Category: Writers Block
Note: No sexual Stuff. Our scene opens with the moon high, and the stars shining brightly and illuminating the sky radiantly on a clear night. A new couple sits on the dock of a greatlake, the water lapping softly against the dock of the lake. The stars glisten softly off the water's smooth surface. Ok I have begun this scene. Now I would like to see how creative each of you can be. Please comment with what each of you would like to happen next in this scene. Let's see how wonderful this scene can become! :) I can't wait to see how this scene transpires! :) Enjoy everyone! :)
So It's 3 AM, they have been talking pashinitly all this time, the girl really liking the guy, thinking there's something in him that she likes.
The girl, looks into the guys eyes, and she leans into him for there first kiss.
At the last second, the guy moves back and pushes her in to the water saying, "I never even liked you, u, ****"
A girl aperes out of the trees, and together, hand in hand they go home!...
As the moon rode higher and higher, each of them continued to stare into the lake, seeing each other's reflections.
Two rifle shots from behind them got their attention. Both went forward on the ground, flat and unmoving.
He moved his eyes imperceptibly to get a look at her, and was impressed with her combat-style seal creep as she stealthily moved towards the safety of the water. Quickly, he began to slide forward, using his hands to pull, his knees and feet to push, keeping himself flat on the ground. Behind and to their left and right, shots rang out: no longer sniper fire but AK47s now. He dared not squint through the smoke to see how many there were. He slid up beside her, again impressed with her abilities as both slid quietly into the safety of the water. They spiraled towards the bottom, each curling into a fetal position so as to remove their shoes, lightening themselves for what could be quite a long time in the water.
He surfaced, then she, both gathering large lungfuls of air, and while burning branches hit the water, they again descended, staying close to one another.
As they slowed to a stop, relaxing in the relative calm and stillness only the depths can bring, a shadow slid in front of them, blocking their view from above and in front.
Not stopping to look, she quickly swam away, dragging her stunned partner along. After clearing themselves of the looming shadow, they arrived at a somewhat steap hill overgrown with bushes and vines from a dence group of tall trees. The couple began to climb, hand over hand, maticulously but too slowly making their way to the top. The Sounds of crackling fire and close shots increased their panic which drove them onward and up through their fear and weariness. Seemingly out of nowhere, a bullet grazed his cheek. Spirred by instinctual self preservation, he launched himself the last few feet to level ground and tore into the thicket of trees. She gasped as shot after shot startled her. She lost her grip. Shreaking with horror that she was going to die she clawed vine after bush after slippery tufts of grass, all breaking and coming away, unable to bare her weight. He ran until he could no longer hear her screams. He was too consumed with saving himself to protect her. Now the guilt pored over him, covering him more thurroughly than the lake water, which had only moments ago seemed so calm. He had to go back. he couldn't just leave her there. He must...in the distance, he heard panting. He lay flat, concealing himself amidst the underbrush. The heavy breathing was now more pronounced, and the nearer it came, he was astonished to discover,
She was running to him as fast as she could, with her tattered clothes barely clinging to her, and fear running down her cheeks.
Kate: (shouting)
"Thanks for trying to rescue me Ben!! Great team work... not!! What... who the hell was that!!"
Ben: (shouting out of breath)
"Jesus Kate!, I thought you were dead!! I knew not to mix business with pleasure!" I told you from the beginning that Delario would be after me for putting him in prison five years ago once he got out! You're one of the best undercover agents I know, but somehow this dude has eyes and ears on the outside and knows that the best way to get back at me is to hurt you!!" Now do you see why I told you to stay out of this?
Kate: (tenderly)
"I know honey, but Johnson said that I was the best at infultrating Delario's gang of chronies to find out what his next move is going to be because I can make them think that I'm the good cop chick/wife by day, badass thug bitch by night.
Ben: (annoyed)
"Well, we see how that's gone so far huh?"
Kate: (angry)
"Look Ben, I'm going to stay on this damn case whether you want me to be here or not until Johnson tells me otherwise so get the hell over it!!!"
Ben: (frustrated/resigned)
"I know I know, it's not that I don't think that you're the best person to help me put Delario and his guys away for a long time, I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you because I love you. How's that for your tough guy showing his soft side moment for ya huh? hahaha!!!"
Kate: (laughing)
"Come Here bad boy and give me a kiss before we try to find out who the hell it was that tried to off us back there."
Ben and Kate kiss tenderly and leave the woods and get into Ben's Impala and head toward Dallas PD headquarters where Johnson, a balding pudgy man in his late fifties, downs his fourth cup of black coffee as he finishes reviewing the mountain of papers related to the Delario case.
Note: I really like the style and direction you've taken this scene Leo, and the rest of you added to it well. But allow me to paint a different picture. If you want it to be a continuation story instead of a scene setting topic, feel free to ignore this - or even add to it if you like.
