67 Results with character "Noah Hunter"
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Swimmer to Superstar
I died in an accident and met a so-called ROB who turned out to be Poseidon. He sent me to Earth in 1961 with nerfed water powers and erased my memories until I turned 18.- 2.6 K • May 19, '25
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STS Ch-65
“You don’t know what you want to be,” Michelle said bluntly, looking straight into my eyes. “What… exactly do you mean by that?” I asked hesitantly. She gave me a serious look. “This is just my opinion, so take it with a pinch of salt, okay?” I nodded. “You’re an actor, a writer, a director, a producer, a model, and a professional athlete.” “I’m not a professional athlete anymore,” I argued. “Neither a model.” “Yet you train every day for hours,” she…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-32
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…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-47
“Tell me honestly, kid, did you really write it by yourself?” Al Pacino asked, wonder creeping into his voice as he studied my face. I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. “Of course. I just had this idea while I was writing my first script. I made a few major mistakes in it, which meant I had to do some serious rewrites. At some point, I started wondering what it would be like if I could go back in time and do it all again. Then I thought, what if I made another mistake the second time too? I…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-67
I looked at my childhood home, where I’d spent most of my life. I hadn’t realized until now how strange it would feel, knowing Dad had already sold the property to someone else, and was a tenant in his own home. “You don’t have to sell it,” I said to my father, who stood beside me. “I can loan you some money, and you can—” “And I can keep an old, run-down, ugly house for sentiments that no one cares about but you?” he asked rhetorically. “No, thanks. And I told you last time…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch 30-31
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
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STS Ch-46
In the end, I didn’t have to call my childhood friends over to help me out. I hadn’t expected the entire VES department to fight for a spot on my crew, but in hindsight, of course, they wanted in. “Noah.” A girl stood right in front of me, her posture rigid and her eyes blazing with determination. “I’ll be your cinematographer on this film,” she said. “That’s final.” I blinked, caught completely off guard. I’d barely stepped into the VES classroom and hadn’t even said…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-66
Daryl looked up at me with innocent eyes, her naked form sprawled under me. All her shyness had left her since it was just the two of us. Her hands roamed all over my skin, feeling the contours gained through years of hard work. “How are you so…” She trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. “So?” I prodded gently. “Well built. I’ve seen men before, but you’re on another level entirely. It’s like…you’re not even human.” I laughed at that, then hugged her body…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-21
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.…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-45
“I want to make a feature-length film for this year’s assignment,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I sat across from my film teacher. “I’ve got my own camera and sound equipment that I brought with me to Harvard, so that part shouldn’t be a problem.” Mr. Gardner leaned back in his chair and inclined his head, considering me over the rim of his glasses. “Usually, students go for the two short films. Ever since this class started, only one student tried making a thirty-minute film…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
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