I have a friend who is a up an coming filmmaker who is currently in the process of producing a full length no holds bard animated movie that looks to be a smash. He’s picked up some prominent actors to do some of the voice overs for the movie. One you might know very well, appeared in Dusk before Dawn, Zombie Apocalypse:Redemption, and many more movies. He goes by the name of FRED “THE HAMMER” WILLIAMSON , and did I forget to mention also a former professional football star. Please check out the informational link above to the Sticky Fingers Site if you would like to help out in this endeavor.
Decided to give you a snapshot and a little insight into where my mind is at, by adding a new category to my blog posts entitled as you can see above “My Favorite Poem/Quote of the Week” . To me that can be a poem I may have run across on the web, or something I’m currently reading in a book or have read in the past.
One of my favorite poets is Langston Hughes and I thought the following little poem would sum my psyche up this week.
“Looks like what drives me crazy
Don’t have no effect on you–
But I’m gonna keep on at it.
Till it drives you crazy, too.”
by Langston Hughes
Sometimes I feel like a Dung Beetle,
rolling shit around,
first up one hill then down the next,
then up another hill,
continuously rolling and pushing and prodding
it across the ground.
What is the purpose of this rolling, and tolling
this incessant cajoling
of this excrement that falls into a perfect form;
a sphere of shit?
Well I guess you could look at it this way
at the end of the day
I get to eat it.
Over the weekend I just saw the prequel to John Carpenter’s ” The Thing” . ..which I thought was pretty good. In it, there is a woman heroine as the strong leading role (something we don’t have enough I might add) and that led me to thinking. What if I compiled a list of at least ten or more of the strongest woman heroines I have ever read about in literature, be it a book, a comic book, or seen in a movie, or television series and have them duke it out one on one. Then I thought,t how I can involve my bloggers who come to my sight.
I decided I would issue a challenge to you guys. I would like to write a confrontation between two of the Bad Ass heroines listed below, but I would like your help in choosing what two woman to pick for the fight. Yes, I know it’s gratutious violence between two woman – isn’t life wonderful. So here goes.
Keep in mind these are heroines I have been exposed to. I am sure I will miss a a few if not a lot you probably know that I do not. So sorry right now if I miss any of your favorites.
I decided on a list of sixteen woman to choose from. I would like if you could also challenge yourself and come with your own little battle royale. If you wish to write your own confrontation please respond to this challenge by either writing out the challenge in full in a reply to my post or simply reference a link to your own blogsite showing the challenge in a reply to this post. Well here goes! Please PICK TWO of the Women below and I will simply tally up the votes to see who I will write about before my next post. (keep in mind depending on how the voting goes one,both or none of your two picks may end up actually fighting)
Here are my sixteeen Badass Heroines in no particular order for you to choose from:
In one of my of creative writing classes, we would sometimes do 10 min writing exercises where the teacher would pick a phrase and we would have to madly write something for the next ten minutes surrounding that phrase, After the ten minutes were done “PENCILS DOWN PLEASE” and what you got is what you got….I was proud of this very very very short story and was even prouder when my teacher at the time decided to read it in front of the class instead of the other twenty-eight submitted stories. I will never forget his words. “I wish to read this story by one of your fellow students because I found something in it to be very compelling. You be the judge.” I am not stating all this to brag just to express that I felt elated that someone liked what I had written and got what I was trying to relate and that finally my real desire for writing had found me in that moment.
“I’m gonna let go, but I don’t know where I’m gonna fall to?” asked the dirty faced little boy who hung limply from a clothesline in the pitch blackness over a deserted alley some four stories high.
“That’s right Michael” said the other much older boy who hung out the window with one hand in a tight knuckled grip on the window sill and the other on the clothesline from which Michael hung. “You gotta drop straight down and let us see what you’re made of. We’ve all had to do it, you won’t be the first,” the boy said in a matter fact tone.
Michael looked up from where he hung at the older boy who had spoken to him, his face and body were hidden in the myriad of shadows the surrounding buildings cast upon him. It seemed to Michael that the shadows spoke to him, the voice didn’t belong to anyone at all just a disembodied entity wanting him to fall to his doom. Michael looked up higher to the stars overhead, his only source of light. He gazed at the nighttime sky, the dancing twinkling night. He had never noticed the stars twinkle as much as he did this night. It made him ponder, it made him think. It made him come to a decision.
He took one last look, time to see what he was made of he thought. He gave the shadowy boy a nod and let go. Just like that.
He fell for an eternity. His long hair was pulled upward as he heard the rush of air flow past his ears. The beat of his heart was the only other intrusion upon his senses as he fell. The stars above were lost in a deep blackness that couldn’t be pierced, like falling down a well at night. Thump! He had landed and he was alive. Somehow he was alive. Michael got up and stood amidst the cheering, hooting and hollering of the other boys that had waited down below. Then he simply turned from them and walked away and never looked back. He did look up though at the twinkling stars.
At my Side –
I carry this sword at my side.
It shines bright in the morning light
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both stood together
and tasted the promise of another
day as the blood dripped from both of
us to soil the ground beneath.
I will wake and it will be there.
I will live while it still shines,
for we have each other
My sword and I.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
This poem is about more than a sword. It’s about what’s in us all. The will to to fight when hope may be lost but we fight and struggle and continue to climb out of it no matter what the odds. May you always keep your sword close by your side my friends…
When I try to think of things in my writing that are scary I often sit at my keyboard for a moment and think hmmm..what would scare ME if I were reading it. Now for me its not the Freddy Krugers, or the Jasons or the Michael Meyers. They never did it for me. To me it was the psychological stuff or the sinister things in nature or the things that cut closer to home that got me scared.
