INT. ALLEYWAY - EVENING
MAGS runs into the shot, not looking
behind her, she is running at full speed. A few more seconds and we can
see why. Hundreds of dog-sized spiders are clamoring after her. Like a
massive moving wave of sheer terror.
We see MAGS pick up her cellphone. She hits a number with her thumb and brings it to her face.
MAGS:
Professor.
PROFESSOR: (V.O.)
Yes?
MAGS:
Can you help me out here. I'm in kind of a bind.
PROFESSOR: (V.O.)
Hold on.
MAGS:
Well I can, but I don't think those behind me will.
PROFESSOR:
Very well.
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Only Death Can Save You Now
Max's eyes took in what was going on around him. He paused, his mind racing through various actions he could take. It looked like he was panicking for a second.
The huge troll stepped out of the tunnel, with big battle axe in hand and it came at Max like a runaway locomotive.
Max had emptied his clips into the damn thing; it appeared that his bullets didn't phase it.
With no other option, Max turned the guns around to be used as blunt objects and he ran towards the troll.
Four Ladies and a Wild
Frank laid the cards down on the table, and sat back and grinned. It was the first time that he had an actual grin that seemed to radiate what he felt inside. "Read'em and weep boys."
Goner tossed his cards onto the table in disgust. He was sure that he had a pat hand, but seeing Frank's ladies staring up at him made him wince in pain.
"Awww poor baby," Suki said as she leaned over and gave Goner a hug. "Do you want that towel now?"
Goner shrugged her off with a nod. He wasn't sure how, but he thought Frank had cheated.
> Debashis in Plureality 3
Finger on switch, ready to pull, a look of excitement on the face of
one. The other's siting at the table, a half-smoked cigarette resting
in the tray – menthol light – half interested.
“How about if you pull that dimmer switch less than halfway down, just to make it zap us, but not too loudly…just a whisper.”
“What’s the point? Let’s just go all the way.”
This little power struggle goes on for a bit of time. One suggesting moderation, the other insisting full steam ahead, both infusing their versions in that nice, and passive-aggressive kind of way.
“I just want a taste.”
“That’s just foreplay and masturbation – sauce and gravy – give me the meat!”
“You’re just gross. You’re an adrenaline junkie. And you’re trying to turn me into one too.”
“Geeeez!!!!! Will ya’ just live a little? With you it’s always, ‘watch out’, ‘be careful’, ‘not too much’. You’re the idiot who takes one fucking toe at a time into the pool while everyone else already swam to the other side of the crater."
“And you push too hard. Ain’t everyone like you, you know. Nothin’ wrong with going slow! And besides, it can hurt. Do damage to yourself. Why do I have join you on this shit?” A long suck from the smoke was more calming than expected.
Well, they weren’t passive-aggressive anymore. Finger on switch, one’s ready to pull, while the other glaring, wordlessly daring defiance. The catalytic electric inducer was better than sex, better than coke, better than weed. A recent invention, it could give the receiver doses of total euphoria-messed-upness that induced all the effects of any age-old vice of choice, with the same range of effects from a buzz to unconsciousness. But its effects were immediate…and maybe just a bit unpredictable.
“Come on, let’s just do this! It’ll buzz for bit, we’ll feel fucking awesome and then it’ll be over. You got nothing to lose.”
“I just don’t like the zap. That just hurts – I hate pain.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Fine, how about instead of full tilt, we’ll go three quarters. You’re a loser.”
“Look, if we can’t go one-quarter, I’m not doin’ this with you."
This half-negotiation goes on. They bully each other, half-heartedly, exchanging insults along the way. Finger on switch, one’s tempted to just pull without the other’s approval. The other inhales a mouthful of cigarette smoke, then inhales a mouthful of rum-shine brew.
“So, we’re settled on one-third power?”
“Fine. Count of three?”
Both disappointed, but ready, one arches the back, takes a deep breath, readying for the anticipated pulse of shock-buzz about to pulsate through the veins. The other, finger on switch, eyeballs getting wild with excitement and maybe even a glint of ……
“One………two……”
“I’m going to kill you after this.”
