Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl born to Jacob and Maria, the good kind and queen of the land of Ariah. One day when this girl was eight years old she was kidnapped from the castle by some evil gypsies who were passing through the village. The king and queen were devastated. they mourned for many days until a woodcutter, longing for peace in his country, and a better life for his daughter offered her to the king and queen to raise as the lost princess for the good of the country. They accepted and soon the woodcutter's young daughter was growing up as a princess. Her father became the palace gardener and when she wasn't at her studies she chose to spend most of her time with him. But she also loved her adopted parents very much, too.
When she turned 17 years old the law required she must marry in the next year for the good of the country. At first the princess did not want to but after several months of thinking about it she realized that as a princess it was her purpose to live her life for the betterment of her countrymen. Princes came through the country seeking her hand. Instead of looking for a man she would like, she looked for a good man who would lead their country well. She finally found such a man, he was Prince David of Saarsae. He had dark brown hair and a smile which was slow to start, but charming and warm. As she got to know Prince David she found herself falling in love with his deep green eyes, his warm touch, and his soft, but strong, and comforting voice.
About a week before they were to be married, news sprang out all over the kingdom, "The princess has been found. This one is just a woodcutter's daughter!" The real princess was on her way back home from a faraway land where she had been sold as a slave. The people of the town grew uneasy every day the real princess got closer. Some people camped outside the castle, the crowd steadily growing larger, day by day. The king and queen feared for their adopted daughter's life so they sent for the woodcutter. Without anything else to be done they sent the woodcutter and his daughter away in disguises with provisions.
To be continued...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Pooled Ideas
For the past couple of weeks I have been pooling ideas of one sort or another. Usually pertaining to a TV show that I would love to create.
Setting: It would be anywhere between Victorian England and modern day.
Style: TV show where the main character is a vampire, but not in the Twilight or Harry Potter way where it is a normal world and this main character and their community exists in our world now but is hidden away, but rather as a heavily stylized world full of random events of pure symbolism, as like the photo seen here. How better to illustrate what I mean
than by photos of Anime vampires lifted from photobucket? ;)
Story: I have been having some trouble coming up with a believable and charming storyline. I am not sure if I would rather have it be an Investigative Story which focuses on the plot of each episode with only a small indication of a subplot leading up to the season's end. I.E. NCIS, CSI, X-Files. Or if I want it to be a miniseries-esk show where it focuses on each season's plot heavily with indication of a huge overarching several season story. I.E. Prison Break. Or if I want it to be entirely miniseries where there is a previously set story/character development. (No Example). I am leaning towards the two most recently mentions ones, and further towards the latter of the two.
Feel: The feeling of the show would be "epic" this, hands down, is the one thing I have set in stone. The intro music would be intense and exciting. I.E. NCIS, only more so. And the 'extro' music would be just as exciting. I.E. Doctor Who, The Bourne Movies, etc.
Imagine as you listen to the song below: The TV show starts, shows the event which opens up to that day's episode. Then, when the intro video starts the intro of the song starts playing and small clips of the show are shown, nothing too epic. But right when the light intro stops and the song becomes epic the name of the TV show flashes to the screen and then it goes into awesome shots of the characters from the show in all their glory and epic-ness.
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Rating: TV show would be rated roughly that of the X-files. Weird goings on, but probably nothing too gory, like the open autopsies in the CSI shows.
Pros:
Cons:
Feedback?
Comments?
Oh, and do NOT steal my ideas, please. I would probably die of depression. õ_ó
Sinceriously,
Joel Watson
*Props to Beth for introducing me to that song/band
Setting: It would be anywhere between Victorian England and modern day.
Style: TV show where the main character is a vampire, but not in the Twilight or Harry Potter way where it is a normal world and this main character and their community exists in our world now but is hidden away, but rather as a heavily stylized world full of random events of pure symbolism, as like the photo seen here. How better to illustrate what I mean
than by photos of Anime vampires lifted from photobucket? ;)Story: I have been having some trouble coming up with a believable and charming storyline. I am not sure if I would rather have it be an Investigative Story which focuses on the plot of each episode with only a small indication of a subplot leading up to the season's end. I.E. NCIS, CSI, X-Files. Or if I want it to be a miniseries-esk show where it focuses on each season's plot heavily with indication of a huge overarching several season story. I.E. Prison Break. Or if I want it to be entirely miniseries where there is a previously set story/character development. (No Example). I am leaning towards the two most recently mentions ones, and further towards the latter of the two.
