Vicious88
06-30-2009, 10:17 AM
These are just some book ideas I've been playing with. Most of the time I'll try to inspire myself this way (by starting out with a couple sentences or paragraphs and if inspiration strikes, I'll see if I can't come up with a good story line and ending, then sort of stir it all together). These are the ideas that so far didn't quiet make the cut, although the last one might still be taken off the chopping block in time to be saved... If you want to use any of them for inspiration, or plagorize them for your next school assignment, both are fine. If you're going to make a movie or otherwise get rich off of them, however, I'd like a piece of that action, lol.
I have to admit it's always been a secret dream of mine to move to a far away land where I don't know anyone and no one knows me. But I find myself wondering, now that I'm here standing in the streets of Japan, more or less lost, if buying that one way ticket was such a good idea.
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The wind made waves through the hay field as it blew past... Drawing the same patterns Cliff had been used to seeing on the surface of the water... But those days were over. From behind this fence, that hay field was his ocean. Stretching all the way to the horizon, bellowing with each passing breeze, and completely out of reach. In his heart he looked at the sea of hay and saw hope, freedom, and the chance to be free of this prison once and for all... But winter would be comming soon and the farmer from across the horizon would pass by the prison soon to collect his last harvest of the year, and with it, any chance of escape.
Only two people had ever escaped, and both victories were short lived... But Cliff knew that his chances didn't rest with the lower number of tower guards that the winter would bring and trying outrun a sniper in a cold winter field, but rather with the coverage that the summer hay could promise him. He had two seasons to plan, and only one chance to escape - after all, bullets rarely give second chances.
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She stood there, perhaps more for shock now than honest anticipation... She knew he wouldn't be there, it wasn't in his character to be late, but she still stood and played the roll as best she could. She could feel tears swelling up in her eyes, but tried to keep her face straight and somewhat joyful, although she could feel everyone's eye upon her... The mix of emotions was tearing her apart; sadness, shock, worthlessness, abadnonment, amazement, anger, and even odder still, a slight twinge of joy and relief. If she could clear her thoughts enough to pick an emotion and act on it, she might avoid standing there frozen in place.
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There are few people in this world who know what it really means to suffer -- what it feels like to do completely without. So forgive me if my line of work seems heartless to you, but I believe in justice. And sometimes the laws of the land doesn't provide that justice, just look around: The undeserving gain wealth and power and walk these lands free of any law, while the common man is locked away for decades for the same crimes. So go ahead, call me heartless because of what I believe and what it is I do. But in the eyes of many, I am likened to Robin Hood... Only I don't mind slitting a few throats from time to time.
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If you've never done anything amazing, you've never stepped outside. I remember when I left the hospital for the first time in fourty years. I looked up and saw a blue sky with clouds that seemed as light and fluffy as what I was feeling to see them, and then suddenly my heart turned to sadness at having lost so much of my life.
The last thing I remember was driving home as quickly as possible when I'd heard my son was going to have to repeat his senior year of highschool... The doctors say my coma resulted from an accident, and the police records show the wreck as a hit and run...
I looked down at my hands and each wrinkle burned into my soul. Decades of life, not just mine, but my wife and son's as well, all stolen from me. The doctors couldn't tell me much more than the fact that my son hadn't come by to see me during the past two years, they said he was probably pre-occupied with his own family. I still can't picture myself as a grandfather, but the doctors assured me that my son had two grown children who came with him from time to time.
All I knew, as I stood outside that hospital was that my son had his own family now, and that they had apparently moved somewhere because the doctors and nurses couldn't contact them. I knew that I wanted to find them, meet my daughter-in-law and grandchildren and possibly even great grandchildren, and to make matters worse, with so much of my life having been lived for me, I stood there in doubt that time was on my side.
I wasn't really sure what to think of the year 2009... For it to be so far in the future, not that much seems to have changed except for the cars, which were all a bit needlessly flashly, and it seemed like most everyone I saw was talking to themselves.
I have to admit it's always been a secret dream of mine to move to a far away land where I don't know anyone and no one knows me. But I find myself wondering, now that I'm here standing in the streets of Japan, more or less lost, if buying that one way ticket was such a good idea.
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The wind made waves through the hay field as it blew past... Drawing the same patterns Cliff had been used to seeing on the surface of the water... But those days were over. From behind this fence, that hay field was his ocean. Stretching all the way to the horizon, bellowing with each passing breeze, and completely out of reach. In his heart he looked at the sea of hay and saw hope, freedom, and the chance to be free of this prison once and for all... But winter would be comming soon and the farmer from across the horizon would pass by the prison soon to collect his last harvest of the year, and with it, any chance of escape.
Only two people had ever escaped, and both victories were short lived... But Cliff knew that his chances didn't rest with the lower number of tower guards that the winter would bring and trying outrun a sniper in a cold winter field, but rather with the coverage that the summer hay could promise him. He had two seasons to plan, and only one chance to escape - after all, bullets rarely give second chances.
-----------
She stood there, perhaps more for shock now than honest anticipation... She knew he wouldn't be there, it wasn't in his character to be late, but she still stood and played the roll as best she could. She could feel tears swelling up in her eyes, but tried to keep her face straight and somewhat joyful, although she could feel everyone's eye upon her... The mix of emotions was tearing her apart; sadness, shock, worthlessness, abadnonment, amazement, anger, and even odder still, a slight twinge of joy and relief. If she could clear her thoughts enough to pick an emotion and act on it, she might avoid standing there frozen in place.
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There are few people in this world who know what it really means to suffer -- what it feels like to do completely without. So forgive me if my line of work seems heartless to you, but I believe in justice. And sometimes the laws of the land doesn't provide that justice, just look around: The undeserving gain wealth and power and walk these lands free of any law, while the common man is locked away for decades for the same crimes. So go ahead, call me heartless because of what I believe and what it is I do. But in the eyes of many, I am likened to Robin Hood... Only I don't mind slitting a few throats from time to time.
-----------
If you've never done anything amazing, you've never stepped outside. I remember when I left the hospital for the first time in fourty years. I looked up and saw a blue sky with clouds that seemed as light and fluffy as what I was feeling to see them, and then suddenly my heart turned to sadness at having lost so much of my life.
The last thing I remember was driving home as quickly as possible when I'd heard my son was going to have to repeat his senior year of highschool... The doctors say my coma resulted from an accident, and the police records show the wreck as a hit and run...
I looked down at my hands and each wrinkle burned into my soul. Decades of life, not just mine, but my wife and son's as well, all stolen from me. The doctors couldn't tell me much more than the fact that my son hadn't come by to see me during the past two years, they said he was probably pre-occupied with his own family. I still can't picture myself as a grandfather, but the doctors assured me that my son had two grown children who came with him from time to time.
All I knew, as I stood outside that hospital was that my son had his own family now, and that they had apparently moved somewhere because the doctors and nurses couldn't contact them. I knew that I wanted to find them, meet my daughter-in-law and grandchildren and possibly even great grandchildren, and to make matters worse, with so much of my life having been lived for me, I stood there in doubt that time was on my side.
I wasn't really sure what to think of the year 2009... For it to be so far in the future, not that much seems to have changed except for the cars, which were all a bit needlessly flashly, and it seemed like most everyone I saw was talking to themselves.