“Three!”
Finger pushes switch. An ominous hum permeates the room. Punctuations of little crackle noises. As the pulses engulf their bodies, the cat walks by and can hear from one:
“YEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!!! LET’S KICK IT!!!!!!!”
From the other:
“I’m going to …”
Then a bang and a white flash of light, a smell of burning magnesium, a cat screech, body-vibrations. Explosions inside the brain or outside? Euphoria and lift-off.
BANG and then black.
“How about if you pull that dimmer switch less than halfway down, just to make it zap us, but not too loudly…just a whisper.”
“What’s the point? Let’s just go all the way.”
This little power struggle goes on for a bit of time. One suggesting moderation, the other insisting full steam ahead, both infusing their versions in that nice, and passive-aggressive kind of way.
“I just want a taste.”
“That’s just foreplay and masturbation – sauce and gravy – give me the meat!”
“You’re just gross. You’re an adrenaline junkie. And you’re trying to turn me into one too.”
“Geeeez!!!!! Will ya’ just live a little? With you it’s always, ‘watch out’, ‘be careful’, ‘not too much’. You’re the idiot who takes one fucking toe at a time into the pool while everyone else already swam to the other side of the crater."
“And you push too hard. Ain’t everyone like you, you know. Nothin’ wrong with going slow! And besides, it can hurt. Do damage to yourself. Why do I have join you on this shit?” A long suck from the smoke was more calming than expected.
Well, they weren’t passive-aggressive anymore. Finger on switch, one’s ready to pull, while the other glaring, wordlessly daring defiance. The catalytic electric inducer was better than sex, better than coke, better than weed. A recent invention, it could give the receiver doses of total euphoria-messed-upness that induced all the effects of any age-old vice of choice, with the same range of effects from a buzz to unconsciousness. But its effects were immediate…and maybe just a bit unpredictable.
“Come on, let’s just do this! It’ll buzz for bit, we’ll feel fucking awesome and then it’ll be over. You got nothing to lose.”
“I just don’t like the zap. That just hurts – I hate pain.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Fine, how about instead of full tilt, we’ll go three quarters. You’re a loser.”
“Look, if we can’t go one-quarter, I’m not doin’ this with you."
This half-negotiation goes on. They bully each other, half-heartedly, exchanging insults along the way. Finger on switch, one’s tempted to just pull without the other’s approval. The other inhales a mouthful of cigarette smoke, then inhales a mouthful of rum-shine brew.
“So, we’re settled on one-third power?”
“Fine. Count of three?”
Both disappointed, but ready, one arches the back, takes a deep breath, readying for the anticipated pulse of shock-buzz about to pulsate through the veins. The other, finger on switch, eyeballs getting wild with excitement and maybe even a glint of ……
“One………two……”
“I’m going to kill you after this.”
“Three!”
Finger pushes switch. An ominous hum permeates the room. Punctuations of little crackle noises. As the pulses engulf their bodies, the cat walks by and can hear from one:
“YEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!!! LET’S KICK IT!!!!!!!”
From the other:
“I’m going to …”
Then a bang and a white flash of light, a smell of burning magnesium, a cat screech, body-vibrations. Explosions inside the brain or outside? Euphoria and lift-off.
BANG and then black.
Ticket to Happiness
"Are you an angel?" the little girl asked Maggie. Maggie and Angst happened to be passing by her. "You're so beautiful."
Maggie smiled at the little girl in the old clothes. The child had been sitting on the steps of her home. "It's amazing isn't it?" Maggie said turning back to Angst.
"What is?" Angst said.
"No matter how many shifts we go through, how many sites we capture, we always end up with similarities in each world," she said. "I guess there is no true utopia waiting out there."
"I guess if there was we wouldn't have a job," Angst stated. "And we would have never met." Maggie cracked a smile.
