The Amateurish Writer: Project Horror Movie

If I Were The Green Hornet

2011-01-14T18:55:00.003+08:00

If I were the Green Hornet... I'd get myself all kinds of weaponry and vehicles and literally mow down crime and criminals...

My first act would be to acquire a heavy duty vehicle, like a Hummer or tractor... but a tractor moves slow... maybe a battle tank... still slow... so I'll stick to the Humvee... and drive around KL and run over all the law offenders... especially the Mat Rempits who don't respect the law and race wherever they feel like and scratch people's nice cars... just run them all over with my Humvee... also for those who park illegally and become a nuisance for others... I mean, I get it, sometimes parking can be tough but you don't have to make life miserable for other people to pass through... after a couple of weeks, people would have to start behaving, otherwise their cars / bikes would be completely destroyed...

I would also use my weapons to unleash justice to those who murders their babies by either abandoning them to die or by way of abusing. Yup, my electric whips and billy club would be put to good use for sure. Then I'd hang them (not by their necks of course) at a very public place so that they'd become examples to future baby murderers.

Hmm, what else can I do... I guess I could just patrol the streets and help out those in need, especially in areas where theft normally occur. But then again, that sounds like what Batman would do. Not the Green Hornet.

Maybe I oughta upgrade the local police task force or something so that they'd be more efficient in handling criminal cases like the ones in the TV shows.

Or it depends on what my sidekick wants to do... hehe...

New Job

2010-06-14T14:49:00.001+08:00

I've been 'promoted' at work to do copywriting... which is a big deal and a lot of hard work, especially since I would be doing it all alone... sigh...

But I am up for the challenge and I've been told that my work is good... so far... :)

Nothing new to report on the fiction side... everything is bits and pieces for now...

I Wanna Watch Toy Story 3

2010-05-28T22:55:00.006+08:00

First, it was Iron Man 2, then it was Ip Man 2. Shrek Forever After AKA Shrek 4. Seems like this month (and last month), it's one sequel after another. Now it's time for Toy Story sequel.

Toy Story. What a blast from the past eh?

Woody, Buzz and the gang are back and this time, Andy is heading off to college. The toys are being dumped at a daycare center and they are facing a bunch of toddlers who are not as gentle with them as Andy was...

So I wanna watch Toy Story 3 because I need to find out what (mis)adventures the gang will stumble on and what's going to happen to them now that Andy's gone off to college.

Also, I wanna watch Toy Story 3 because it's a Pixar movie and Pixar movies have always been excellent. Okay, maybe not all of them, but most of them are very good. Finding Nemo? The Incredibles? Up? Wall-E? Good movies right?

And of course, because of this guy...

How cute is he? :)

I heard there are plenty of new toys introduced in this movie. I've seen the photos and I think I am most looking forward to seeing this toy:

Mostly because she looks like (technically they are the same species I think) Cera, from The Land Before Time. Cute triceratops... another blast from the past eh?

So, all in all, I am looking forward to catching Toy Story 3... hopefully the 3D version... :)

Sample

2010-03-26T02:05:00.001+08:00

“Is there any other fitting room?”
Joe looked up. She was a pretty lady. A bit agitated. Joe glanced behind her and saw the reason for her agitation. A small boy, about 7 years old.
“Can we go now?”
The lady sighed and implored Joe with her eyes.
“Please. I just need to try this one dress.”
Joe looked around. There really was nothing he could do for her. The line for the fitting rooms was a mile long.
“What about the one in the back?”
Joe turned around. His supervisor appeared out of nowhere and suggested the mobile fitting room in the storage area.
“Great! Would you mind taking me there?”
The supervisor nodded and signaled for Joe to go. Joe sighed under his breath and led the way.
“Anything for a looker…”
“I’m sorry?”
Joe’s eyes went wide as he realized he had spoken out loud.
“Nothing, ma’am,” Joe said. “Here we are.”
He held the door open for her and smiled. As soon as she disappeared inside, his smile faded and he cursed his supervisor for his philandering mind. Just as he was about to kick a box, he realized that the lady’s kid was staring at him. Joe flashed him his trademarked dazzling smile.
The kid remained stoic.
Just as Joe attempted to talk to the kid, there was a bump behind him. Joe turned around. Another bump. ”Ma’am?”
There was a voice but it’s inaudible.
“Excuse me?”
Another bump.
“Is everything okay?”
Joe could hear sounds of a struggle. He was scared out of his mind but he still reached for the door handle. Suddenly, something grabbed his left leg. His heart skipped a beat.
He calmed down when he saw it was just the kid. His face was paler than usual.
Joe turned around and almost bumped into the lady. His heart skipped several beats this time.
There was something different about her.

