Styke Saga

So I wrote a rough start and a Treatment.

Styke Saga

When he woke she looked for him. "Styke, when the sun doth rise once more I shall be yours"
"Then I seal that promise with a kiss."
"I need to go milk the cow."
"Velouria, shalt I see thy soon."
"Perhaps" Styke then went on his way to chop wood in the forest. It had been his job since he was a boy. Through the years he had grown strong. He packed up after finishing to go and accompany his family at dinner.
Upon returning he saw his families barn a fire, He ran because he knew Velouria was there. His heart skipped as he passed and broke into. His dad ran in after shouting "she's not here, she’s not. They took her, they took her away."
"I have to go after her."
"You’re an axmen" his father said hesitantly.
"Just an axmen" he questioned.
"You've never used a sword, you don't even have one" there was a pause "or know of anyone who does."
"This axe of mine, with it I provide for my family, with it I protect them."
Fasting his cape he went into the forest. Yielding left and right he made his way. He thought to himself why would they take her and who took her? So caught up in his thoughts he tripped plummeting to the hard unforgiving earth. "What’s your deal? Couldn't you see me here?"
Drawing his axe "who are you?"
"Not someone you'd want to try". Styke tries to strike him down. The wind hisses and Styke finds himself kissing the dirt with a sword ready to be sheathed down his throat. "Now would you like to explain yourself?"
"My name is Styke someone has taken my only true love, barns burning..."
Interrupted "I know of whom you speak and I will help you return this women you speak of safely into your arms yet again. People call me Sykler and I two have lost friends to the Tablords, all they seek is control. Here is your axe back and you can keep this sword."
"Well I only use axes."
"You have two hands, you can use both." Sykler grabs a shield and another sword of superior craftsmanship plated in silver sealed by a zealot of the Rare O'l Thymes at the hilt. "Always be on guard." He swings his sword and points in the direction they’re to go.

Treatment

OR: Styke is living in the wilderness with his family and his soon to be wife Velouria.
Call: 1. Velouria is taken by the Tablords and he decides to go after her. 2. Sykler holding the expiring Styke tells him he was the hero from years past who should have ended the Tablords. He takes the blame, but Styke tells him to press on and change this world.
Refusal: Sykler decided in the past it wasn’t his job to end the rein of the Tablords.
Meeting Mentor: Styke is running in the forest trying to catch his wife’s kidnappers.
Threshold: 1. Styke leaving home. 2. Sykler after Styke’s death decides to become the prophecy.
Test: Learning to wield a sword, Fighting Ace, and saving Velouria.
Allies: Styke, Sykler, Heed, Lynn
Enemies: Orgorn, Ace, and Tablords.
Ordeal: Sykler has to decide that the thing he wants to do least is the thing he must do. Kill Orgorn the Tablord leader.
Reward: Dethroning Orgorn he becomes the leader.
Road Back: He returns to Styke’s grave and has a funeral for Velouria. They’re laid to rest next to each other in the shade of a tree on a hill.
Resurrection: Sykler returns to his rightful throne at the head of the Tablords.
Elixir: Everyone is free from Tablord repression.
Hero: Styke and Sykler.
Mentor: Sykler.
Threshold Guardian: Styke has to die for Sykler to become the hero himself.
Herald: Heed.
Shape Shifter: Lynn.
Shadow: Ace befriends them at first but then betrays them by killing Velouria.
Trickster: Sykler you think he’s a ranger at first, but then you find out that he once was a king before corruption.

Hero Journey Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

OR: Arther Dent is on earth living in the UK.
Call: His earth home is to be demolished little does he know earth is also to be destroyed.
Refusal : Arther puts himself in front of a bulldozer as he is in denial. Ford helps him drink hes problems away.
Meeting Mentor: Ford Leeds him with the help of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Threshold: Hitchhiking into space on a vogon ship.
Test: Space, getting the Point of View gun, and ridding themselves of vogons.
Allies:Ford, Zaphod, Trillian, Marvin, Zaphod and Towels.
Enemies: Vogons.
Approach:Get jettisoned into space, mice try to cut out his brains, Trillian gets kid napped.
Ordeal: Find the answer to life the galaxy and everything.
Reward: He learns to accept the face earth is better off without him.
Road Back: Earth is remade paid for by mice. The question is then asked will he stay on earth.
Resurrection: Mice try to cut out his brains while his friends and him are drugged up, but they manage to exscape.
Elixir: Leaves earth with a love for space and adventure.
Hero: Arther.
Mentor: Ford, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Threshold Guardian: Hitchhiker's Ring, portal gates on Magrathea.
Herald: Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, Ford.
Shape Shifter: Zaphod tries to hide that he destroyed the earth.
Shadow: Vogons, Mice, and maybe Zaphod.
Trickster: Zaphod with his two personalities.

