Fingers, don't fail me now!
A couple of years ago, I wrote the beginning of a TERRIBLE short story here in this LiveJournal, which you can still read if you hate yourself or you want to feel less intimidated by me (if that were possible). And hey, if it embarrassed me once, why not go for a two-fer? Here is...
THE POST-BY-POST NEW STORY FROM YOUR FAVORITE INFANT, ANDRE!
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - RURAL JAPAN - NIGHT
MATSUMORI KOJI, 31, tall, balding, wearing glasses, carries a 2x4 on his shoulder past a flaming barrel. He wipes sweat from his glasses with the fingers of his free hand. Flaming barrels surround the frame of a church, casting shifting shadows on the surrounding forest. KOJI carries the 2x4 up a thirty foot tall ladder to the frame for the roof. He slides the 2x4 into a slot in the frame where a strut was missing, completing this side of the roof. Standing on the ladder, KOJI looks across at the opposite side of the roof, completely empty of struts. He looks through the empty roof, up at the night sky. The moon is a shining sliver. A screeching comes from the opposite direction, from the road. KOJI looks, but doesn't see anything. He hops down the ladder, three steps at a time, stumbling and recovering near the bottom of the ladder. He runs past the flaming barrels, past the pick up truck loaded down with lumber, to the road. As he reaches the road, the screeching stops. He turns around and is nearly run down by a PREGNANT AMERICAN WOMAN, covered in blood, crying out in pain. KOJI runs after her and catches her in a full nelson. He pulls her, struggling, back toward the construction site. She kicks him in the balls. He collapses, holding his balls, covered in her blood. She runs back to the road and off into the darkness, screeching like the doomsday whistle.
KOJI (in Japanese)
Son of a bitch! Oh my fucking God! That cunt! She kicked me right in the balls! Jesus Christ!
KOJI writhes on the ground. The wind blows out the fire in all the barrels.
KOJI (in Japanese)
And now I can't see. Son of a bitch.
Well, that's the first scene. It was done with no notes, no forethought, just one letter at a time, not knowing what was coming next, who the characters were, where they're going or what they are on Earth for. Maybe we'll find out.
P.S. It's not anime or a samurai melodrama or anything. I feel like we'll be going lots of places with this thing.
THE POST-BY-POST NEW STORY FROM YOUR FAVORITE INFANT, ANDRE!
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - RURAL JAPAN - NIGHT
MATSUMORI KOJI, 31, tall, balding, wearing glasses, carries a 2x4 on his shoulder past a flaming barrel. He wipes sweat from his glasses with the fingers of his free hand. Flaming barrels surround the frame of a church, casting shifting shadows on the surrounding forest. KOJI carries the 2x4 up a thirty foot tall ladder to the frame for the roof. He slides the 2x4 into a slot in the frame where a strut was missing, completing this side of the roof. Standing on the ladder, KOJI looks across at the opposite side of the roof, completely empty of struts. He looks through the empty roof, up at the night sky. The moon is a shining sliver. A screeching comes from the opposite direction, from the road. KOJI looks, but doesn't see anything. He hops down the ladder, three steps at a time, stumbling and recovering near the bottom of the ladder. He runs past the flaming barrels, past the pick up truck loaded down with lumber, to the road. As he reaches the road, the screeching stops. He turns around and is nearly run down by a PREGNANT AMERICAN WOMAN, covered in blood, crying out in pain. KOJI runs after her and catches her in a full nelson. He pulls her, struggling, back toward the construction site. She kicks him in the balls. He collapses, holding his balls, covered in her blood. She runs back to the road and off into the darkness, screeching like the doomsday whistle.
KOJI (in Japanese)
Son of a bitch! Oh my fucking God! That cunt! She kicked me right in the balls! Jesus Christ!
KOJI writhes on the ground. The wind blows out the fire in all the barrels.
KOJI (in Japanese)
And now I can't see. Son of a bitch.
Well, that's the first scene. It was done with no notes, no forethought, just one letter at a time, not knowing what was coming next, who the characters were, where they're going or what they are on Earth for. Maybe we'll find out.
P.S. It's not anime or a samurai melodrama or anything. I feel like we'll be going lots of places with this thing.