New Ideas

2010-03-16T22:51:00.002+08:00

Lotsa new ideas suddenly hitting me...

There's one about a couple on the verge of splitting up because one has to get married...

One about a boy who can see dead people...

And of course, the one about the haunted thing in a mall...

New Idea

2010-03-05T17:56:00.003+08:00

I am working on something new right now... an idea was pitched to me by a friend...

Still a horror movie... quite original... having difficulty establishing some stuff... but still in the works...

Will update with something soon... hopefully... :)

Project Horror

2010-02-09T14:56:00.000+08:00

I've started this project because I am tired of watching Malay horror movies that are basically recycled versions of themselves...

You have one guy + one girl, be it in a relationship or married... plus one or two kids... add an entity that will haunt them... then you make one of the adults as someone who don't believe the supernatural... but will believe after seeing the partner change their skin color or float or have gory makeup on...

Bring in a bomoh or a tok imam, have him fight the entity and banish it... happily ever after...

That's basically all the horror movies lately, just change the setting, and the storylines a bit... and the entity haunting... and you basically have Jangan Pandang Belakang, Congkak, Santau, Jangan Tegur etc...

I wanna see something different... like Rahsia... or even Histeria...

So I am working on a script to make a different kind of horror movie... not that I am really good or anything but I am increasingly getting frustrated at our local horror films... and if no one out there can make it, then maybe I oughta give it a shot... got nothing to lose pun kan?

Revamp

2010-01-25T18:50:00.001+08:00

TAW will undergo a revamp soon... pls be patient... thanks :)

Ideas

2009-11-25T16:56:00.000+08:00

So many ideas but it's really hard to get them down on paper... or type in the computer I should say...

sigh...

I wish I could take some time off and really concentrate on writing...

Oh, and The Harrowing is slightly disappointing... I thought it would be slightly nice... the atmospheric vibe had been okay so far... soon as the words 'ouija board' was mentioned, it turned me off completely...

The Harrowing

2009-11-02T16:30:00.000+08:00

Got this book last week... The Harrowing by Alexandra Sokoloff... it's about five people trapped on a campus with something or someone stalking them... :)

In order news, I am starting to write again... wish me no writer's block! :)

Pearson Warehouse Sale

2009-09-29T10:58:00.000+08:00

For those of you who love books, this is a good warehouse sale to go to...

More info @ Everyday.Com.My and Shopping? Yes, Please

Blind Fall

2009-09-23T01:45:00.000+08:00

Christopher Rice is one of my fave authors. His first book was called A Density of Souls.

I loved it. The narrative was great and the subplots were all perfectly intertwined.

His second book, The Snow Garden, was also cleverly written. Needless to say I loved it and idolized Christopher Rice.

However, the third book, Light Before Day, was not as good as the previous two. It was somehow a bit messy and not as seamlessly woven. But I did still enjoy it though.

His latest, Blind Fall, was out in the market since last year but I only found out last week. I tracked it down to Kinokuniya in KLCC and luck was on my side. The only copy was reserved for me. Braving KL traffic in Ramadan, I went to KLCC and got me the book.

Finished reading it at home town, in between Raya-ing and cooking in the kitchen. I enjoyed it but it was not as stellar as the first two, although better than Light Before Day.

Let's hope Christopher Rice writes about something else other than the Marines in the next book coz I ain't liking the two with marines in it...

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Stuck

2009-08-06T18:05:00.000+08:00

So right now... I have two ideas for fiction... and lots of other stuff still pending... can't seem to write these days. Lotsa distractions I think...

Am going to have to do something about that...

Idea Baru

2009-08-04T19:25:00.000+08:00

I went home to see family last weekend. I arrived very late. Around 2.30am or so. I had already alerted my family of my arrival and messaged my brother way before I arrived at the bus station.

