Thursday, April 16, 2009

Write Club Note Links

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I Hate Superheroes

A superhero rescued my girl. She'll never look at me the same. Surviving an attack. Jealousy. Office attack.

Lying as basis of all relationships.

A Metropolitan Job. Personal Suffering makes world a better place.

A guy discovers his friend is a superhero after he rants about how he hates them. Becoming a hero.


Last human survivor of a cosmic battle that destroyed an entire reality. Placed in a protective planet program, which, once his mind is wiped of the event, he's free to go back into his life.

Superheroes trying to repair realities as they fall apart, ideas and concepts crumbling as they crescendo.

Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus
Heroes are From Earth 1, Women are From

The Book of 5 Chambers

Page 1
Panel 1
A smoking gun held firmly straight out the side. It's a worn revolver but in great shape. We get a hint of the hand holding it, but the focus is the gun and the smoke.

N: The revolver discharges the metal leaving behind a lingering smoky trail.

Panel 2
The hand pops open the cylinder, there is one empty chamber.

N: All that is left behind is empty shells, spent and useless hunks of metal.

Panel 3
The hand turns the gun upside down and 5 empty casings fall out, tumbling through the air.

N: Disgarded without a thought.

Panel 4
Close up of the shells hitting the dirt stirring up a small dust cloud. They land next to a beaten and worn pair of cowboy boots.

N: They fall to the earth to be trampled upon.

Panel 5
Side shot, the hand holds the gun still propped open as the other free hand slides a bullet out of the belt.

N: You think of nothing as you reload.

Page 2
Panel 1
Close up of the cylinder as a bullet slips in.

Panel 2
A fresh grave, a mound of dirt with a rock on top. The shadow outline of our gunfighter is cast over it. Vultures loom in barren trees in the background.

N: You may dig a grave if you can afford the time afterwards.

Panel 3
Long wide shot as the gunfighter walks off into the barren landscape. The skeletal remains of a horse in the foreground.

N: You save the prayer for your own soul as you hope that God hasn't abandoned you.

Panel 4
Half length, establishing shot of gunfighter. In a dusty brown samurai like robe with an overcoat, his. His gun just poking out, facing backwards so the handle pops out like a sword hilt might.

N: Having met no god, you rely on what your pa gave you.

Panel 5
Close up of his hand (not the hand as seen on page 1, older, more weathered and calloused) as it brushes past the grip of his pistol.

N: A steady hand and a gun.

Page 3
Panel 1
A second bullet drops into the second chamber. Same shot as Page 2/Panel 1. This center shot repeats at the top of every page. A short of clock running through the 5 rings.

Panel 2
He's wearing a soldier's uniform from the Civil War. A confederate uniform. Torn up and patched and bloodied. We can see him a bit clearer, more definition in the eyes. A look of determination. It's raining like sleet.

N: The one thing you gave yourself was a purpose.

Panel 3
A swarm, a tidal wave of Union soldiers rise up over the hill towards us. The Gunfighter stands with his back to us, letting the other soldiers all just surge forward to be killed in droves.

N: You were born for killing. So you needed a reason.

Panel 4
The Gunfighter draws his gun from his hip. He steps forward from the same side he draws from. The water floods and splashes around his knees.

N: A war seemed like good enough of an excuse for years.

Panel 5
From below we see a close up of his hands covered in blood as he holds a woman's head in his grip. His hand is keeping her brains in as they seep out between his fingers. His eyes are wild with madness.

N: But there are no warriors in war. Just mad dog killers and victims.

Page 4
Panel 1
Bullet three slides in the chamber.

Panel 2
The Gunfighter is stripped down to his shirt, he's bleeding from three gunshots, one shoulder, one leg, and a gut shot. But his shooting arm is still strong. As he aims right at us.

N: You tell yourself that you'll kill these bastards...

Panel 3
Close up of a slick, smug face as he lights up a cigar with a match. His head is blown out the side of his head.

N: These sick evil lunatics.

Panel 4
From within the flames of a fireplace, a dead face, shot in the head, stares at us as it begins to burst into flames.