They sat together in companionable silence, listening to the chirp and call of crickets and other night creatures. The man gazed down into the water - silver starlight on black glass. Their reflections smiled back - his, old clay, marred by time and hard experience - hers a shimmering perfection of girlish innocense tinged with an utter certainty that she would be safe. He saw the trust burning in her eyes, and damned if it didn't fil him with pride. He could protect her - he would protect her. It was an old, familiar scene from a stolen moment of happiness, his, and hers both.
The girl's reflection raised a small, delicate hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. A sharp crack resounded over the still water, giving rise to a cacofony of interrupted forest life. The girl's head jerked to the side. She opened her mouth, but only a fine mist of blood escaped her lips. He turned. He didn't need to see the ragged hole to know he was already too late. She pitched forward, and without thinking he caught her before she fell off the dock.
he drew his pistol, aimed and fired in a single, blinding motion. Somewhere beyond starlit shrubbery, a man screamed once, then fell silent. He didn't care. He just sat there, holding her in his arms.
He heard footsteps behind him on the dock. A man in a finely taylored suit approached slowly. A look of genuine concern marred his elderly face. The man stopped beside him.
"I knew I'd find you here, Sir," the man said. "Please come away. You can't change what happened. Why do you insist on punishing yourself?"
He stroked the girl's brow. her skin was already starting to cool. It felt so real - it always did. "She trusted me. She trusted me to keep her safe, to get her away from here. But I failed. 'let's stop and rest a moment' I said. She was so tired. I'd already pressed her too hard. So I made us rest, even though she insisted she could keep going. Even though I knew the danger. Then I got distracted Marcus. I lost myself in the tranquility of the moment."
"It wasn't your fault, sir. You couldn't have known they were that close."
"But I did! They'd been hot on our trail the entire time. If I'd have been just a split second faster, she would still be alive."
"Sir, even if that were true, it's done. It was years ago. You can't keep reliving this memory."
"These fragmented memories are all I have left of her, Marcus. And this is the only one that doesn't hurt as much. Can you believe it? All the happy memories, and yet they all hurt far more than this. What the hell kind of sense does that make?"
"It makes perfect sense, sir. You'd rather feel sorry for yourself every time you watch her die than move on with your life and hold those happy memories sacred."
"What?"
"Forgive me sir, but it's true. I've been your servent twenty years. I know you better than anyone else. And this is what I see. You want to blame yourself, that's fine. It's only natural. But if you can't help feeling like it's your fault then make her death count."
He studdied Marcus for a long time. The old butler had been with his family for longer than he could remember. "You've always been brutally honest, Marcus."
"it's a gift, sir. I wouldn't be very reliable if I wasn't."
"I need to think. I've spent so many nights reliving this like some twisted obsession. I loved her, you know? Only a few days of knowing her and I could already invision myself spending the rest of my life with her. I guess in a way, I have."
"nobody can deny your loyalty, sir."
"Maybe so." He took the girl into his arms and stood up. Then he turned, and for what he sincerely hoped would be the last time, looked down into the water. "And maybe it's time to give my loyalty to the living."
"Very good, sir."
He knelked at the edge of the dock. Water lapped peacefully at its edges. he looked into her eyes a final time. Even in death she was beautiful. And for the first time in twenty years, he saw something new in her eyes ... peace. Perhaps there was hope for him after all.
He kissed her cool forehead, and then lowered her into the water. She hovered on the surface for a moment, staring sightlessly into the night sky. And then the waves took her, enveloped her in star-flecked blackness and bore her silently away.
After a long moment, he stood up. Marcus stood a respectful distance away, his back turned, his head bowed in silent prayer. prayer for his master who had finally found piece, or for the woman he had loved who had felt it all along. He didn't know, and he would never ask.
For a moment he almost turned and looked back, but the urge passed. He gazed up at the night sky. The stars blinked back. Was it his imagination, or was one star shining brighter than the others. He smiled at the thought. "delete memory."
A cool female voice answered. "Are you sure you wish to delete this simulation?"
He hesitated. Marcus turned to him. The old man was smiling. He nodded. "Yes."
"Deleting memory simulation , please stand by."
Around them, the stars, the sky, the trees, the dock and the water all began to come apart. Cracks appeared in the sky, spreading out like the web of a giant spider. Then the memory shattered. Fragments shimmered on the air, and then winked out of existence.
"Simulation deletion complete."
He was left standing in a single small room. For the first time he marveled at how run down it looked. Paint was peeling off the walls. The carpet was frayed. Overhead, the single dull light bulb was covered with dust. He smiled. This was just a room. Nothing more. And it was time he left it alone.
he followed Marcus from the room, feeling ten years younger. He never revisited that memory again. But sometimes, in his dreams, she would come to him. And always, she would be smiling.
Dude!!!! that was awesome!!!!!