But I was waiting for him for more than 15 minutes and yet he never turned up.

Then, there was this cab driver... walked up to me and talked to me. Of course, I had my Ipod plugged in and did not hear him. But I got the gist of what he was asking me.

"Do you have a ride home?"

I nodded and off he went. Man, that was creepy. Coz he walked right up to me, in my breathing space and stood in my face and asked me that.

After a while of waiting for my brother, along with some choice cuss words, I kinda decided that I might as well just go with the cab driver but the creepiness of that situation was still abound so I did not dare to.

Then, it got me thinking. What if I actually got into that cab and disappeared forever? Kidnapped... or murdered...

The cogwheels of the brain has turned... and I had all weekend long to stew with the idea... yes, yes, I have many ideas but I dun really do much...

I think I need to take a month off of work and just concentrate on writing...

So, the story would go like this... this kid went home and got kidnapped... friends from KL come over to the town to investigate and stumble upon something bigger... :)

New Story

2009-07-21T17:55:00.000+08:00

I have this idea floating around in my head (which btw, is how I write things)...

It's about this one guy. The middle child of the family who happens to be a normal guy while his entire family are supernatural. They have powers and stuff.

And it's set in a world where humans and vampires kinda co-exist, having banded together in fear of demons.

So this guy wants to fit in but he stood out like a sore thumb.

Stuff is swirling in my head right now. As soon as they are more coherent, I'll put it down on paper...

2009-07-16T10:41:00.001+08:00

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Blood Heir

2009-07-13T16:37:00.000+08:00

The night air was still. Unnatural fog had encased the area. It was deathly quiet, except for the sounds of ragged breaths and running feet. He was soaked to the bone. His brown robe clung to his body and added weight to it, making it slightly harder to run fast. He could not tell whether it was from his own sweat or from the dampness of the fog. He prayed that his legs would not give out and ran as hard as he could. He took a chance and glanced behind him. He could make out the shape of the castle but he could not see sunrise.
The sun should have risen by now. That was the ace up his sleeve, the reason why he planned his escape. Sighing, he ran faster and harder. He knew the deepest and darkest of magic were at hand and that he would die if he did not escape. The fog seemed to be whispering to him, telling him that he was going to die. With no sunlight in the way, there was virtually nothing stopping the Master and his minions from catching up to him. It was a scary thought and it almost petrified him. He pushed the thought aside and focused on the running. He knew he needed to make it. The world had to be warned.
There was a sudden noise behind him, like somebody was chasing him. He turned around to see but there was no one there. He sighed in relief. Nobody had caught up to him yet. Unfortunately for him, his seemingly good fortune was short lived. With his eyes looking behind his shoulder, he did not see the small boulder on the path. His foot struck the boulder hard and he fell to the ground. He definitely heard a cracking sound. Stubbed toes perhaps or maybe even a broken bone.
He raised himself up and continued running, even though his foot felt like it was on fire. Definitely something broken down there. He pushed that thought aside and continued running. Although a casual observer would have said that he was more limping than running. Then he heard it. Something above him.
Flapping noises. Like somebody airing out leather skins. The realization made his stomach churn and his hopes dashed. Those noises could only mean one thing. Bats. Those nocturnal creatures sounded like they were hovering just above him.
Oh no…
They had found him. He was praying that it was just the minions and not the Master himself. He grabbed a nearby fallen branch and continued running. The fog seemed to be lifting and he could see quite clearly now. He saw the path all the villagers usually take to get to the church. He was hoping that somebody would be on their way to church and would carry a cross or holy water with them.
He reached the path and stopped for a breather. He just could not run anymore. His foot was hurting and his lungs were on fire. He looked around but saw no one. The flapping noises kept getting louder and louder. He was at the end of his tether and did not know what to do. Just as he was resigned to the fact that he was doomed, he heard a horse carriage coming closer.
His hopes were lifted and he stepped into the path, trying to see from where the carriage came. He saw it, headed from the path towards the village. Surely these people were heading for Sunday mass. Good people who must carry crosses and holy water. Hopefully some handy garlic as well.
However, as the carriage got closer to him, he could see that there was no driver. Wait, there was a driver. He was slumped over the seat, eyes devoid of life. As the carriage passed by him, he could see dead bodies in it. Those creatures must have gotten to them just as they entered the path. These cold blooded killers must be stopped, at all costs. However, he knew he was injured and was no match for them so he could not take vengeance for the death of that family.
All hope drained from him, he tried to run towards the church, which was closer than the village. He hoped against hope that somebody would already be in the church by now. Maybe even the priest or the pastor. He liked the idea of being saved by a priest. Priests surely have some powers to stop these abominations. He was just a monk. A powerless, weaponless and injured monk at that. Sighing, he began to run. He got no more than three steps before he realized he was surrounded by wolves.
These were no ordinary wolves. He knew that for a fact. These were his minions. He hefted the branch in his right hand, ready to attack. What he did not count on was the bats. They flew overhead and he instinctively protected his head with both his hands. This was when the wolves jumped and attacked him. He was bleeding profusely. There were cuts everywhere. He knew he was dying.
However, the savage animals did not finish him off. They circled him and growled but they did nothing. He tried getting up. Realizing that the growling had stopped, he looked around. The animals were gone. In their place were humans. But he had long ago recognized these humans for what they are. Minions of the Master. Shapeshifting vampires.