When the boy comes around

Growing up in the shadow of a man, I knew what I would become. But, what kind of man do I want to be? Conventional wisdom has it in Happy Valley Utah that the greatest joy is complete submission to a woman. So is that it? I eat, I work, I bleed, all of this just to please. I give it my all, I give it myself. I'm going to take what I've seen carefully crafted in the shadows and prefect it in the shadow I shall cast on the morrow. There is nothing right about the father who tells his son to go do something he wouldn't do himself. I didn't teach my self how to work, I learned. He gave me his time and he could have gotten it done a lot quicker by himself. The silhouette my father casts never was his. In the shadows we grow, we become, and one day we teach children in the shadows they call their own.
As I reflect back on my life. When I was younger, I remember thinking the kids in high school are gigantic. Now that I am here I can look back and see the Jr. High kids are small, but I still feel like the same person. Gold Finger couldn't have said it better "So here I am growing older all the time, looking older all the time feeling younger in my mind". Personally I don't feel I will truly grow up until I become a father. It’s a transformation where you become this person who’s selfless. It's like when everyone is running out of a burning building, firefighters run in. When your sick and contagious a fathers there patting you on the back as you toss your cookies in the bowl. As a kid my brother was maybe four years old watching my dad toss his cookies he came up and started patting him on the back. Learned by example is the human race. As a father you are mending minds if you ruin them you ruin society, they need to be treated with respect. When a mistake is made as a father, there needs to be an apology. The rules you make for them you must follow yourself, so if you have to put some age limits on it. Someone needs to drive the car.
Emptiness, is one of the feelings my friend faces. He lost his father as a young boy to cancer. It’s been almost a decade. He's bipolar, easy to anger, and cannot find a purpose in life. I've seen these effects on his life and its sad how one soul can so easily make or break us. In all, we human beings will always have our own choice, we decide how it ends. The example of a father cycles through the generations and its hard the break the chain.
This is going to be my life. I’m not going to invent something great; I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be there for my son, my daughter, my wife, and my grand kids. “With arms wide open” as Creed would say.

What do you think I'm giving

Growing up in the shadow of a man, I knew what I would become. But, what kind of man do I want to be? Conventional wisdom has it in Happy Valley Utah that the greatest joy is submission to a woman. So is that it? I eat, I work, I bleed, just to please. I give it my all, I give it myself. I'm going to take what I've seen carefully casted in a shadow and prefect it in the shadow of tomorrow. There is nothing right about the father who tells his son to go do something he wouldn't do himself. I didn't teach my self how to work, I learned. He gave me his time and he could of gotten it done a lot quicker by himself. That shadow my father casted never was his. In the shadows we grow, we become, and we one day teach someone in the shadows they call their own.
As I reflect back on my life when I was younger I remember thinking the kids in high school are gigantic. Now that I am here I can look back and see they are small, but I still feel like the same person. Gold Finger couldn't of said it better "So here I am growing older all the time, looking older all the time feeling younger in my mind". Personally I don't feel I will truly grow up until I become a father. Its a transformation where you become this person whose selfless. Its like when everyone is running out of a burning building, firefighters run in. When your sick and contagious a fathers there patting you on the back as you toss your cookies in the bowl. As kid my brother was maybe four watching my dad toss his cookies he came up and started patting him on the back. Learned by example is the human race. As a father you are mending minds if you ruin them you ruin society, they need to be treated with respect. When a mistake is made as a father, their needs to be an apology. The rules you make for them you must follow yourself so if you have to put some age limits on it

Like as to love as love is to like

I once was in like.
she was in love.
Passionate was she.
Who followed me.
An hour she'd wait.
For a chance to say.
Something real quick.
As I went on my way.
I called her to hang.
On New years day.
She held me tightly.
And I whispered quietly.
Are we more then just friends.

Killing chickens with a stick.
I mean their eggs I'm not that sick.

You cannot spray those bees.
Their too high in the trees.
So why did you spray me?

Christmas Christmas on my shoes.
I believe in Santa, why don't you?

Playin hockey its ice cold.
Put the puck in five hole.
Tossed my cookies for the goal.

When she ignites it feels so right.
Velouria my truck is such eh delight.

