A story writing blog

Sunday, February 24, 2013

There's something in the water

So this is a story breakdown for a horror script I am going to be working on.


Darcy and her husband Cade are about to embark on their honeymoon adventure, they plan on taking their small two person sailboat on a trip around the world. Making their way from California they plan on sailing the Southern Pacific route by way of the Pacific Ocean. Darcy isn't experienced but Cade is an avid sailor and has planned this for over a year, he's excited to take his wife on a trip around the world. Darcy is nervous about it but trusts Cade and loves the romantic idea of sailing the world with the man she loves. Amidst well wishes and jealous congratulations from her friends the two set sail and head away from port, the weather is beautiful and the sun creates a golden glow on the water. By the end of the first day they find themselves all alone on the water, the lights of California are just visible on the horizon. Darcy is amazed by how peaceful it is, her reservations of the trip begin to fade. Cade surprises her with her favorite wine and a picnic on the bow. They make love under the moonlight. As she begins to fall asleep down below deck she hears a strange call off in the distance, something high pitched and clicking. She can't place it but dismisses it because it's so far away.

The next day she wakes up alone, the boat is rocking heavily. She heads above deck and finds Cade working furiously to prepare for an impending storm, he tells her they need to get their sales down and have their emergency equipment ready. She's scared, he tells her not to worry; taking the time on that swaying boat to hold his wife and look deeply into her eyes and kiss her. He tells her again that it will be ok. Her nerves steady and she asks how she can help, he tells her to run down below and bring him his emergency kit. She races down below, finds it and heads back upstairs. On the bow she sees Cade, mouth agape with a disturbed look on his face standing by the edge and staring out into the water. He's scanning the water as though he'd just seen something. His calm demeanor has changed, now he looks startled and nervous. Darcy snaps him back to reality.

It's night and Darcy is down below with Cade, the boat is being assaulted violently by the storm outside. They're laying in bed, Cade is holding Darcy to keep her calm. She closes her eyes and tries to shut it all out.

The next morning is calm, she wakes up alone in the bed. Light shines in through the door which has been left open. She gets up and heads topside, when she gets to the top her stomach drops, she's overcome with paralyzing fear. She's alone, Cade is nowhere to be seen. Panic sets in immediately,  she races around the small boat looking for him, eyes welling up with tears. She screams for him, she checks the water around her and screams his name at the top of her lungs. No answer. She races to the radio which she doesn't know how to use, she turns the dials desperately begging anyone listening for help. The isolation, the panic all hit her. She stumbles back below deck and falls to the ground unconscious.

It's later in the day and dark out, Darcy is lying in a ball on the floor. She's awake, lying there silently talking to herself; it's deathly silent. She hears something, she listens attentively. She hears it again. There's someone on the deck, she can hear them walking. It must be CADE! She runs upstairs calling his name but what she sees startles her, she catches a slight glimpse of something slumping off the deck and springing back into the water. She grabs a flashlight and scans the water, shaking. She screams out once again for Cade and swings the light along the water. She catches the movement of something darting back underwater and drops the light in fear. She thinks she saw a face. A face of something, not Cade. She hears the same high pitched clicking that she heard on the first night, only now much, much closer.


...but scarier than this

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Some things I saved from my childhood

There are two drawers I've had since I was a kid. I kept all my sentimental mementos in there.

Here are the things young Thomas considered worth holding onto.

Shoppers Drugmart 1994 Bluejays Calendar. Autographed by Tim Crabtree.
Who? Tim Crabtree. Who? Tim Crabtree.
Shoppers Drugmart 1994 Bluejays Calendar defaced by Tim Crabtree

The entire set of Youngblood cards, in order.

A Jays ticket and Playbooks from 93 and 94

The PACKAGES that my cards came in

Ahhh, here we go. A letter to myself from March/29/1993

"Dear TomQualities I like about myself are:
I am good at baseball
I am a good friend
I am good at hockey
I am good at sports
I am a good student
I am funny
I am nice
I am not stupid like Dylan Ostipick
I am alive
I love animals
I don't smell
I am not cheap
I am good at science
I have good aim
I am not chicken
I like sports
I can watch horror movies without..."

Peeing my pants


I remember the assignment being to fill up two pages and to me that counted.

F**k she was hot. I saw this movie just for her boobies.

Remember that Lando toy that got discontinued because the packaging was too bulky?
I bought it BECAUSE it got discontinued because of the packaging being too bulky.

I wrote the troops in Iraq once during Desert Storm. He wrote back.
Apparently all young Tom asked him was if he watched hockey and if he'd seen
Ace Ventura and Jurassic Park.

A handwritten script I'd totally forgotten about.
I might post it later.

A typed script about a group of suburban people who form a gang because they can't find jobs.

Those Spider-man and X-Men stickers that came in gum.

Inflatable Sky Dome blimp still in the package

Devon White shirt pin

And lots and lots of cards.

And I found some caps. Little strips of gunpowder from when children were men and played with fire.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

I didn't write this (obviously) but it's a great example of a short, easily consumable story that hits you at the heart. Poor kid never stood a chance.

From: Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman Annual #1
Marvel Comics
Writer: Peter David
Artist: Colleen Doran