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Monday, May 18, 2015
Come Hell or High Water Corporate Wants a Monster Movie (WT 39)
Published in THE FALL OF CTHULHU by
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sounds like a neat idea!
Thanks,
I came back here a few days after I posted the original thanks.
I want to say - - how does this story begin? What does the main character say to his friend, or a scientist, or a producer of a movie? Does it start when the producer approaches the stunt man? Or does it start when the stunt man stands before the machine?
off hand I would say you should start it with him already in the machine (maybe describing him getting strapped in or the power up sequence) and then do a quick series of flashbacks of how he got there switching back and forth to "shots" of the TF.
That's a good idea. I'll outline it and see what happens.
So, did you ever finish this story?
Not yet. It's still in progress.
Just checking back in. wondering if you did anything more on this.
My reptile thoughts landed on the "Treasure Hunters" story and the creature from the Black Lagoon.
I'll come back to this.
Sure, Can't wait!
"No air-conditioner? Why didn't I marry a rich girl so I could blow her fortune while she blew my mind in air-conditioned, five-star comfort? Why am I trying to make a living supplying stuntmen to a sci-fi movie about lizards? Why am I staking out exotic locations with dysenteric food, mosquitoes the size of bats and stinking locals who never bath?"
"Ah Sahib is perfectly welcome to marry my camel. Under her enchantments, Sahib will never worry about bad smells again," Raul, the pint-sized guide and aide-de-camp on this trip answered. Gary flipped the bird at him.
"You can bite my ass too," Gary added to the gesture. "And quit calling me Sahib. We're not even in India," came out as an afterthought.
"You know Sahib. You're cute when you're angry Sahib. You give Raul a big hard one, much pleasure, Sahib." Raul's words earned him a boot out of the tent. The hot wind blasted through the tent flaps while the sky roared. Pointing up at a bright spot in the night sky, Raul ran screaming, the bright spot growing larger and following him. Raul lived in fear of the Perseid meteors. Harbingers of doom he called them, demon spawn from hell and unfaithful camel too.
However, instead of running toward the meteor, Raul ran away from the meteor and it followed him, trailing smoke and crackling out sparks. Raul and the meteor disappeared over the top of a sand dune. A few seconds later, Gary heard the impact and Raul's screams. He ran to the top of the dune. Below lay a glowing meteorite lay in a sandy crater and Raul, frantically scraping sand and funky debris from his body.
"Are you OK," Gary yelled as he half-slid, half walked down the dune.
"I'm OK Gary. Not harmed at all. I will try once again to get your portable air conditioner fixed tonight," Raul yelled up the dune. Gary stopped.
"Son of a bitch," he said, studying the green mist swirling up from the meteor and into Raul. He turned toward Gary with glowing green eyes.
"Be not afraid, Gary Phlooffel. I will not hurt your friend. Nor do I wish you harm."
"What are you?"
"A traveler from the East looking for help," the thing inside Raul's body answered. The words took Gary by surprise. This was a family greeting he never used, a greeting forsaken years before when he left his family for fame and fortune.
"I'm from the west," Gary spoke, cautious.
"Will you aid me on the square?" The thing asked much more than Gary would give a stranger in a strange land. "For the sake of our mother?"
"Damn you to hell. How can you ask that?"
"I took it from this man's memories."
"Not likely. He knows nothing of my family. Tell me you know those things?"
"There was a time when my words would bring no hesitation, an older age, an age of honorable men and faithfulness to duty. Our families have known each other over the centuries."
"I will not break family tradition but know you, I am estranged from Father Phlooffel."
"Times have changed across this world and in the affairs of men."
"What do you want?"
"You have a need for creatures in your upcoming endeavor. I can create the costumes for them to wear. Costumes that will astonish the eye and astound the mind."
"And in return?"
"Help in returning to my own world."
"Where is that?"
"Above us." Raul's body looked up at the sky. So did Gary. A billion billion stars filled the heavens.
"Fair enough. Come back to the tents and let's get started." A bargain struck on the coin of the modern realm -- distrust and suspicion.
Not bad so far; the beginning is good. I see you went with the alien technology angle but that can work.
The only thing is when he starts talking about ancient family traditions and "Father Phlooffel" things get very confused very quickly. It would probably be better to leave that stuff out of the story
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