Chevelle she is my guitar.
And we rock it very hard.

Water boarding, jumpin the wake.
MJ grab out on the lake.

Water skiing with the moon.
Drink it down with Mountain Dew.

Everything is as good.
As I knew it would.

I Remember

I remember being cold and everyone wetting themselves, but no I just wouldn't, I couldn't let this one slip.
I remember falling and just having to deal with it.
I remember I was pissed when I found out you was a hypocrite.
I remember you lied and you asked me if I could ever forgive.
I remember getting pushed and just havin to along with it.
I remember how everything little thing made me so different.
I remember being loud, so proud, the king of the hall.
I remember sitting back and just watching it all.
I remember you write like talk.
I remember its pronounced like it sounds.
I remember let downs and froopy frowns.
I remember no matter how sad, how bad, how uncomfortable it got.
I remember it just wasn't somthin I really wanted to think about, a lot.

#5 Stream of Consciousness

I'm six, running down Seattle Main Street lost once again in another mall in another town. The orange juice she gave never tasted so good, I had a hundred cups before the people I had left found me. Sliding under the garage to escape Tyson’s fist I reach back to grab my hat then I scattered away. Tops off, cruising in Velouria, my brother was the first to buy a blazer. I didn’t want them to see me. I didn’t want to see them. They we're leaving for two years the last thing I wanted to do was say goodbye so I ran, I ran away from the doors of the MTC. I kidney punched the crowd surfer who kicked me in the head. Dad was pissed, you can’t be near the mosh pit and you can’t be front and center and for the crowd surfer you’re lucky he didn’t beat you up. Why wouldn't he just cuss at me? Ever since she entered his life, he hasn’t been the same. It made me sad it took so long for my half decade older brother and I to become friends. Now I just have to let it slip because everything in time slips away so I will now turn my page.

The Boy who ate the Napkins

Netlson: Man I wish I could read.

Jeff: Dude you know this isn't at all like ordering from a different language.

Netlson: Your point?

Jeff: Well when she read you the daily specials what language was she speaking?

Netlson: English.

Jeff: You ordered the Napkins.

Netlson: Yeah, how much did that cost, I don't speak math well either.

Jeff: Its an 80 dollar meal but,.........but in small print it says if you eat it all its on the house.

Netlson: Does it have any information on these so called Napkins.

Jeff: Yes, made in a factory that may contain nuts.

Netlson: BATTLEROYAL!

Jeff: Netlson your serious about this, aren't you?

Netlson: Bring on the rain or something like that.

Jeff: Here comes our server, let us pray for a miracle.

Server: Here is your chili cheese dog.

Jeff: Thank you.

Server: And for you here is the Napkin.

Netlson: I think he ordered that.

Jeff: Come on man, this isn't cool....I don't want to eat that.

Netlson: Oooooook, I'll givvve it a try.

Jeff: Its good to try new things Netlson, but you don't look so good.

Netlson: Jeff.... come closer ........ I'm.....I'm not going to make it........ I wont make it.....we need to bail.

Clidus

His sideburns curl like the weeds attached to an unattained fence, but barren is the desert on his face. A supernova occurs as his fro grows further out into space. He wears his Boston Celtics jersey everyday with his orange head band to encompass his brown supernova. He lacks yet two inches from being six feet tall. Feeling a bit underachieved in his height as to his friends, he constantly alerts people he is not as vertically challenged as they are. He burns gasoline in a Chevy K5 Blazer painted Mountain Dew green. He always has his emergency Dew in his back pocket at all times. He idolizes the Pixies and knows U-Mass to be the greatest song ever. His friends consistently make fun of how white he is, even though they are all white too. His best friend is Shneekers.

Loosin my Mind.

Kyle and Karl are driving in the carpool lane. Its pouring out side, the temperature is in the low sixties.
Camera angle is whatever the director thinks is an excellent idea.

Karl: It wasn't what it looked liked.
Kyle: The weather is fine.
Karl: You need to let me explain.
Kyle: Well, I already know.
Karl: You do?
Kyle: Yes, the clouds they get all puffed up.....their built to spill.
Karl: You can't go on pushing this out of your mind.
Kyle: Did you watch the Raiders game last night.
Karl: No, and you know where I was.
Kyle: I did, I do?
Karl: What I've done is wrong, and I need to make amends to you.
Kyle: Just let it go and don't ever bring it up again.
Karl: Kyle I want to make it up to you.
Kyle: I've never been sorry, I've just been caught.
Karl: What are you saying?
Kyle: Whats to say your any different?
Karl: No, I'm......
Kyle: What? What? What? I've known about this for years.
Karl: I don't know what to say.
Kyle: Then don't say anything at all.
(Hours pass.)
Kyle:I smell bacon.
Police Office: Hey you cannot drive in carpool without a passenger.

