January 19, 2012 – Limitless

Writers, if you’ve never seen Limitless you have to see it… Now.

Movies are always good. Watching movies often will improve your writing skills. You watch a scene and you think “Hey, I could make more of that.” or “I would’ve done this instead” It might not seem relevant at that moment but it will be in the future, in the near future I hope.

I often write about my day if I have nothing else to write about. But who wants to read that right? I’ll write about anything that I can get a hold of. Oh yeah, so why is Limitless a writers movie? Well I’ve been reading through some posts, and I often catch some writers get that infamous writer’s block. When your mind goes blank and nothing comes up, and whatever comes up seems so stupid you just want to quit altogether and eat something, play a game, or do whatever other things you do to pass the time. Limitless is a story about such a writer who seems like he’s going nowhere.. until he finds a little wonderful pill that we all wish we had, and would all probably try it regarding the side effects.

My favorite part of the movie (and I’ll try not to spoil it too much) is when he starts writing, when everything is clear, when the words are flowing through the screen. If you’re really passionate about writing and have written stories, you can tell which moment that is. That’s the moment that you just type, and type, and don’t stop. You don’t want to stop or get interrupted, you’ll miss phone calls, not open the door, not want to eat. Because that moment may not come back soon. All the words come together into nice structured sentences and all the commas and periods fall in the right place. A writer’s dream is to be able to write this way, everyday. If you can do this, you can get far at it, you’ll have hundreds of thousands of words in a few weeks and out of so much words, something good must have come out of it. Unfortunately for most of us, half of the time its not like that. I for example can write a lot sometimes, but more often than not I make grammatical mistakes. Then I have to go back and edit once I’m done and that holds me back for a while from writing the next great chapter, or starting the next great story.

What the movie teaches us, is to use up every minute of our time doing something productive, anything. Go out, learn things, write, apply for a job, talk to people. All of these things will help you. If you find yourself searching on google… What to do when you’re bored. It’s time to change that. And by the way, when you’re bored you can search things starting with what, how, why, when or who and see what the top most searched things are, you’ll have a blast with what you find. Not that I do that, but I’m just saying.

Anyways, I wrote just a little today, There’s always something else to do, chores to attend. I wrote Chapter 2 of Syphon Soul, I think it’s an interesting name for a story, I bet no one’s used that one. I edited that and Chapter 1, though I’m sure there’s still some mistakes. I finished Chapter 1 of The Bond, but I got lazy and didn’t edit that, maybe Mr. Landon could help me out, best English teacher there is, take it from me. I’ll write about him next time maybe unless something else comes up, he’s the man that inspired me to take writing more serious.

I’ll be spending time with a special someone this weekend so I won’t write much unless I have the chance or unless there’s something brilliant that I have to write then I’m sorry for her. I’ll be sure to write at least a post a day, they help a lot, I can see the words in my head just waiting to be released to this page like in the movie.

– Zogyark

Syphon Soul – Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Becky was doing some cleaning today, while watching an episode of The young and the restless. The show had Phyllis and Ronan talking about dropping some charges against some person. Becky was intrigued by this and stopped where she was. When the soap took a commercial break she went ahead and put the rest of the trash in the bag and tied it. She lifted the bag up while holding the can, unusually heavier this time she thought there must be some sort of animal in there. She opened the door and took the trash out. She looked around the neighborhood but there were no people outside today. Must be because days like these are stay-inside days, unless you work of course. Becky had been laid off her DMV job the past summer and had been out of work since. Not that she minded, after working for five years she thought a break might be just what she needed to change from the routine that she had been gotten used to. She would never get a job again.

She heard the howling sound the wind makes and quickly put the trash in the dumpster as if there was something after her. She felt the strong wind coming and going right by her, for a split second she thought she saw something but it all happened too fast. Holding one hand on the dumpster, she almost tripped and heard the door to the house shut. Everything was a little more calm again but she was startled by all of this. She stood up again and took a breath. “Holy shit” she told herself, “I guess that’s why people call it a stay at home day, these winds will kill you.” She was damn right about that one. She started walking fast towards the door, with her hands in her pocket to cover the cold. Her hands were thin and were the coldest part of her body. On a really cold day her body stayed normal, but if someone were to take Becky’s hands out of her pockets and take her gloves off, they would find purple hands underneath. She hated this and was a little self-conscious about it.

