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A place for some stories, script extracts or poems, whatever I feel like posting.
Most of the time it will be some intro sequence of some sort to a story, game, book, movie or something along those lines.

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Have fun readin'!

DEMON STRIKE NINE

Some of you might remember the story I came up with in one of my "How Tos". Well it inspired me to an entire game! Yey! An adventure full of puzzles and mysteries, friendship and dark magic! *excited*

Anyways to get into the matter I wrote this beginning as start like a story. It's a little back since I wrote it but that doesn't really matter.

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A pair of headlights broke through the darkness of night. In curves, they slowly made their way towards the coastline, passing chirping fields under a starry sky. Music echoed over the width.
“Here in my town, my little town, my little town, my town, this is my town...“
Sam rolled his eyes at his friend. Lawrence, the driver, had short blond hair and wore glasses over an intellectual face. Sam opposed him with the slight tan that seemed to cover his whole body year-round, black hair falling wildly curled over a pair of green eyes. After exchanging a grin Lawrence picked up the singing again while Sam searched for the map. Soon after, his upper body was covered by crumpled lines of different color and intensity. It took him a while but finally Sam pointed his finger onto the paper, which immediately gave way with a tearing sound.
“Oh. Well, there we were...“, he commented shrugging his shoulders, “Turn left at the next crossroad. We should be able to see the ocean soon.“
“Here I go!“
Lawrence turned the wheel and the car swung swiftly over the tarmac. After another few kilometers of fields, something black arose from the horizon. The blond blinked at his friend. Sam nodded, the car moving evenly closer to the great black wall.
“Alright“, Lawrence grimaced and continued dryly: “why not turn this into a horror movie...“
Sam laughed. A quick glance at the shredded map in his hands told him there was only one road leading through the thicket so he carefully stored it away into his backpack. Suddenly the black-head looked up. The car was almost near to crouching by now.
“Carry your car.”, he mumbled louder than necessary. When nothing happened, he turned to shoot a You-can’t-be-serious-look at the driver who’s head had shrunk deep between two muscular shoulders. After seconds of effortless ignoring, the blond added with a shudder: “Not that I care...“
Then the forest swallowed the car.

The road was bumpy and Sam had a hard time keeping their luggage from tumbling all over the place.

“Are you sure th-th-this is the-he right w-w-way?“, Lawrence managed to bring forth between one great hole and another.
“Yes!“, Sam shouted over the loud noise, “It should be just past the forest!“
His friend muttered something unheard and they continued deeper into the trees. 

Branches of a bush hit the windscreen and the men jumped. The small car still in motion, Lawrences frantically ran his eyes over the front. He loved his car but stepping out there to look for damages seemed stupid and irresponsible, and his foot stayed on the gas. Another ten minutes went by. Silently, the two men followed the changing textures touched by the light cone, the radio still playing jolly music. Finally the trees opened to a blueish light and the coastline appeared in the distance. The men sighed of relief, then laughed. One more minute, just a few meters more, and they would leave this gruesome place for good. Lawrence opened his mouth to sing along with the radio in silence, more than relived to be though the worst of their journey. Sam chuckled at his friends’ manner, then turned to have a last look of the outer world of branches and mist, long grasses and twining trees. Before he noticed, his eyes followed a group of dark, tall shadows outside.
“Stop! Stop, Lawrence!”
Brakes squealed and the car came to a halt. Lawrence fist hit the steering wheel.
“God damn it, Sam! You gave me a heart a- Sam? Sam!"

Before the blond could do anything, his friend had vanished into the woods.
Silence. It had washed over the scene with Sams exit. Now it broke into his lonely companion with fearsome intensity. Quickly a hand reached for the handle of the passenger door and closed it shut. He blinked. Something was wrong with the radio. White noise, meant no reception. He checked his phone. Same result. Again the hand moved for a handle. He hesitated... and let go.

Dry branches hindered Sam in his hasty forthcoming. He had seen someone. He was sure of it. And for no apparent reason, he had left the car, and Lawrence with it. Now there was no turning back. He had left orientation the moment he had left the street. His only fix point: a dark figure shifting from one place to another.
It felt like hours until a small glade opened right before him, so sudden, that Sam stumbled and fell.
He grunted. What was he doing here anyways?
“H-hello?” The voice sounded thin and unhealthy and caught Sam by surprise. It seemed he had reached his destination, whatever that would be. Hands for support, he got up. It took him a moment, to adjust to the blue surrounding.  
A man, about 50 years old, was crouching in the center of the meadow. His left shoulder leaned against a perfectly cube shaped stone.
“Do you need help?” Sam already knew the answer. There were bruises and scratches all over the mans’ body. But something made him hesitate.
“C-come here, boy... Help me up.”, Sam heard the man say. Automatically he started walking. Slowly his feet rustled through the high grass until they had reached the tramped down circled. Still 2 meters separating the two, the dark-haired struggled to halt.
“You need medication”, he said, finally getting his body back under controll but the man shook his head and repeated: “Help me up, boy. Help me...”

The man reached out his hand and Sam grabbed it. Confused he looked at his arm, suddenly unsure on why he had moved it. The man gave a terrible moan. No turning back, Sam reminded himself. If he helped the man now, he might lead him back to the street later.