Feel: The feeling of the show would be "epic" this, hands down, is the one thing I have set in stone. The intro music would be intense and exciting. I.E. NCIS, only more so. And the 'extro' music would be just as exciting. I.E. Doctor Who, The Bourne Movies, etc.
Imagine as you listen to the song below: The TV show starts, shows the event which opens up to that day's episode. Then, when the intro video starts the intro of the song starts playing and small clips of the show are shown, nothing too epic. But right when the light intro stops and the song becomes epic the name of the TV show flashes to the screen and then it goes into awesome shots of the characters from the show in all their glory and epic-ness.
*
Rating: TV show would be rated roughly that of the X-files. Weird goings on, but probably nothing too gory, like the open autopsies in the CSI shows.
Pros:
- I think if I could get a show like this onto public access it would be a pleasant thing to watch, as opposed to city meetings, or a couple people talking about a local animal shelter.
- It would be fun to make, and more fun to watch.
Cons:
- I have limited directing/acting/writing abilities. Most limited on the writing side.
- I have few friends that are interested in acting, as I would want this to be a local project with people I know. As opposed to hiring others (free, or otherwise).
- No video camera or microphone to use for sufficient quality video/sound.
- Low. Income. ><>
Feedback?
Comments?
Oh, and do NOT steal my ideas, please. I would probably die of depression. õ_ó
Sinceriously,
Joel Watson
*Props to Beth for introducing me to that song/band
Monday, September 22, 2008
If Only, If Only, the Woodpecker Sighed
Before you watch yon below video one must first ask themselves: "Am I a New York Giants fan?" If not you may proceed to watch the video.
...Well, I lied. There is actually another thing one must ask themselves: "Do I hate the New England Patriots?" And if you do not hate them, please continue below.."
Okay, I'm guessing you expected this. "Do you love the Pats?" Okay, if you do, continue.
Disclaimer: This song is AMAZING, but it was made before the Superbowl, so..
Isn't that amazing? Props to the talent.
Sinceriously,
Joel Watson
...Well, I lied. There is actually another thing one must ask themselves: "Do I hate the New England Patriots?" And if you do not hate them, please continue below.."
Okay, I'm guessing you expected this. "Do you love the Pats?" Okay, if you do, continue.
Disclaimer: This song is AMAZING, but it was made before the Superbowl, so..
Isn't that amazing? Props to the talent.
Sinceriously,
Joel Watson
Friday, September 5, 2008
Yet More English Stuff
Write about your first time driving
My father was always rather busy, and my mother had an adverse reaction to the thought of teaching her fifth child (third son) to drive. I quickly employed the help of my eldest brother. He would sometimes stay with us for a couple weeks on his college vacation. Whenever I thought about it, I would beg him to take me driving down our road, which he was inclined to do as he greatly enjoyed teaching people new things.
On my first trip he taught me what to check before turning the key: make sure I was buckled and that everyone else in the vehicle was also. Check the seat, mirror, gas, etc. I turned the key and the car roared to life; I was very surprised how easy it was to start a vehicle. I put my foot on the brake, shifted to reverse, and started to roll backwards. Once I aligned myself with the road I stopped the car with the brake and shifted to drive. I gingerly pressed my foot to the gas pedal—nothing happened.
“You need to put a little more pressure on the gas,” my older brother instructed.
“Alright,” I stated, as I over calculated the pressure needed. The car lurched forward and I jumped, jamming both my feet to the brake pedal. My brother chuckled, and my face flushed red with embarrassment. I do hate the thought of screwing up.
“It's not that big of a deal,” my brother told me. “Put more of your foot on the pedal. You'll get better control that way.” I did so, and slowly the car rolled down the hill that our house rests upon, down the road at about two miles per hour.
The rest of the trip was uneventful excepting the twenty-seven point turn I did to turn the car around when we reached the end of our property, but I will never forget the first time I felt that giddy and important feeling I get when I am entrusted with such a responsibility.
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I live at the end of a half-mile long road, and most of this is on our property. When I was fourteen years old, I had an interest in driving. I wanted to learn early so that when I became old enough to get my license, I would already be both a pleasant driver, one who goes with traffic without causing road rage, and a safe one, who follows the limits in an orderly fashion.My father was always rather busy, and my mother had an adverse reaction to the thought of teaching her fifth child (third son) to drive. I quickly employed the help of my eldest brother. He would sometimes stay with us for a couple weeks on his college vacation. Whenever I thought about it, I would beg him to take me driving down our road, which he was inclined to do as he greatly enjoyed teaching people new things.