She started to open the door and heard that howling sound again, but this time from the inside of the house. She continued slowly and placed her ear on the crack of the door as if to hear what it was. At this point she stopped worrying about her hands and started to get a little frightened of what could possibly be inside her house. She knew the wind had closed the door, but it all seemed too freaky now that she heard this noise from the inside. She opened slowly, a little more, and more… and more…

Then she felt the cold wind open the door, rushing outside as if it was all compressed inside the house with no way out. The door hit her nose and the cold wind rushed outside hitting her head. At this moment she instinctively held her right side of the face, which was against the open part of the door. She felt like the wind hit her face harder than the door hit her nose, even though her nose started bleeding. Her face was red, almost purple and her ear kept pulsating to the beat of her heart along with the loud and continuous sound you would hear out of a hospital heart monitor. The sound of death.

“Ow, what the fuck?” She said to herself as she tried to get back up. Ashamed that anyone would notice her, she rushed inside the house and closed the door. She started rushing to the bathroom for the first aid kit that was there. She turned right past the wall and headed for the bathroom door. She opened and closed it and looked at herself. She looked like if she had been punched on the face, as if she had been in a fight with a neighbor. What’s Nathan going to think when he gets home she thought. She reached out for some cotton to clean her nose and some warm cloth to put on her face, her ear was feeling a little better. She was starting to calm down now and when she did she realized something. She couldn’t hear the television in the living room. She didn’t realize it when she came in a rush but now she did, the T.V. was off when she came in, someone is in the house.

She came out of the bathroom and looked around, a little frightened, hearing that howling sound all over outside the house, it would take a minute or two and then it would come back again, hitting the outside of the house. She was frightened, she grabbed one of those big cutting knifes from the kitchen and held it in her hand. She knew someone was in, why would the television be turned off otherwise. She went back to the living room and looked around, She saw a hand. There was a hand holding onto the sofa as if there was a body behind it. She needed to get closer to see the body, but she knew someone must be there. Then the hand let go and she couldn’t see anyone as if the position she was in could be more inconvenient. She walked closer to the sofa, slowly so her footsteps wouldn’t be heard, however she knew that whoever was hiding behind the sofa must already know she was there. So when she got close enough she rushed, through the left side of the sofa where there would be less resistance. Her heart racing fast she raised her hand that held the kitchen knife tight and ready to strike. No one. No one was behind it.

The television turned on and she heard the power come back on. She was startled, scared to death by this, she let go off the knife and it fell on the floor. She gasped for a second and let out a quick yell followed by her hands to cover her mouth. She started breathing fast. She was sweating, specially her hands. “Oh my god.” She said, relaxing, feeling better. The power went out because of the wind, that’s why the T.V. was off… but that hand… she looked around. The knife was gone! Her relief only lasted a few seconds and she was more terrified than before. There was definitely someone in there.

“Becky Becky Becky” She heard someone talk, “You’re too slow, by the time you figure out one thing I’m already planning the next.. It’s no fun like this.” The voice said. This voice wasn’t human though, it’s an alien she thought at first, the most reasonable thing that came to mind. It sounded like a distorted monster, if a dog could talk it would probably sound like this. She looked around for this person, behind her, and behind her again, that’s where the sound was coming from but she saw no one.

“Please take what you want, but don’t hurt me! I have done nothing to you!” She yelled, then she rushed toward the door. Since she couldn’t find the voice, she figured she could escape, and this would be the best time. The door was locked though, and probably the rest also. “No escaping today, I need to feed.” The voice said. This sent her the chills, her mouth started twitching, this thing whatever it was was going to kill her.

“Show yourself!” she yelled out loud and when she did she felt something, on her waist, lifting up her shirt and sweater, she felt hands with sharp nails feeling up her stomach. “Well why, I’ve been right here with you” The voice said. She turned around and tried to grab the hands at the same time but nothing. She put her sweater and shirt back down. “What the hell are you!?” She yelled in desperation, drenched in fear. “I eat souls, I’m here for yours.” At this very moment she felt something go inside of her, another energy, an entity. She froze, she got quiet, her fear, her thoughts stopped. It was fast whatever it was and what it came to do it was done with. After a few hours of standing still, Becky finally moved again and sat on the sofa. She turned the T.V. on  and sat, not blinking, her eyes were grey now and her mouth started drooling eventually. She sat there watching cartoons until Nathan got home.