To be continued...

True Blood

2009-07-12T22:00:00.000+08:00

I am watching True Blood these days. I love it. Wish I could be that good...

Slayer Series

2009-03-10T17:32:00.000+08:00

Malaysia, 1910

The night was silent, the air still. A figure stood hunched over a watering hole. There was a groan nearby. The figure moved.
"Please, don't hurt me."
The figure laughed, a hauntingly chilling sound that resonated fear throughout the jungle. Shahrul shuddered violently as he saw the creature running towards him. He knew he was going to die. He had always thought he would die from old age. He closed his eyes and started to pray loudly in Malay. However, the creature never did touch him. He opened his eyes and saw that he was alone. A grunt. Shahrul jumped and yelped. He looked around and saw silhouettes of two people fighting.
A split second later he realized that those were not two people. At least one of them was not. It was clearly the pontianak that attacked him, fighting a man. He sighed in relief, thinking that his family had sent out a search party for him. However, the feeling did not last as the pontianak gave a vicious uppercut to the man that sent him flying backwards. Right into Shahrul. Shahrul had enough presence of mind to duck out of harm's way. The man crashed into a tree and landed on his face. Shahrul went to check up on him.
"Azril?"
Azril was already on his feet, holding a piece of sharpened wood in his left hand. The pontianak came rushing at them, making that awful laughing noise again. Shahrul took Azril's hand and tried to move him.
"Come on!"
Azril stood his ground and shook off Shahrul's grip. With steely determination in his eyes, Azril took two steps forward. Shahrul thought he was going to faint because they were in the moonlight now and he saw the creature for the first time now. It looked like a female, with long jet-black hair and billowy white cape that was torn in all the wrong places and stained with blood. Her face was contorted with blood lust and menacing lines, her sharp fangs glistened in the moonlight.
And his best friend was right in the path of this killer beast. He looked at Azril and saw him smiling. It frightened Shahrul because Azril's expression was no different from the pontianak that was about to kill them. The creature was almost upon them and yet none of them were moving. Before he could try to do something heroic, he saw Azril dropping forward to the ground, landing on his right hand. When the vampire woman came at them, he saw Azril flipped his body up, bringing his feet straight into the face of the vampire while balancing on his right hand. Shahrul could have sworn he heard something popped. The vampire woman staggered backwards before falling down on her butt, clutching her mouth.
Azril finished the flip by landing back on his feet. In one blink of an eye, Azril shoved the wood in his left hand into the chest of the creature. She screamed for a second, and then there was nothing left of her except dust.
Shahrul was still shocked by what transpired, and he only broke out of his trance when he heard Azril moaned. Apparently Azril had been wounded as well.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not."
"You could have been killed."
"I know," Azril said. "My sister would have killed that thing easily."
"Azura?" Shahrul asked, looking straight into Azril's eyes. "Azril, you have to start telling what's been going on. How did you find me?"
"I was passing through."
"Passing through? Are you leaving again?"
Azril did not answer.
"Please don't push me away again."
"You won't understand."
"Give me a chance to understand, let me in, please."
"My sister was a Vampire Killer."
"What?"
"Remember last year?"
Shahrul nodded solemnly.
"We were in the forest, bringing down Normah."
"The crazy witch?"
"Yeah, Callia used Normah as bait for us to leave the village and she killed everyone while we were gone."
"You knew about her and you never warned anybody?"
"I could not."
"You could have warned me and my family."
"What good will that do? They'd just laugh it off. You would too, and don't you dare deny it."
Shahrul nodded in agreement and put his hand on Azril's shoulder in an attempt to silently apologizing. Azril took the hint and put his hand on Shahrul's hand.
"Everything makes sense now," Shahrul said. "The weird occurrences, the fighting, the deaths, the blood stains on your clothes."
Azril burst into tears, surprising Shahrul. All these years, he had known Azril as a stubborn and tough young man. Shahrul took Azril into his arms, embracing him, trying to soothe him.
"She should not have gone to challenge the Fanged King."
Shahrul's heart went out to Azril.
"Neither should you."
Azril looked up, straight into Shahrul's eyes.
"Your sister was the most excellent warrior this village had ever known."
Azril rested his head in resignation on Shahrul's shoulder.
"I don’t want to lose you too."

