Void
I can't help feeling similar to Jonathan Shields in "The Bad and the Beautiful" (1952). It has haunted me ever since I watched it two years ago for a film class. Of course, I will never betray anyone for any means, but like Shields, once a project or goal is finished, I don't feel satisfied at all. Instead, I feel anguish and longing - like I have just lost purpose and have suddenly been reduced to nothing. I can be anything and do anything, but once I stop, I sink away into the shadows.
It is not as if I pursue a goal or task because I enjoy it either. It...[More]
Passing of Dreams
The doctor is placed into a deep sleep next to the patient, his head in a device connected to the head of the patient's. The scene pans across the patient's brown eyes to the blue eyes of the doctor, the irises of which are blue. The doctor awakens in a bed that is not his own and quickly realizes he is in the mind of the patient....[More]
Immortality
You often see movies or books about people who can never die, but usually they also heal super fast from any wound or injury. Just a thought on my end, but what if you can never die, but you heal at a normal rate?
The scary part about this is that the normal person can relate since no fast healing is involved. The person in the character is essentially still conscious no matter what happens. What’s to say this doesn’t occur in real life? Obviously you can’t heal from everything or live forever, but what’s to say your consciousness doesn’t continue drift along out there?
It probably wouldn’t work that well as a film because you can’t show the inside of someone’s mind (supposing you take a first person perspective). From an outside observer though, that might work. Ideally, a book would work better so you can see the main character’s thoughts.
The story…[More]
Undo
Scroll through a series of scenes showing every day life. Closer shots show they are actually running backwards. Over time, we see that these are all mistakes that people make (spilling coffee, breaking tables, etc) that are fixed by going backwards in time.
Eventually we come to the scene of a car accident with a car pinning a helpless victim to a tree. The scene running backwards, however, does not solve the issue. The car pulls away and the victim slides to the ground. The car is intact - in fact, it's brand new - but the person is still dead.
Friend in the Shadows
The whole time he is alone until he one day notices someone standing in the shadows on the other side of the river. The person can't really be seen and is just a dark figure. The man calls and waves out. The person doesn't say anything, but the man assumes it's because they're too far apart to hear each other. However, the person seems to motion or signal back before fading back into the shadows.
The man doesn't see this person again until one day he injures himself along...[More]
Three Years Past
His friends tell him he's crazy. When the boy tries to use his ice cream as proof, they tell him he just got it from across the street. Defeated, the boy just accepts his situation for the time being.
His learning is accelerated and he quickly adapts to his new life. He seems to learn things instantaneously sometimes (such as math) even though he doesn't remember having been good at it before. One day his friends bug him about the ice cream again and the boy gets irritated. The boy suddenly shouts, "How could I have gotten the ice cream...[More]
Left Behind
-- Cut to door outside hallway. --
» Boy opens it and walks in with Friend1 and Friend2 (back to us).
-- Cut to front of group, angled to show only Boy's face. --
» Group walks toward camera down hallway, talking and laughing. Boy talking and laughing with them.
» Boy drops...[More]
Juggling Dreams
Sometimes you feel unstoppable, great, as if the world is only beginning, and you are at the center of it all. You get ideas, schemes that you never dared consider before, and now that you have, you feel obligated to pursue them, to drive them as far as you possibly can. At first you're not sure if you're up to the task; the first step looks hard and difficult. Then you toss in the first challenge, the first dream, and then the second, and then the third.
Pretty soon, you're not only tossing and catching all three, you are actually juggling. You can juggle two at a time, worry about the third later. Or you can juggle all three at once, perhaps without even breaking a sweat. Over time, you get better; you've gone far beyond anything you ever hoped to do, juggling three when at first you dared not even juggle one. You're ready for more; you want a challenge.
And so you throw in the…[More]
Why Not to Concentrate
Yet that moment sparked a curious interest in me. It made me realize that concentration, such as the concentration of all that pain in my toe, was not a good thing. When one is trapped in a cell, concentrated in a small space, he is not happy. When one is told how and what to think, to concentrate and narrow his mind, he is not happy. Even in politics, concentration is not a good thing; Americans don’t like concentration of power. Concentration means communism, dictatorship - all the things we fought to eliminate in past wars. Just...[More]
Doing What Counts
"Thank you so much," the woman said, standing back in amazement. "You kids are doing so much these days."
"It's no big deal," Pete chuckled, pulling out a sheet of paper from his pocket. "Really, I should be thanking you instead."
"What's...[More]
Open Doors
Ambitious Perfection
I am also a perfectionist. I attain to every niche and detail of all that I do. If it holds but a single flaw, it must be fixed, redone, or scrapped from existence. My tolerance for the world is high, just not for myself. Everything I do must meet my expectations. No. Everything I do must exceed my expectations, must breathe and echo success.
Life is Like a Mountain Climb
In my climb towards the summit, my goals have often centered about fields of which I am familiar, with my satisfaction being the chance to prove myself and fully exercise my potential. By focusing my goals and opportunities, I build on what I do best, expanding my base of skills and allowing each consecutive goal to lead to the success of the next. While I may not always reach the...[More]
The World At Hand
Upon reaching adulthood, these same individuals only double their attitudes; their issues remain more or less of the same importance. Ownership can no longer be resolved in small quarrels;...[More]
Passing of Times
A Day's Lost
I did not understand; I had almost straight As - perhaps one B. I opened my mouth to protest, but immediately she thrust her finger into my right eye.
"Son! Why do you have a scar on your cheek? Wash it off!"
I stared...[More]
Five Fingers
In broad daylight, it was easy to see that he held up all five fingers; whether he held them intentionally or he simply waved his entire hand carelessly, it was not clear. It did not matter what answer was given or if any was given to him at all. If I suggested five, he would merely insist the thumb was not a finger; if I suggested four, he would say otherwise. If I did not answer or I answered wrong, I'd just be blind.
Sometimes people forget that I was once able to see just as well as any of them. When much younger and not ruined by misadvice and overwork, not being able to see was unheard of; it was inconceivable. Warned as we were, told to be on the watch for any signs of blur or fatigue, none of us could imagine the seemingly distant notion actually becoming reality. Seeing was a divine right, an...[More]
Pining Over Apples
How wrong it was. With a heavy thud, it crashed and rolled about the tabletop, helpless on its side, rolling hopelessly without an end. With a simple plunge of the knife, blade delving deep, the coat was split. Restrained by nothing more than my bare hands, the leafy blades...[More]
Tree Warriors
And so the tree deployed its minions, the grassblades, against the evercoming rebels. The men roared and screamed at the sight of the seemingly infinite number of enemies before them. At last, they realized to their horror; they were painfully outnumbered.
But fear not! For the rebels had been well prepared and a secret weapon was at their disposal. One of the lowly rebels scurried quickly and returned with the long awaited... lawnmower. And with this lawnmower, the rebels advanced, plowing through the endless fields of grass, charging through flying grassroots and chunks of dirt and mud.
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