Showing posts with label reporter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reporter. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

CHOOSE THE STORY FOR SEASON 4!


It’s been too long, hasn’t it? You thought we’d forgotten you, right? Wrong. Season 4 is nearly upon us. The only thing left to do is for you, our adoring and long-suffering (not to mention patient) fans and readers to pick the story you want us to 
write.

Read through the following story lines and then pick your favourite. It’s as simple as making cupcakes from play-dough. We’ve all done this, right? Right?
Polls close at the end of the week. Be nice.


THE CHOICES

1.  You wake, your face stuck to the salt encrusted wooden floor. You spit a putrid rag out of your mouth and your stomach lurches until you realise that the whole floor has rolled and you are in the bottom of a ship. A large scrubbing brush lands beside you as a gruff voice chases away any doubt that you are nowhere near the seaside pub you'd been staying at. "Look lively lad. Welcome aboard the Eternal. Captain’s waiting for you and the other volunteers."  With laughter ringing in your ears, you stumble up the stairs to join a huddle of bewildered youths, no doubt press ganged in the same way you had been.

2.  After being injected with a super steroid, Cows become self-aware, rise up against their human oppressors and raise an army of vegetarians to subdue and enslave carnivores. You are a member of a rebel faction fighting back against your bovine overlords. Moo!

3. You are the newest debutante author on the block. Your books about domination and submission have given you world-wide fame. Women around the world are buying your books at phenomenal rate. Only a woman could understand women this well, then the truth comes out....you are a man.

4. It finally happened. You knew it was going to happen. Everyone knew it was going to happen. It was only a matter of time. Zombies have taken over the world. Maybe not so predictably, these zombies have no interest in devouring human flesh. In fact, they think that's gross. Nope, these zombies want sex. It's all they want and they want it all the time. They also have herpes.

5. After a heavy night of booze, babes and banging, you wake up to find yourself in the middle of a field. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but right above you in the early morning sky is a blood red moon with a second green moon a little way north of it. Sitting up, you realise that the second moon is actually the Earth and you are... where?

6. Early in your career as a young scientist, you created a revolutionary new product that is now used in most homes around the world. You were lucky and retired at a young age, so now you spend most days in bed--plugged into online gaming or B-movie marathons. You're blissfully unaware that people are getting sick around you--developing strange symptoms, acquiring strange tastes--until the media starts blaming you and picketers line up in front of your sparkly mansion. You refuse to answer the phone or peel yourself away from your PS3 to make a comment, but when a home invasion of the weirdest kind makes you see reason, you're forced into a new role. What will it be?

7. You are a top notch investigational reporter and secret agent in 2042.  You've been assigned to unearth the programmer responsible for the creation of the robot assassins who have taken out all of the leaders in the solar system and have overthrown the galaxy, placing it into marshal law.  Your mission is to uncover the programmer, travel back in time and stop the program algorithm before it is completed in 2013, when all of civilized society is thrown back into the dark ages, before calculators existed! 

8.  You are driving home from a long and boring week of work. As you stop at a red light, your passenger door opens and a small child slips in, closing and locking the door. They slump into the foot well and look up at you with frightened eyes. "Please help me. They are going to kill me."  Before you can react, you hear the rumbling sound of motorbikes as they slowly cruise down between the waiting cars. You shift your briefcase on top of the child's head and stare at the red light hoping it will turn green before the Neanderthal on the Harley stops at your window.

9. You're an aging rock star who switches bodies with a marine biologist who's studying sharks.  Since you don't know what you're doing (and you're still a little drunk and high from your last party), you leave the safety of the cage you were in and get in a little trouble.

10. You're a demon working undercover in the 'streets' of Heaven, trying to expose the criminal actions of God and his band of angels."

11.  You and your girlfriend have just spent a week cruising around the islands in Thailand. You wake one morning to find that she has completely disappeared from the boat. Her snorkel gear is still wet, but placed carefully in its normal spot.  None of her possessions have been moved or taken. You find a note tied to the wheel, simply saying, "Return the Jewels and you'll get her back."  You've no idea what it’s taking about.

12. It wasn’t serendipity that brought her into your store naked. She had red hair, big tits and was on a mission. But neither one of you knew it was all about you.

13. You're a 19th century Canadian schoolteacher who finds out there are vampires in the village cemetery.  You decide to take on the undead by yourself.

14. You and a friend stand outside an old dilapidated house. Your friend dares you to walk through the house and bring something out to prove you went in. While inside you open the door to a closet and notice an opening to a secret passage. However there is an enormous spider hanging from the doorway, and you have a huge phobia of spiders. Just as you are about to shut the door and move on, a ghost flies at you with burning angry eyes. Do you fight the spider and head for the secret 
passage, or do you stand and fight with the ghost?


