Friday, 26 October 2012

Flash Fiction: Home Sweet Home

He watched in disgust as the man walked amongst the red lights in search for a green. Once he found one, he produced the small piece of aluminium that he had stowed away in his pocket, put it in the slot in the door, and walked inside. The small, plain building morphed into the house that was encrypted on the aluminium. Home. Tomorrow the man would remove the piece of metal and probably put it in another slot. The next day he would change slots again, and the day after that, and the day after that.

They all did.

Charles despised the way technology had progressed. It had once amazed him, thus his career choice as an electrical technician. But now it merely gave him a source of aggravation. Technology had crossed the line; its amelioration had cost him his job – his entire career – and now his home.

He walked up to a door with a green light and inserted his own aluminium piece into the slot. When he opened the door he was met with his hallway, just the way he had left it that morning. He went outside; his door was blue and the hedges trimmed from the several hours he’d put in during the weekend to tidy them up. But there was one thing that he knew wouldn’t be right. He stepped inside, strolled over to his bedroom window. It had once embraced the most beautiful sight, but not anymore. The busy main roads were a demotion from the sea waves that would crash into the rocks on the edge of the beach he used to live by.

No, he did not like technology of today. Thanks to technology, there was no such thing as living someplace anymore. People would leave a house and someone else would claim it. That’s why Charles was where he was now.

He wasn’t having any of it; he stood up. If they wanted to keep up to date with technology, that’s fine. But he didn’t. He wanted things the way they used to be. He went downstairs to the basement, grabbed the tool kit. He left the house, watched it change to the simple plain white house with a green light that it was before, and walked purposefully to the beach.

Charles peeked through the window at the couple watching TV in his house. “There are two flaws in this new technology,” he whispered darkly as he traced the piece of metal sticking out of the slot with a finger. “One: you cannot lock the houses from the outside. Two...” He pulled the aluminium piece out and watched as everything disappeared inside the house with a flash of red and then green. “...that can happen.”

It didn’t take too much work to fit a lock into the door and weld a piece of sheet metal over his aluminium piece in the slot. He admired the view from his window and smiled.

Home sweet home.

Friday, 19 October 2012

I dunno if you fellow screenwriters have already heard of this...


No? Celtx is free media pre-production software designed for writing screen and stageplays, films and loads of other cool media projects. I've only recently started using it, and it. is. AWESOME! So guess what? BOOM I've done two stageplays and a screenplay.

No more gritting my teeth because Word likes to be a bitch and ruin my format - Celtx figures out the format for me.

There's also a piece of software called Final Draft that is also specifically for screenwriting, but that costs money, so just...just don't. Save your money.

Wow, I could totally be a market salesperson!

And if there are any authors out there who are sick and tired of that mocking blank white screen, I hear ya. Which is why I'm about to tell you that I use a website called Writer ( Oh, I just did! Writer uses the older green screen...monochrome monitor displays as opposed to the white screen that Word uses, and you can get a full-screen writing environment by a push of the F11 key. And more importantly, it's free. I find it much better...although that could be to do with the fact that I like vintage...

Anyways, there you go. I've done my bit, now you've just got to get writing!

Which reminds me, I haven't posted any stories for a while...

My bad! Seriously guys, I've been so busy these past three weeks what with uni, but it's all gonna change soon. I'm workin' on something.

And I wrote a stageplay version of 'Final Exam', which is going to be used in Proteus now. Here's the script; consider it a treat from me (I wrote it before I'd heard of Celtx, as you can probably tell).
Final Exam

Keep smiling!


Thursday, 18 October 2012

I got a story

I actually pretty much was!!!

It's hard to explain. I've never had that strong a pull to a story before, and I must admit it was kinda creepy (and especially scary for my housemate, Will, but we'll get back to that!).

Basically, I was walking back to Halls from uni after Proteus (it's a fortnightly thing where you get to write a short 10-minute play and then direct/act it out ready for the next Proteus meeting). It's probably about a 40-minute walk, and we'd just missed a bus so I thought instead of waiting for another half hour I'll try to beat the bus (I think I did it...not quite sure). I was dying to write down this idea I had for the theme we were given - 'Home' - so I just left my friends and only remembered how terrified I was of the dark when I'd turned the corner. I kept jumping at shadows and was just constantly on edge for like half the journey and then a new idea started to click into place. And then I'd pieced it all together like a jigsaw puzzle.

The next thing I know I've stormed into the boy's kitchen in my house, and my hand is killing with cramp after writing as quickly as was physically possible. Will, one of my housemates, was pussyfooting round me, asking if it was safe to come in. Apparently I had screeched at him to leave me alone and "LET ME GET THIS WRITTEN DOWN!"


I can't stop apologizing to him, but as a result I have an awesome piece of work that can be used as a play, or even better as a short film.

Anyway, I just thought I'd let you guys know that. Oh, and I've started a writing course on top of doing an Aerospace Engineering degree (did I mention I'm now a student at the University of Leicester?)! So soon you'll be getting a heck of a lot more posts from me.

Right, sleep now - I'm so knackered after all that commotion!

Keep smiling!


Thursday, 11 October 2012

Flash Fiction: Baby Breaks

If only it was possible to strangle a hologram. “I told you what I thought of those things,” I say through clenched teeth. “No.” Why can’t she just drop it?

“But you need a break,” she whines for the umpteenth time. If I had a nickel...

“What I need is for you to get out of my face about the whole thing.”

“Don’t you want to come back to work?”

Really? That’s her trump card? “That’s not the priority anymore.”

“It can be,” she continues to assert the issue. “It wouldn’t make you less of a mother if you were to do that.”

Yes it would. I gaze down at the gurgling bundle in my arms. “Putting a baby through something like that just so that I can go out partying with you guys or whatever is selfish and vindictive. It’s even worse than dumping the child on your parents all the time. No, I’m not doing it.”

“And it’s fair to be an emotional wreck in front of your baby all the time?” I am not an emotional wreck! “Just one hour,” she continues when I don’t say anything. “That’s all. One hour. Then you can pick up from where you left off.”

“No. No. It won’t stop off at just one hour. It will become two hours, every day, and before you know it you’re seventy, with a two-year-old child.”

“The hell are you talking abo-”

“That’s how my parents died,” I snap suddenly. I don’t mean to, but she’s worked me up about this since the damned child was born. “They just kept putting me in that damned stasis box, and had breaks, or went on holiday, or whatever. Without me. I was three when they died. Hell, I was still in the fucking box when they died! They never even bothered with me!” Now she’s quiet.

“Oh, Danielle...”

“I’m sorry if I’m considered old fashioned because I’m not following the trend like everybody else, but I’m not doing that to my baby.”

The hologram disappears. The bundle cries. But it’s the most comforting sound to ring in my ears.

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