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David Sugarman
- UK
- Last Record: 2013-04-19 07:52:38 -1000
- Joined: Feb 05, 2010
- http://infinitybuttons...
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Some distance away, though not as far as you might think, there is a hill. The kind of hill that looks like a perfectly kept lawn from a distance, but when you stand upon it you can see how much... |
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fleet of foot
breaking branches running with your sister to feel the shock of shattered bone and dance under a fountain of hot leaping blood - which you drink an... |
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The the the the the run! Of the litter!
Never fall never tall always more ever scorned but forever torn and left broken bleeding sighing sleeping on the train tracks at night wher... |
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A second draft of the screenplay by myself & Phen. After the advice on the previous draft, especially from Lawrie, I cut a couple of scenes and slightly restructured it. Also did a bit of a dialogue overhaul to cut down on unnecessary swears. I do think this is better than the initial draft, but as ever, let us know.
Thanks for reading.
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the children saw the shooting star fall into the playground. and though it was past their bedtime they all ran out to find it and find it they did amidst the swings and slides and heaps of shredded...
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Our landlord is the Rat King.
We didn't realise until we moved in; when the previous tenants showed us around, they told us the front room was occupied by their friend. Sleeping off a ha... |
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Who was it?
Who was it who fell? Fell, yes, blazing with shame and beauty with wings aflame, Fearing nothing, but knowing his end was coming all the same, Body marked with solar... |
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First verse a capella (no instrumentation) Chorus chords: A, C, G x4 (stay on the G for twice as long as either the A or C) Last time through, G descends to G... |
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Feel it there behind your eyes. Lurking like some dark beast, yellow teeth bared, claws sheathed for now. But this is no dumb animal. This is a cre... |
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a. Hello. b. Hi. a. You OK? b. Not too bad, ye... |
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He exploded in her mind was full of colours. Rainbows & unicorns galloped across the underneath. Who spoke in whispers through a megaphone? Forgotten but not forgetting your history lessons ... |
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*** Important note: whatever responses people want to do for this collab, I'd rather nobody writes any letters either to or from Daisy. I don't know where I'm taking this yet, but w... |
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It's not direct sunlight, so I figure this was her Gloam, right?
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Why is Thunder such a good lover? It always lets Lightning come first. |
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Yes, that's right: here, in text form, is a collaboration between the wonderfully talented Phenomenaaa, and yours truly.
It's a screenplay for a short film, and - for now, at least, it's called People Who Hate People. Hopefully you'll get why when you read it.
We wanted to write something that was achievable on a low-budget, but would also be a new challenge for the HR community.
Our hope is that, at the very least, people will read it and enjoy it. Beyond that, we are hoping that RegularJoe, your friend & mine, will see fit to take this script on in some fashion as director (and star?). That it will become a big HR project that we can all work on together.
But if not, we just hope to make you a) laugh, b) sigh and c) go "Aww" and wish that life was like the movies.
Indian ink/ brush & pen.
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How do I explain strawberry bootlaces? Well. I suppose they are kind of liquorice... they are thin strands of red chewy stuff that's meant to taste like strawberry; but, just like ev... |
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Equal parts Julian Fellowes, Stephen Fry, Clive Candy and Tobias Fünke
Rather less strident than Todd's reading.
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Adapted from missamerica's story The Emancipation of Harold, the Office Cat, based on Nattie's drawing of The Office Cat.
INT. HAROLD'S APARTMENT... |
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Note: The first version of this story was written for Tori's 10min writing challange collab. While I think the short version of Outwild Hunters works well enough on ... |
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There is a distinct pleasure that accompanies the discovery of a word. It need not be a new word to feel new to you; just an unknown quanitity introduced to your vocabulary. Sounds and meanings ... |
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