Thumbdrive

2009-03-04T16:48:00.000+08:00

I used to have a lot of writings but my thumbdrive is prone to get virus infection so a lot of the newer writings are gone...

Am gonna need to search my external hard drive to see if I have any left...

This is not the first time it's happened... I was close to finishing a book once when my laptop got stolen... sigh...

Necropolis

2009-02-10T16:08:00.000+08:00

Check out this website!

It belongs to Anthony Horowitz. I am reading his Power of Five series. No, it's not Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Wyatt and Chris. It's about five gatekeepers who keep the denizens of hell back, especially the Old Ones.

Am currently engrossed in Book Four... Necropolis.... :)

Script: Something Dangerous

2009-01-30T16:12:00.000+08:00

This is one of my first creations... I wrote this when I was freelancing for one of the nation's cellphone carriers, when they offered digital downloads of mini novels... it's called Something Dangerous, Part 1...

The questions had been playing on everybody’s minds. Were they breaking some sort of rules? There were always consequences when invoking the supernatural but they suppressed the thoughts. At first they all hesitated at the suggestion. However, Farid managed to convince them. He used all their weaknesses to his advantage.

Lydia wanted her skin flawless as she wanted to be the prettiest girl in school. Saiful wanted to put on more muscle on his slightly lean frame so that he could be the jock he aspired to be. Maya wanted riches beyond compare while Adam just wanted to pass all his subjects.

Nobody really asked what Farid’s getting out of this. They were caught up in the moment and were all excited about it. This would be their final practice before the actual summoning later that night. Farid has meticulously researched the procedures and gathered all the ingredients.

“Okay, everybody knows their parts right?” Farid asked, attempting to pass off as the ringleader again.

Everybody nodded solemnly. Farid looked at his watch. Five minutes till midnight. One by one, they all took their place and lit their candles. As soon as the clock struck midnight, Farid began chanting. For a few moments, everything was dead still. Even the air somehow remained stagnant.

In a matter of minutes, the air seemed charged with some sort of energy. They could feel a slight breeze whipping around them, extinguishing the lit candles. All four of them scanned the surroundings. Things were getting quite scary and intimidating. Then, all of a sudden, there was a slight pounding at the main doors.

“What was that?” Lydia asked timidly.

More pounding noises were heard, followed by gales of laughter. They were all freaking out.

“Have fun, you freaks!”

Saiful recognized the voices.

“I’m going to kill them!” Saiful screamed. “Stupid seniors!”

He broke off from the circle and pounded on the doors.

“No!” Farid screamed. “You broke the circle!”

Saiful and Farid got into a screaming match.

“I think we better calm down,” Maya suggested, stepping in between the guys.

All of them let out a collective sigh and took deep breaths. Saiful’s seniors had locked them up in the library. It seemed that the seniors had seen Saiful going in there with the other four and they were curious. Of course, after they found out Saiful’s been hanging out with other non-sport students, they decided to teach him a lesson.

