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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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So, pitch me your film(s)/book(s) ! I'll do mine first to get the ball rolling, I'm sure I've mentioned this a few times, but here we go.
Edward Nortan, who is the son of the inventor of the time machine. Edward isn't a bad person, but he uses the machine to try and find the cure for something horrific that his mum went through, like, cancer or something. As Edward goes through history, finding ingredients that aren't in his Natural Time Zone, he saves his mum, and then realises he can use his machine to save other people. He could stop the 9/11 attacks, he could get villages to abandon themselves before a volcano goes off... Every time he changes the timeline, the future changes. Saving Pompay means the Romans never stop their movements (for example). But then, some people from Edward Nortan's future catches on, the saving of his mum didn't have enough changes in The Natural Timeline for them to bother, but the other stuff he does, does. Changing 9/11 means there is no war in the middle east, for example. Time Travellers have some sort of timeline protection, where as if you tried to kill their mum before they gave birth, they would have been born to someone else with the exact same attributes... and they can remember before-changes too. These police try and stop him, but if the world is so much better, would it really be a good idea?
.... i've not thought out the details, origionally it was about Jacky Chan and Will Smith chasing after time-traveling criminals, but this idea is better.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:14, 56 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I think I might start with painting the city, then making short stories. Like a kind of run up at a full novel.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:25, Reply)
www.wisconsinmedicalsociety.org/savant_syndrome/savant_profiles/gilles_trehin
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it's pretty impressive.
I won't be doing that
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:33, Reply)
I had started a book when the whole Twilight thing started, stopped writing once I saw how horrifically popular it got.
A girl's family dies in a fire and she goes home for the funeral, when she's leaving town at night she hits a deer, she gets out to investigate and she's hit by another car. The driver of the car is a vampire and he turns her to save her life.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:28, Reply)
there are so many books that were published in the wake of Dan Brown. I suspect most were just thing people happen to have written on teh same subject, but suddenly the publishers were interested
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I can totally post the first paragraph
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The sound hit me first. Tires screaming. Brakes locking. The inevitable crunch. It felt as if a thousand needles flew into my ears, penetrating my very being. The scream of the driver. My own blood curdling moan suppressed by the cries of the black birds scattering overhead. My skull was forced back against my own vehicle. I felt the glass crack and pinch threads of my brunette hair, the sting as they ripped from my body when my head whipped forward. The car slid swiftly to the right. My knees buckled and I fell into a crumpled mass beside my car. My fingers gripped and scraped at the gravel beneath me. Blood spewed from my mouth. My teeth released it's grip on my tongue and it flapped helplessly behind my lips. "Oh God," I heard in the distance. It took me a moment or two to realise it was my own voice. My lips cracked at the sides as I tried to scream for help. Hands found my face as I slowly leaned to rest on my side. Black enveloped me.
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As I opened my eyes I was immediately thrust back into my own personal horror. "Don't close your eyes!" He tapped lightly at my cheek, his skin cold and unfamiliar. "Shhhh...." he soothed as I let my terrified voice moan delicately in the night. "Shhh....don't leave me. I have you...don't leave me now!" He shouted as I was thrust upward and he carried me swiftly to his shattered vehicle. I barely felt him lay me onto the back seat before I felt myself fade out again. "No," he growled from the driver's seat. I jolted into the leather as he slammed onto the gas pedal and I felt my heart flutter as it struggled beneath my chest. The tears flooded from my eyes involuntarily, leaving a sticky salty glow across my face as the blood thinned beneath it. Pink water flowed across my lips and dripped onto the black carpeted floor.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:18, Reply)
The thing is....is that my computer crashed and I hadn't been saving it properly. So I lost a chunk at the end. I haven't read all the way through in a few years. It's from '08.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:23, Reply)
Their experiences in getting to the concert, buying tickets and sitting in the stand of the sports arena waiting for the show to begin.
Sort of like a comedy Waiting for Godot.
Points if you can find the other work (game, book, play, film, song) from which I lifted the idea.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:38, Reply)
much more annoying than anything he says.
He's like 10 he's got an excuse to be shit.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 23:04, Reply)
It's set about 30 years in the future, when England is a totalitarian hellhole with a strict caste system. Some bugger gets murdered somewhere and the family can't afford to pay the police to do a proper investigation, so they get their dark-horse cousin in to have a poke around; as he lives across the border in Oldengland (which is pretty similar to the present) and the government doesn't approve of foreign visitors, they have to bribe a highways official to do this.
The Oldenglish cousin, who is the main character in the book, turns up and scares the life out everyone with his strange foreign ways (he's a red-faced heavy drinker and is appalled by the idea of fake tan and cosmetic surgery), but proves to be a good detective even if he does have a tendency to fall asleep at bad moments. The plot is mind-bendingly complicated - at one point he has to die and go into the afterlife to follow a lead - but it's packed with intrigue, laughs, terror and culture shock. Now I just have to sit down, get all the details down on paper and write the bloody thing.
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Also, Stoke is part of a disputed territory, so it's gone from a mere shithole to an actual war zone several times.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:48, Reply)
Are you subtly praising the...well known political leanings of most Northerners in relation to Midlanders or Southerners, or am I reading into this too much?
Well anyway the idea of being within an Independent South appeals to me!!
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 20:50, Reply)
Can you stop being a bellend and reading Tory/ Socialist dialectic into everything? You have neither the wit nor the intelligence to utilise any such methods of textual interrogation into even a brief synopsis of a hypothetical book.
Thanks bbz.
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And I'm not being that rude. Just pointing out that you don't have the knowledge or the technical understanding of academic literary criticism to tackle even the most basic of textual analyses.
And also that you seem to be hung up on the whole left/ right dialectic when you really don't quite understand that either.
I welcome everybody that wants to take part in things on here, I just think one needs to know when one lacks the critical faculties to actually take part.
hugz4ubbzlol
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:08, Reply)
You lot with your "independent South" bollocks can fuck right off.
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Just my vowels. I fought damn hard not to have a Mancunian accent.
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Don Juan Quixote is off to drink and fornicate his way around the good half of London for most of the weekend.
I sincerely hope that those of you still on here have a good weekend, I love you all, especially Rory, toodles.
XXX
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:03, Reply)
but I don't write them down when I'm thinking of them and forget them.
I really used to want to write, but I've really got out of the habit.
/yaaaawn
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:04, Reply)
called Hallows End. It's not on any maps and you'd never normally go down it. Drew Hardy, Girl Detective is tailing a mysterious oriental type who leads her down Hallow's End where she finds herself in the First City, unable to return as the road has its own agenda and never lets you go back to where you started from.
Having outsmarted the Chinaman she makes the best of it and sets up a detective agency in the First City, catering to the needs of its strange and wonderful inhabitants with only her two gay employees, The Nancy Boys.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 21:35, Reply)
two hours of Harrison Ford doing his angry/confused face.
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I've had some late ones this week and I'm out tomorrow night.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 22:27, Reply)
always wanted to write a novel. just don't have a clue what about. i've been through some weird shit but it all seems boring ultimately. maybe I'm waiting for a subject/scenario/plot, maybe I'm procastinating.
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A number of times
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