N: You were ridding the world of scum, purging mankind.

Panel 5
An old man stands behind a fire as a bullet carves its way through the flames and blows a hole through his chest.

N: Doing god's work for him.

Page 5
Panel 1
Bullet four drops into the chamber.

Panel 2
The gunfighter is ducking behind a shot up cross with his gun raised. There are bullet holes all around him. He's looking upward. There are bullets firing towards us.

N: You start finding the competition.

Panel 3
The gunfighter is diving sideways and firing, bullets rip up the scene around him.

N: You gotta throw the dice.

Panel 4
Jumping through a stained glass window with Jesus on the Cross on it. Bullets punch through him and the window.

N: Have faith that what you're doing is righteous.

Panel 5
Close up as the gunfighter tries to hold onto his gun with a huge hole blown through his hand. His knuckles are scraped to the bone, shards of bone protruding from his hand, blood clotting after draining most of from his arm, streams dripping from his grip. The gun is slipping.

N: If your hand falters, then so be it. It is God's will.

Page 6
Panel 1
The fifth bullet drops into the chamber.

Panel 2
We pan back and see there is a smaller child's hand holding the gun that has been loaded over the last four pages. The last chamber is empty.

N: You find yourself at the end. You've run out of bullets.

Panel 3
The gun clacks closed as we see an altar boy in torn and bloodied robes crying and holding it close to his chest as if it were precious to him. A dead priest body is spread over the altar in the background. He looks scared.

N: Don't matter much. Everyone that needed killing is dead.

Panel 4
The gunfighter is shot up to hell, his hand is all but destroyed, bones protruding, but index finger holding strong. His trigger finger. He struggles to raise his arm up. He's leaning up

N: 'Cept you of course. So you tell him how to load it. How to aim.

Panel 5
The gunfighter in silhouette pointing his finger and shattered hand at the altar boy like a gun, the altar boy points the gun down at the gunfighter, hammer dropping.

N: You teach him to shoot.

N: (In black in red letters) To Kill.

Page 7
Panel 1
It's a dime store novel book with a round illustration showing the Gunfighter in the outline of a revolver chamber. The title is: Five Bullets in the Chamber.

Panel 2
The altar boy a few years later. He's wearing glasses and riding on a train watching the green landscape rush past. He wears a nice suit and the more ruffian looking passenger is reading the book intently, eyes wide with a slight sinister smile. The altar boy glances over discreetly.

N: Your education pays off, the story sells books.

Panel 3
The altar boy in the city. He stands there looking innocent, watching as the other passenger walks off hurriedly, reaching into his coat, the novel jutting from his pocket.

N: The books sometimes inspire wicked men.

Panel 4
The Passenger is pulling out a gun from inside his jacket, the altar boy watches in the background down the alley.

N: They don't see the point, don't learn the lesson.

Panel 5
The altar boy whips out the gun pointing it at us from beneath his cape. He has the same look of a killer as the gunfighter.

N: So you teach them that the last chamber is always empty.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Book of 5 Cylinders

Book 1
Origin. What is a gunfighter? The different motivations of those that kill. Revenge, glory, honor, money, skill.
Earth, dirt, ground, grave, rock.

Book 2
Finding your way. Fighting for a cause. The duality of opposition. Water, rain, flood, cleansing, blood. Disillusionment.

Book 3
Hunter and hunted. Bandits, outlaws, thieves, mercenaries, assassins. Fire consuming all, purging the plains, ashes to ashes. Collateral damage. Youth.

Book 4
A test of skill among masters. The religion of gunfighting. Morality, code of ethics, belief, faith, sin. Disabling his greatest strength.

Book 5
Prodigy, son, pupil, evolution, death. Gunfighter is dead, mortally wounded, he recalls his story to the child he carried along with him. Teaches him to kill, then tells him why he should never kill again. Empty scabbard, way of the unclenched fist.

A story of a warrior that wants to show the world the futulity of killing. But we all must choose our own path, the story of father & son, teacher & student, what is learned and what must be ignored in order to truly live.