“Did you guys know this place is rumored to be haunted?” Maya asked.

“Don’t say that!” Saiful hissed. “You know you’re not supposed to actually say it!”

“What?” Maya asked.

“You’re not supposed to talk about it,” Saiful said in an eerily somber tone. “Coz if you do, it’ll tend to show itself.”

“Especially after what we did,” Adam agreed.

“Oh, by the way, my face still has some zits,” Lydia announced. “I thought we were supposed to get what we wanted?”

“Do I look like an expert on these things?” Farid countered.

“Hey, you said you knew what you were doing!” Saiful piped in.

Maya hushed them all. The three of them looked at her.

“Do you guys feel that?” Maya asked.

All of them grew quiet. There was something in the air. Something unnatural. Something dangerous.

“What is that?” Lydia asked.

“Evil,” Adam answered.

Lemme know what you think... :)

Script: Hush

2009-01-27T00:50:00.000+08:00

My favorite Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode... Hush...

INT. LECTURE HALL - AFTERNOON (DAY)

The last rays of the afternoon sun pour into the class, blacklighting the students and washing Maggie's face in rich amber as she speaks. Buffy sits near the front, by Willow. Riley stands to one side of the class.

MAGGIE
So this is what it is. Talking about communication, talking about language.
Not the same thing. It's about the way a child can recognize and produce phonemes that don't occur in its native language.
It's about inspiration, not the idea but the moment before the idea when it's total, when it blossoms in your mind and connects to everything, before the coherent thought that gives it shape, that locks it in and cuts it off from the universal. When you can articulate it, it becomes smaller. It's about thoughts and experiences that we don't have a word for. A demonstration.
Buffy Summers.

Buffy looks around her. Me?

MAGGIE
Thank you for volunteering. Come down to the front here.

Hesitantly, Buffy does. Stands by Maggie.

MAGGIE
Typical college girl, one assumes. Lie down on my desk.

BUFFY
What?

MAGGIE
Go ahead. You're perfectly safe.

Buffy does, pretty embarrassed. Some titters from the class. She lies on her back, propped up on her elbows and waiting for the next thing.

MAGGIE
Riley. If you could oblige?

Riley moves from his spot on the side. He seems quietly angry at Maggie as he says:

RILEY
A demonstration, right?

MAGGIE
Be a good boy.

He moves around to the back of the desk, stands by Buffy.

MAGGIE
(to the class)
A kiss is just a kiss, I believe the line goes. The rest comes from you.

Buffy and Riley look at each other, speak softly:

BUFFY
This feels very strange.

RILEY
Don't worry. If I kiss you, it'll make the sun go down.

He takes her in his arms and in front of a sea of ogling students, they kiss.

CLOSE ON: BUFFY

As the kiss depends, the light changes. The sun is going down. As she pulls away, it is dark, moonlight the only illumination.

WIDE ANGLE: THE CLASS is empty. Just her and Riley.

RILEY
See?

BUFFY
Fortune favors the brave...

She stands as he looks about them. He turns to her -- and she puts her hand up. Did she hear something?

Very faintly, it can be made out: A little girl, humming tunelessly to herself.

BUFFY
Do you hear that?

She heads out of class, slowly. Riley watches her go, smiles as he whispers to himself.

RILEY
Along came a spider...

INT. SCHOOL ATRIUM/HALL - NIGHT

Buffy moves slowly through the atrium toward the hall, led by the humming, which becomes a nursery rhyme:

LITTLE GIRL
Can't even shout.
Can't even cry.
The Gentlemen are coming by.
Looking in windows,
knocking on doors...
They need to take seven
and they might take yours...

Buffy turns the corner and sees the girl standing facing her at the other end of the hall.

CLOSE ON: THE GIRL'S HANDS. In them is a small box, perfectly square, carved wood.

LITTLE GIRL
Can't call to mom.
Can't say a word.
You're gonna die screaming
but you won't be heard.

Riley comes out as well, a worried expression on his face. He comes to Buffy, reaches silently out to her...

Buffy looks back -- at a Hideous grinning white face that we see for an INSTANT before

INT. LECTURE HALL - AFTERNOON

Buffy wakes with a start.

Click for the full script...

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2009-01-24T01:58:00.000+08:00

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