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22. Lem's Deal He bent down to enter the room between two strands of police tape pulled across the doorway. On the floor were chalk drawings where five bodies had been. Those were the Sweeps, the hunters that Pryor had killed. One was a cop.22. Lem's Deal by `Memnalar
The denim blanket that Lem and Pryor had slept under was gone, probably in the same evidence locker as the hunters' crossbows and raincoats.
Something else was missing. There wasn't a sixth chalk outline, but Lem knew where it should be. He stood in the spot where Pryor left his victim, several dark stains where drops of blood had fallen on the dust-strewn floor. There were no evidence markers. Either the crime-scene
21. Melody's Drive For the second time, Melody watched Lem go out into the street without her. She glanced at Corky, who didn't watch him go, and didn't look up at Melody as he pulled the bottle from his desk drawer again.21. Melody's Drive by `Memnalar
Melody wasn't far along with her sign language lessons, but she knew enough to know three things. One, Corky had a car. Two, Lem wanted to use it. Three, Corky had said no.
She watched Corky for a few minutes after the door had closed behind Lem. He downed a shot of whiskey and was working on another. Add that to the two or three he'd put away while signing some kind of war story to Lem, then two or three more while they had researched thei
the Chandler's Around the Way The hose slipped out again. Chan cursed, and shoved it back into the incision he'd made, adjusted his mask, and bent over the pump. He yanked the cord, and the pump started to life with a cough of biodiesel. It bounced on the sand as it grumbled away. Chan kept one hand on it and held the hose in place with the other.the Chandler's Around the Way by `Memnalar
If fucking Fathers would spend the bone on a new one, I wouldn't be all night at this, Chan grumbled. He ached for a smoke, but didn't have the hands to spare. Plenty of hands here, he thought as he glanced at the riverbank. Some of them even had a pulse.
"Hey," he said to whoever was closest.
It was a sunbather. A walker who
Lost and Found He thought he heard crows. He imagined them picking out some poor fucker's eyeballs. If he could catch one, they'd have crow stew, and maybe the body would have something worth picking over. Ammo, or water.Lost and Found by `Memnalar
When he found the noise, it was just a loose telephone cable blowing against the remains of a wire fence. There was no crow. Of course not. They wouldn't have survived. Crows built nests, not bomb shelters.
He missed crows. He missed birds. Hell, he even missed bird shit, because at least that meant something else was crawling around in this trash heap. Something besides he and the others.
"Ramon? Hey Ray!"
"Yeah. You find anything, Sm
pale horse What if God was a gunfighter, wearing Hispale horse by `Memnalar
Navy Colt revolver low on His
hip a'swagger, each bullet a Flood that He promised
He'd never use again. That was then,
but Now, when
He turns His cheek,
Is there a tear running down for the Son
we took from him?
Does He look down on us,
and see a gang of outlaws,
hooligans,
shiftless Sons of Bitches,
fanning the Seven Deadlies
drinking the Seven Deadlies
like hands in a poker game,
like shots of rotgut,
seeing double when He walks in,
spurs jingling,
dust falling,
and Hell coming with him?
Free Isn't Freedom About the spoils of warFree Isn't Freedom by `Memnalar
Paid for with the wages of sin
Earned by the pursuit of happiness,
About the few good men
Lying dead in another country
Without having really lived,
So two good men
Could marry in another country
That would let them,
Don't ask.
Wave your flag.
Don't tell.
Scriptwriting Month- One Act Play ContestPlease Note: This is taken from the news article: Scriptwriting Month Week 4: The Future of Scriptwriting?. I have posted the information of the contest here to raise more interest.
Contest 3: One Act Play
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Objectives: This time it is entirely up to you what you write and who you write for. Try to consider all the elements that have been discussed, especially the communication of text to actor to audi
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