Chapters
“Damn,” Ash whistled softly as he took in the stream of girl groups walking past us. The late summer air was filled with the excitement of students returning after the break or freshmen starting a new chapter in their lives. “Now I regret not coming to college. Just look at those chicks go. The sway in their step is enough to wreck my heart.” Julie turned to me, one eyebrow arched. “Did I ever tell you that you have a pig for a friend?” I snorted. “Believe me, this is very tame behavior…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- “So this is your new home?” Julie asked thoughtfully and looked around the living room. The place still looked a little too empty without any of my personal stuff put in. It didn’t make sense to decorate the place when I’ll be going away soon. “Yup,” I said with a nod. “Thanks for agreeing to stay here with me.” “That’s what friends are for, aren’t they?” she shot back playfully. She stepped closer, slipped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body against mine. “And…
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- It was always thrilling to watch how the different elements of filmmaking came together, each one resonating with the other to create a perfect scene. The set decorators, costume and makeup teams, lighting technicians, sound designers, and cinematographers, all of them played a vital role. When those efforts are combined with a strong story, sharp direction, and solid performances, the result could either make or break a film. The job of a director was truly demanding. Before stepping into the film…
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- I stepped into the store after deliberating about it for days. The place was quiet, almost too quiet, which made sense considering how niche the product I was after was. “Whoa,” Peter murmured beside me, spinning around slowly as his eyes widened in awe. “I think we’ve come to the right place to find you a camera.” “I think so too,” I said, equally taken aback by the rows of cameras lined neatly along the glass shelves. Every wall was filled with vintage bodies and gleaming lenses, some…
- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- After a successful meeting with the director of Friday the 13th, I drove to my second appointment of the day. This one carried far more weight because it was with Douglas Day-Stewart and Paul Brickman, the duo rewriting my version of Risky Business. They had just returned from Los Angeles after finalizing the revisions that Columbia Pictures wanted before approving the film. Technically, my contract gave me the right to object to any changes made to the script. Realistically, though, filmmaking was…
- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- “Ms. Schaffer will see you now,” Claudia’s assistant said, gesturing toward the office with a no-nonsense look in her eyes. I rose from my seat in the waiting area and walked toward Claudia’s corner office, enclosed by a massive glass wall that gave the place a very professional and chic vibe. I remembered having a similar office during my days working for a big firm in my first life. Times had different now, of course, but the atmosphere was exactly the same. The only real difference now was…
- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- Doug typed furiously, the rhythmic clack of the typewriter keys echoing through the small, stuffy room. Sheets of paper already littered the floor around his chair, the casualties of discarded ideas. He was working on the rewrite of one of the key scenes of The Blue Lagoon, and the pressure weighed heavily on him. Just yesterday, Randal had urged him to hurry, insisting the production was moving faster than anyone had anticipated. The crew was somehow shooting underwater scenes at an astonishing pace.…
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- “Action!” “Emmeline!” an old, heavyset man shouted, his voice a mix of anger and panic, as he rushed toward a young girl standing near a berry bush. “Take them berries outta your mouth!” He grabbed her jaw firmly and pried it open with his thick fingers, forcing her to spit out the berries she had eaten in innocent ignorance. “Spit ‘em out! Come on!” From behind one of the fixed cameras, I was recording the scene, my focus locked on the old man’s face. A few feet away, Eddie…
- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- After mulling over the revised script for two straight days, I finally accepted that it was inevitable for me to take on mature roles with scenes that may be questionable at best, and entirely unnecessary at worst. It was bound to happen, given both the era I was working in and the kinds of films I was drawn to. I never had much interest in movies aimed at younger audiences anyway. Aside from a few major blockbusters, there were only a handful of exceptions, and even those were rare. With that reluctant…
- 190.4 K • Ongoing
NovaKnight: While I totally hate that someone violated Troy’s privacy, you can’t deny his kids are way too cute. I want a set of my own. SereneDreamer: I’m arguably Troy’s number one fan, but even I cringed when I heard him singing about Scarlett’s private parts. Some things should remain private. LunaBliss: I don’t know, I kinda liked that song. It was a little crass, but Troy has such a clean, godly image that he almost feels human now that he’s messed things up with the pussy song. I…- 961.0 K • Ongoing
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