SO VOTE:

Thursday, December 16, 2010

WELCOME TO HELLYWOOD CH.5 - A MATTER OF SIZE


WELCOME TO HELLYWOOD CH.5 - A MATTER OF SIZE
By Mandy Ward

You saunter over, trying your best to look casual. “Hi Traywen.”


“Hello yourself,” she purrs, completely ignoring the idiot on her arm.


Screams temporarily deafen the two of you as a horde of teenage girls run over, mobbing you and forcing the bodyguards to hustle all three of you into a black limo. You sigh happily as you sink into the soft, butter-coloured leather seat. This sort of life is too good to give up for the inconvenience of a soul. You can do without it!


Traywen snuggles up to you, stroking your cheek. “I’ve been a fan of yours forever, Justin.”


You smile and kiss her, ignoring the angry hiss of the prat on the seat across the limo. Your hands wander, stroking her hair, her back, her hip and leg.

“Oh no you don’t!” Drevor snaps and hauls you off Traywen.


“Go fuck a groupie, Stone. You’re a has-been anyway, you say. You’re rather proud of the way you slip into the younger man’s shoes.


Traywen giggles and nibbles on one of your earlobes. “You tell him, Tiger.” You shrug Drevor off and turn back to kissing the beautiful starlet.

“I said you are not having my woman!” Drevor growls and bangs on the limo partition three times. The limo screeches to a halt, throwing Traywen into your lap. The two of you collapse in giggles. “Right, Bieber, I want to settle this properly, like men.” Drevor says and gets out of the car.

You look at Traywen. Her eyes are alight with excitement and she almost pushes you out of the limo. “I’ve never had two men fight over me before.”
You fall onto the other seat and Traywen scrambles out. “Come on Justin, if you want me, you’ll have to fight for me.”

You are in the middle of the promenade. All around the limo, curious people are gathering. One or two older women point at Drevor and whisper excitedly. When Traywen emerges, several young guys call out for her to look at them or give them a kiss. She just waves.


The screaming starts as you step out of the limo. “JUSTIN! Over here, look at me! I love you Justin!” Several girls faint and a couple more jump up and down.


Drevor stands there arms folded. “Come on, ickle baby boy. Prove you are a man.”


“What do you want, Drivel?” you ask, standing with one hip cocked. “You’ll never lay a finger on me, coz you’re too old.” Drevor roars and rushes at you. You dance nimbly aside and smile at the swift reactions of this new you. “What’s wrong old man?” you ask, laying one hand on his shoulder and spinning him off into the open limo. Several people laugh. There is a large crowd by now and amongst them you can see the huge lenses of the paparazzi, all flashing away at the action. Turning, you smile and pose for them. Flashbulbs go off all around you and you change to a different pose.

Drevor has clambered out of the limo and is snorting and puffing like a bull. Pulling your jacket off to expose your toned body, you wave it like a matador at Drevor. “Come on then. Hey! Toro! Ole!”


“Don’t you mock me, you half baked, pimple faced pop nobody!” Drevor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flick knife, popping it up to show a shining, eight-inch blade.

You laugh, bravado overcoming the fear that rose in your throat like bile at the sight of the steel. “Is that why you think you’re a man, Drevor?” You sneer. “I bet you have size issues.” He paces towards you, death in his eyes and blade held point out.


“He does you know… have size issues, I mean. His dick is the smallest I have ever seen!” Traywen confides loudly to the crowd.


Several people laugh and Drevor’s head whips round to stare at her. “You bitch. Just for that I am never going to go south on you ever again.”


You can see a reporter scribbling notes of the conversation. An idea occurs to you. I can become the hero of this if I’m careful, you think. Taking advantage of the other man’s distraction, you circle around him and grab for the knife, one arm wrapping around his throat. ”Come on now, old timer. Drop the knife so that no one gets hurt, alright?”


“Yeah, I’ll drop it… in your body!” Drevor puts one hand on your arm around his throat and folds forward, throwing you down to the ground in front of him.

Landing with an “oof”, you lie on the ground and watch as the blade heads down for your chest. Time slows and even as several people rush forward and you attempt to get up again, Drevor plunges the flick knife into your chest, sliding it expertly between your ribs. As the pain and blood erupt with equal measure out of your mouth,

Drevor’s eyes flicker from blue to green to brown and back to blue. “I win, I always win.” Dr. Skin’s voice whispers out of Drevor’s face, before he pushes the blade deeper and you feel your heart burst.

Why did I go to him? You wonder as everything fades to black.


THE END.