Camera pans out as Kyle starts to yell so loud the whole earth hears it.
I really like the Vanilla Skies idea so kind of steal it, but don't make it obvious.

Biting his lip, he got up again. Clint had been fighting Karl for months. Laws that had been set by society meant nothing. Clint found Moses's an eye for an eye law pleasing. But when it came to revenge he wanted it to be delivered and not just served. What had Karl done to provoke so much anger upon himself? It was simple, Clint's brother Seith was the leader of a band of anarchists known as the Eyes. The Seith Lord had told Clint he didn't like this Karl. Karl was one of the founding brethren of the Eyes.

Karl was sent away at the beginning of the Eyes, on a mission to find means of funding the brethren. While traveling to his appointed sector the pilot had fallen asleep, space travel has always been rather boring. With cruise control left on they stumbled into a atomless hole. Squeezing the ship through the hole into the future. Immediately they were overtaken by the Tablords. Without any thought the Tablords ejected every member of the Eyes into space in luxurious styrofoam coffins. Except Karl, he told the Tablords he knew something they wished they knew they knew. Knowing something they already knew had never once been used in as a bribe in space. He demanded a Stryker and a .42 caliber Wrangler pistol. He left the Tablords a locked time box that could not be opened for 89 days. He road into the moon set out of sight.

Karl had been 87 days free of Tablord control when he found the location of the Eyes. Never once did he self proclaim himself as a leader. In two days the Tablords would deem Karl untrustable and come after him. Fortunately The Eyes were in J.I.B.B.S territory and what J.I.B.B.S stands for no one knows. Jibby: noun, Jibbies: plural, and that is what they are called. Jibbies were hated by Tablords because they drank the Coka cola. Jibbies despised the Pepsi cola. If bystanders of this Holy War of soda ever voiced their opinion to these great armies. They would find themselves in the obituaries without a reason of death. Leading their neighbors to believe they had committed suicide. Karl riding his Stryker into the Eyes's ghettos had some big ideas.

Intro

I’m a reader am I not? I'll admit it, I hate reading, but I enjoy the blissful sound of music. Writing and reading are both excellent, with writing you practice skills learned while reading. I appreciate other people’s works of literature, but at the end of the day I long to create more of my own work. I've been a writer of musically enhanced text since I was 12.


Most of the writers I've studied have a lot of let downs in their life. Isac Brock and Kurt Cobain both songwriters grew up fatherless in trailer parks. Isac would take pictures he drew from elementary school as a kid to his mother and she would tell him that there was nothing new. A friend’s mom told me she went to school with Kurt and said he was a total loser. It seems to me, to write something that means something to anyone. The writing needs to be felt and not just made up. You have to find a place where your soul, pencil, and paper come together to create an amusement to the mind. The place is your muse it can be a memory, a place, or anything that makes your words jive.


You have your ideas and I've got mine. I feel people want to believe all writers are respectable. I've known since I was young, you take the good people with the bad. Could you ever be made clean if you were never filthy? I've done my share of dumb things, but I don't go out and do stupid things on purpose. Social status means very little to me, but I hate disrespecting my last name. Writers are people just like us, they’re within us, and they just need to be found.


I won a contest once for poetry, but I cheated. I didn't realize I was at fault until after the teacher got the book. I was reading it and got the idea hey that sounds like one of those red neck jokes with a few lines changed. Good thing red necks don’t read poetry written by Jr. High kids. After that I've written mostly lyrics. It’s hard though everything seems like it's been written before. It takes a lot of time to write something good and it’s worth every second when you’re done.


As I find myself getting older, I've found myself content with simple things. I don't need something big happening in my life. I've notice I enjoy just sitting on the porch drinking a coke. As I drink my cola I notice the world around me, moving as to what seems to me like a conveyor belt. Are we all just products going through the motions, to one day be put into our boxes we call coffins?


"For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun" -The Clash
I've always liked that quote it’s the idea that something’s just won’t be done, that can be done. I wonder what would happen if I gathered together enough courage and enough stupidity to point a telescope at the sun. I doubt I will ever do it but, it reminds me just because people say no one’s ever done it doesn’t mean it can't be done.