On my first trip he taught me what to check before turning the key: make sure I was buckled and that everyone else in the vehicle was also. Check the seat, mirror, gas, etc. I turned the key and the car roared to life; I was very surprised how easy it was to start a vehicle. I put my foot on the brake, shifted to reverse, and started to roll backwards. Once I aligned myself with the road I stopped the car with the brake and shifted to drive. I gingerly pressed my foot to the gas pedal—nothing happened.
“You need to put a little more pressure on the gas,” my older brother instructed.
“Alright,” I stated, as I over calculated the pressure needed. The car lurched forward and I jumped, jamming both my feet to the brake pedal. My brother chuckled, and my face flushed red with embarrassment. I do hate the thought of screwing up.
“It's not that big of a deal,” my brother told me. “Put more of your foot on the pedal. You'll get better control that way.” I did so, and slowly the car rolled down the hill that our house rests upon, down the road at about two miles per hour.
The rest of the trip was uneventful excepting the twenty-seven point turn I did to turn the car around when we reached the end of our property, but I will never forget the first time I felt that giddy and important feeling I get when I am entrusted with such a responsibility.
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Another English Essay
Write a dialogue between two or more people. Have each person involved speak at least twice.
“--kill a man!” said a voice, quiet and muffled, barely audible.
“What do you know?!” A second voice quickly rang, higher pitched, but raspy and thin with too much sarcasm.
There was a pause before the first replied, cowering before the second voice's menace. “Well, i-it's wrong.”
“You don't know anything.”
The first voice gained confidence, “And on the day before the sabbath!”
“You don't understand!” The raspy voice blurted out so suddenly as to make me start quickly and trip on a loose stone in the sidewalk. I quickly scrambled up again and leaned my ear against the cold brick. The voices were lower and unable to be understood. I started telling myself that it was probably nothing, when the voices stopped altogether. I strained my ears to hear what had caused them to stop but all I heard was a slow quiet rustle of leaves, like something climbing through a bush.
“Hehe-he..” I heard the second voice chuckle clearly; I looked up, hoping I wouldn't see what I knew I would.
The second voice belonged to a hideously ugly man with short curly black hair and a face which desperately needed a shave squeezed into a smirk. I got the instant impression that the death they were talking about over the wall was not the first this man had caused---and would not be the last.
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First, I must tell you that I very much condemn eavesdropping, both then and now. I would never have, under normal circumstances, listened in on any conversation to which I wasn't a part. But as I walked down the city street and passed a red brick wall with an untrimmed hedge spilling over the top, I heard something which perked up my interest.“--kill a man!” said a voice, quiet and muffled, barely audible.
“What do you know?!” A second voice quickly rang, higher pitched, but raspy and thin with too much sarcasm.
There was a pause before the first replied, cowering before the second voice's menace. “Well, i-it's wrong.”
“You don't know anything.”
The first voice gained confidence, “And on the day before the sabbath!”
“You don't understand!” The raspy voice blurted out so suddenly as to make me start quickly and trip on a loose stone in the sidewalk. I quickly scrambled up again and leaned my ear against the cold brick. The voices were lower and unable to be understood. I started telling myself that it was probably nothing, when the voices stopped altogether. I strained my ears to hear what had caused them to stop but all I heard was a slow quiet rustle of leaves, like something climbing through a bush.
“Hehe-he..” I heard the second voice chuckle clearly; I looked up, hoping I wouldn't see what I knew I would.
The second voice belonged to a hideously ugly man with short curly black hair and a face which desperately needed a shave squeezed into a smirk. I got the instant impression that the death they were talking about over the wall was not the first this man had caused---and would not be the last.
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English "Essay" For School
Write on owning a pet - a Good (or Bad) idea.
"One should always own some sort of pet, especially when growing up. Having an animal around to care for and feed creates a sense of obligation for you, the owner. It teaches you to care more for others whether they be animal or human. Another positive about having an animal companion around is you rarely get lonely. Unlike family and friends, pets, especially dogs, almost never, if ever, get tired of having you around. I would strongly suggest that everyone grow up caring for an animal or family pet."
"One should always own some sort of pet, especially when growing up. Having an animal around to care for and feed creates a sense of obligation for you, the owner. It teaches you to care more for others whether they be animal or human. Another positive about having an animal companion around is you rarely get lonely. Unlike family and friends, pets, especially dogs, almost never, if ever, get tired of having you around. I would strongly suggest that everyone grow up caring for an animal or family pet."
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