I can see you at the end of the screen. You’re reading this. Why? It’s close to Halloween. Watch Something. Watch Halloween Kills. That movie in my eyes…BANGER. You know what I’ve come to realize. Steve from Blues Clues came back. Why? Is he in debt? You’re reading this and you’re probably wondering, How the fuck is this a flash fiction story. I’m going to be honest with you…It’s currently 12:39 am and all those words that you just read are my thoughts at this time of the hour. Yea.. I fucked up bad. To anyone currently reading…I’m going to be honest, I’m currently writing this on the top of my brain while taking a shit. I missed two classes. That is not good. Not at all. I’ve read you’re story. It was really good. The attention to imagery is just amazing. You my friend, You are going places for sure. I should probably start actually writing now. Well, here is a preview to a piece of dialogue I did for a project that will never see the light of day. Enjoy.

 

HUNTER: You’ve always been stubborn. You’re blinded by love and oblivious to the hate I have for the world you fixated in your head. This world isn’t sunshine and love. This world deteriorates in front of us but you choose to look the other way in hopes that the flames stop and beautiful flowers grow through the cracks. Just let me die in peace Sophia.

 

SOPHIA: When I first met you, people told me to keep walking and don’t look back. They told me you were a man who killed anyone who looked at you or your brothers wrong. That he didn’t love anyone and that if you were to look into your eyes, you would be staring into the devil’s eyes. When I looked at you that night, was I looking at the devil?

 

HUNTER: It’s something you shouldn’t be asking me. Everyone has their own perception of life. So, that night, October 30th, 1978, did you lock eyes with the devil?

That’s enough. Speaking of the devil, this is also a sneak peek of another project that I hope to finish writing and direct by the year 2050. Enjoy.

The scratching stops. MICHAELA hears the scratching stop and comes from underneath the blanket. To her sight, she is now at her elementary school. She is in the middle of her classroom. In the daylight, this classroom is filled with smiles and tunes of laughter coming from the children who come to learn. Now, the classroom is gray and muddy.

This isn’t good at all but it was fun. Feel free to butcher it in the comments and in my blackboard. I gotta go to bed. Remember this though…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’M BATMAN.