Maggie and Angst walked down the street, the February evening air was bitter and unwelcome. Winter was showing her true colours. Both girls walked the brisk walk as if they were going somewhere important or they didn't trust the neighbourhood that they were in. It wasn't a pretty section of the neighbourhood and they knew it wasn't the worst either.
"So what brings us here?" Angst asked. She kept in perfect stride with Maggie.
"Our feet," Maggie quipped back, making Angst chuckle.
"I know that," Angst added. "Does it serve a purpose or are we just getting our exercise?"
"Oh, if I wanted exercise I would be battling demonic hordes," Maggie replied. "Besides Angst, you should know that I have a purpose for everything I do."
Mags walked into the convenience store and looked upon the counter; she was looking at the instant win cards. Angst went over to the cooler and took out a can of pop.
"I'll take that one, that one and that one," Maggie told the cashier as she pointed to instant cash tickets.
"What are you doing?" Angst asked. She had placed her cola on the counter and was fishing for change from her purse.
"Oh, it's called gambling," Maggie said smugly.
"Smart ass," Angst chuckled.
No sooner had they left the store than Maggie began to scratch one of her tickets.
"I still got it," she said to the card. Which made Angst do a double-take, her eyes widening with excitement.
"Oh my," Angst said, peering over at the card as they walked. Seeing the secrets hidden behind the panel revealed. "What the heck are you going to do with that?"
They were walking past the house where they had seen the girl. Maggie placed the card into the mail slot, turning to Angst and saying, "They need this more than I do."
The $10,000 game prize sat in the mail box.
Maggie smiled at the little girl in the old clothes. The child had been sitting on the steps of her home. "It's amazing isn't it?" Maggie said turning back to Angst.
"What is?" Angst said.
"No matter how many shifts we go through, how many sites we capture, we always end up with similarities in each world," she said. "I guess there is no true utopia waiting out there."
"I guess if there was we wouldn't have a job," Angst stated. "And we would have never met." Maggie cracked a smile.
Maggie and Angst walked down the street, the February evening air was bitter and unwelcome. Winter was showing her true colours. Both girls walked the brisk walk as if they were going somewhere important or they didn't trust the neighbourhood that they were in. It wasn't a pretty section of the neighbourhood and they knew it wasn't the worst either.
"So what brings us here?" Angst asked. She kept in perfect stride with Maggie.
"Our feet," Maggie quipped back, making Angst chuckle.
"I know that," Angst added. "Does it serve a purpose or are we just getting our exercise?"
"Oh, if I wanted exercise I would be battling demonic hordes," Maggie replied. "Besides Angst, you should know that I have a purpose for everything I do."
Mags walked into the convenience store and looked upon the counter; she was looking at the instant win cards. Angst went over to the cooler and took out a can of pop.
"I'll take that one, that one and that one," Maggie told the cashier as she pointed to instant cash tickets.
"What are you doing?" Angst asked. She had placed her cola on the counter and was fishing for change from her purse.
"Oh, it's called gambling," Maggie said smugly.
"Smart ass," Angst chuckled.
No sooner had they left the store than Maggie began to scratch one of her tickets.
"I still got it," she said to the card. Which made Angst do a double-take, her eyes widening with excitement.
"Oh my," Angst said, peering over at the card as they walked. Seeing the secrets hidden behind the panel revealed. "What the heck are you going to do with that?"
They were walking past the house where they had seen the girl. Maggie placed the card into the mail slot, turning to Angst and saying, "They need this more than I do."
The $10,000 game prize sat in the mail box.
The Art of Daydreaming
Max sat on the bench waiting for the bus to come along, leaning back and enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and he was ready to take on the world.
"Say sir," a voice stirred him from his daydream. He was watching the clouds showing him how realities merged. "Are you watching the clouds?"
Max turned his attention to the child. "Why yes."
"That's cool," the child said. "I like what they have to say now and then."
"Me too," Max said after he took a long puff and blew out a cloud-shaped smoke ring.
"That's way cool!" the child exclaimed with excitement.
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