoring her during most of the evening and “snapped.” Now to be fair, Martin was ignoring her because Sarah was overreacting a lot and becoming rather disgust about various conversation of the night. When Martin continued to mindlessly ignore Sarah, Sarah began to raise her voice until she said, “I cheated on you! Did that get your attention?” When Sarah snapped, the room became immediately quiet because what she said. Martin had a look of shock on his face. “You what?” said Martin. Sarah showed look of regret, but she committed to her statement explaining to Martin that it was his fault for not showing interest in her. Martin countered saying that he does, but Sarah was oblivious to it and that she did the same.

Everyone began to turn on Sarah. I sat back and observed the breakdown taking place in front of me. Then the night began to make several twist and turns. Sarah then began to attempt to turn the table away from her. She turned on Gia by saying that Gia has been flirting with other men and going out drinking every other night. Jeff was furious. He began to go off on Gia when Martin explained that she knew about last week when Jeff tried to buy drugs from the man down the street on 8^th and 5^th avenue. I tried to settle the situation down, but was fruitless in the effort. Zach and Mindy seemed safe in the situation. Based on my knowledge of them both I presumed they were safe from the firestorm that the situation had become, but no.

Zach tried to defuse the situation by trying to explain his marriage and courtship of Mindy was similar to both couple’s situation. Martin turned on Zach by asking Mindy if she knew of Zach’s gay past. Mindy was horrified at this knowledge. I was shocked too. Zach tired to explain himself, but at the end announced that he was gay. Mindy fainted when she heard the news. At this point it was all out war. It was everyone versus everyone. I sat there trying to figure out a way to defuse the situation. I looked at them all and just imagined them as savages. Just savages arguing who is the guiltiest in offending the gods. Arguing whose fault it was for not praying for water for the corn fields. They were just drunk savages who can only be compared to politicians and monkeys.

A Formal Dinner Party

(A Fictional Story About Alcoholic Savages)

Part I

When trying to define a person, you first analyze their character. With the information gathered, you then judge the person. However, when you gather a group of people, it becomes even harder because now you are judging them as a whole rather than individually. Yet it is amazing how people can change with a flip of a dime. This was the case of a dinner party I went to a couple of months ago.

A friend of mine invited me to a get together. His name was Martin. He is a normal person from Baltimore I befriended in high school. He invited his parents Zach and Mindy, his friend Jeff, Jeff’s girlfriend Gia, and Martin’s girlfriend Sarah. I met them all before over a good distant of time. Martin’s parents were a very happy, old couple. Their lifestyle was like a combination of the fifties and sixties. Jeff was a former successful painter who dabbled in drugs in his late twenties. He got sober and now makes paintings that you would see in waiting rooms of dentist offices. I guess drugs were good for him creatively, but not mentally. Jeff’s girlfriend Gia was the one who got him sober. Gia is a preacher’s daughter and ran the rehab center that Jeff went to. They met at one of meetings and it was “love at first sight.” And then there is Martin’s girlfriend Sarah. Sarah is the only person I never actually met. Based on the information Martin told me, I believe she is nice. However, she looks like the kind of person who can be bitchy. Yet that is my opinion.

I arrived early and waited in the living room with Martin for about ten minutes until the rest of guest showed up. Everyone sat at the dining room table. I sat across at the end of the table while everyone else sat clockwise from me in the order of their arrival. The food for the party was assorted finger foods and a turkey. Everyone proceed to drink wine and talk throughout the evening. I chose not to drink because of my past alcoholism. So I just had water. I was silent most of the night because the topics being discussed were just awful conversation topics. I mainly just observed everyone. Surprising everyone got tipsy very fast. Gia was very loose which was surprising to me because of her religious background. Jeff and Zach were increasingly chatty while Mindy was appearing to be dazing off. Sarah became more demanding while Martin started to blow her off. I was just chuckling at the rapid deterioration of everyone. I imagined them all as little children. All of them just arguing over whose next to finger paint. It was just amazing. I just started to chuckle away. Then the inevitable happened.