A cry. Lawrence frantically stared out of the window but nothing happened. He opened it to listen more carefully but there was nothing more. No sound. No Sam. He had been waiting for 15 Minutes already and yet there was no sign. This time the hand didn't wait. Determined the man opened his car door and stepped outside. A soft breeze lifted his hair. His eyes fixed to the point where Sam had vanished before, he breathed in and shouted: “SAM!”
He repeated it several times. Again and again the name echoed through the forest, until a rustling answered his call. Green eyes disengaged from the darkness. A second later Lawrence was by Sams side, screaming at him in anger and fear. Sam simply smiled.
“Sorry. I won't do it again.”, he said softly. Lawrence went silent. He nodded, then turned to the car, his body still stiff from excitement. Both got in and left the forest towards the coast, towards the light. On the way Sam told his friend what had happened. Wrinkles shot over Lawrence's forehead.
“That's strange. How could he outrun you, then suddenly being the helpless victim? Are you sure he needed help?”

“Yes, yes. When I lifted him up he was so weak he fell back down, dragging me with him. That's where I got that from.”
Sam held out his left arm. A dark wound stretched from elbow to wrist.
“Why didn't you say so before?”, Lawrence demanded madly.
“I did now.”
“Well, yes, but- alright, there's nothing I could have done anyways...”, Lawrence grumbled. Then he added quickly: “Get it examined, first thing in the morning!”
“Yes, Sir!”, Sam saluted.

The opening credits of "One Particular Fairy Tale". Tada!
Well trouble is, it's not the easiest formatting text documents here, at least not scripts as I had to experience.
Usually I like the drawn line under each scene heading to go all the way over to the right, where the I/D, I/N, O/D or O/N stands.
But I guess it'll work this way too.
About scene 6 and 7: It's an intercut. Means in the movie we'd see a piece of each scene, then from the other and so forth. Usually it looks a lot more organised then here but they don't have tabs...

The music I chose can't be taken for the later movie of cause but it inspired me quite a deal and fits perfectly, if you hear it. My advise would be to first read through the script and then turn on the music and read it again, slowly, imagining each picture. Most of the time you actually HEAR the scene change in the music.

Have fun! And if there are any questions, feel free to comment or get in contact with me.

One Particular Fairy Tale

Music: Two Steps From Hell - Prelude to a Nightmare    

                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WR9CHuxSOaQ

Credits fade in and out while:

1 CHILD'S ROOM I/D

Wind blows through an open window. Toys lie scattered across the floor. In the middle a small red dress rests, moving to the breeze slowly.

2 HOUSE OF VICTIM I/D

In front of a middle class house, young PARENTS talk to two police OFFICERS. People pass by on their morning business. The woman cries in the arms of her husband. They exchange few words, then hand over a photograph of a young girl.

The girl's foto is printed on the front page of the newspaper.

Fade to...

3 NEWS CORNER O/D

 ...a stack of newspapers, the girls' picture still up front.

Passers-by take a specimin while a BOY shouts out the news, waving the papers high above his head.

                     NEWSBOY

          Missing series continues! More of the

          Ripper? Get the latest news! One
          shilling each! Little girl missing!
          Police out of-

4 LADIES ROOM I/D

In a well-lit room boks and pictures of fairy tale creatures hide a dark wooden desk. In the middle the empty pages of a sketchbook flip. Curtains dance at an open window.

5 POLICE STATION O/D

CHARLES leaves the police station in uniform through a

protesting crowd. The people cling to him and two other

CONSTABLES, not letting them pass.

Headlines of more missing people fill the news.
Children, students, men, women.

6 LADIES ROOM I/D                  7 FLAT I/D

A brush dips into color and    An ink pen dives into a

drives over a blank paper       pot of ink and sets down

of sketchbook. More color       onto a sheet of paper,

is added more stains and            leaving swift lines in

strands appear.                   brown.

 8 POLICE STATION O/D

Charles gets out of the mob and hurries further down the

street, the other constables still cramped between shouting people. A horse carriage passes him.

9 NEWS CORNER O/D

Charles grabs a newspaper from the stack and leaves two coins for the shouting boy. Without looking at them, he rolls the papers, holding them tight in his fist and walks onward.

10 FLAT I/D

Political books, mixed with studies of culture and new world discoveries pile on a messy desk.

Fotos of PATRICK and Charles of different ages decorate the walls, along-side some diploma and news articles.

11 FLAT O/D

Charles comes down the busy street and jumps up the few steps to a house.

12 LADIES ROOM I/D

A shadow dissappears from the sketchbook and the colored painting of a ghoul is revealed.

Title.

End of Credits.

The Prologue for my WITCH 2Gen Project JROCKint
I hope you like it. Here the former guardians have their first appearance in this new series. If you were wantering, how Taranee became the oracle, make sure to check out the Comic section!
 
 
Chapter One "Qailing Earth" P1 is almost finished with the 6th part online. I made a break so I can update the covers for the first and second chapter.
If you want to read them, please go to my Deviant Account, or Coles Website (see Home "other presence")

Below you'll find again some commentary thingy. Feel free to comment on anything on this part of my website. If there's something specific about a picture from the Gallery or a Sketchbook, please put your comment on the appropriate site. That makes it easier for me to stay on track and organise things.