So here are my 6 top things that at first Don’t seem to Scary then scare the hell out of you later!
1. TREES – You say whaaat Philip? Trees? Really cmon! Think about it. Trees have been used in so many movies to scare the hell out of children. My first experience as a little kid was ‘Wizard of Oz’ when those fuckin trees came alive and got pissed off at Dorothy for picking the apples off the tree. That freaked me out as a five year old! Then there’s the tree in ‘Poltergeist’ that reached into the kid’s room and grabbed his ass out through the window and tried to eat him. Let’s also not forget the young woman in ‘Evil Dead’ that was almost raped by a tree. So yes, Trees ladies and gentleman ..those fuckin Trees.
2. WATER – Now water is one of those subtle fears. For me, when I first saw the movie ‘Jaws’ it wasn’t the shark that scared me it was the water., 75% of this planet is covered by water and most of it unexplored. You know how much crazy shit we haven’t run into yet in the ocean? Forget Bigfoot. He’s got nothing on all the things in the big blue. Let’s not forget movies like the first ‘Final Destination’, which so eloquently portrayed water as the villian in the story, Death wanting its just dessert. I never looked at water the same again after that movie. It’s a sneaky bastard…
3. Semi-Intelligent Animals that Stare too Much – Okay, you all know what I’m talking about here. You have a pet, be it a dog, a cat, a bird, or a flipping guinea pig. There comes a time when your just sitting there minding your own business. Maybe you’re watching tv, reading a book, or even sleeping and you feel you’re being watched. You look up and you see these eyes staring directly into your soul. Why is it staring into your soul. I don’t know but leave it alone. It’s mine. I love my pets but I don’t trust them. Don’t turn your back on them my friend, they are just waiting to pounce…
4. People That are Just too Nice – Why is it that I cringe inside whenever someone smiles at me, or acts like they are my best friend after only knowing me for a just few minutes? Is it because I’m anti-social? Possibly, most people do annoy the hell of me in a short amount of time. But that’s besides the point. It just creeps me out man. How many movies start out with the “nice guy”, or the “congenial man”, and you just know he’s the one who’s doing all the killing around town. It’s not usually the town dick who’s doing all the killing, he’s just the distraction for the real culprit Mr. Green Jeans. Remember Norman Bates in ‘Pscyho’, John Lithgow in ‘Dexter’ as the Trinity Killer or the Sheriff in ‘Along Came A Spider’.
5. EVP or Electronic Voice Phenomenon – You would think EVPs would be scary right off the bat, but they’re not. I have watched many epsiodes of Ghost Hunters and all the other fly by night wanna be paranormal shows. Most of these “investigators” can’t recite the alphabet and they are supposed to convince me that they can discover otherworldly phenomenon by asking its name, only to run like a pussy down a dark corridor because a mouse or raccoon was scuffling around in the night. I have never really heard an EVP with a concrete message in it that wasn’t either garbled so badly you could make up anything you wanted or that is was suspect to contamination by the surrounding idiot investigators. Well my family and I had had seen enough of these so called professionals. My wife, son and I ventured out to a well known site where a boy had been killed many many years before and where his ghost was said to have been seen and heard on several occasions. We brought along a voice recorder for EVPs and a digital camera . Before we went out we established rules of conduct for the investigiation. The most important was that when doing the EVP no one was to say a word after a question was asked on the recording, That way we would know it was a clean recording for sure and also take note of any background noise at the same time. Well after our outing we saw nothing on the pictures, but when we played the recorder back on one of our questions directed to the dead boy, we all distinctly heard “Put that away!” To this day we cannot explain it. It is not any one of us on the recorder . Creepy.
6. Cute Children who Either Worship Some Creature in the Corn Field and will kill you on site if you’re over sixteen or Very cute kids who have perfectly coiffed blonde hair and glowing eyes with deadly mind powers or a young innocent little girl who laughs and is like any other normal girl until she gets possessed by a demon and her head does a 360 spin while buckets of vomit spew from her all the while cussing like a sailor. (Yeah, I know it was long title for the last one on my list) – Basically any seemingly innocent looking child that is evil or turns evil freaks me out…for example the little kid in ‘Pet Semetary’, or even the the kids in ‘Lord of the Flies’ when half of them go postal. Or McCauly Caulkins as the ‘The Good Son’. I could go on and on. Take this as a serious warning more so than even for your pets….watch your kids closely, very closely.
Yes don’t be fooled by this cute face….or it may be the last thing you see. Is there anyone out there that would like to add to this list above? Remember it’s the not something that should be obvious right away.
I was gonna add Old People to the list but I didn’t wanna be accused of ageism.
Remember the creepy old guy in Poltergeist that came to the screen door…or the little old Lady in Legion that jumped like a Amazon Toad on the walls of the restaurant? Ok you twisted my arm so yeah definitely Old people also. So here you go Number 7 below…:)
If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don’t have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I’ve got something for you that might
clear that up…..
Steady, Steady, don’t move, click BOOM!
All Better my friend
Through a Blue Balloon
I see one color as I’m driving down the road.
Blue through my blue Balloon.
I see a Blue lady walking her short blue dog with a leash.
I see a Blue Officer waving and saying hello to a bunch
of Blue kids he meets.
Everything is Blue. Even though I know the truth.
It doesn’t matter
which way I turn my head I’m surrounded by a Blue ocean of color
consuming my sight.
Is that light green up ahead?
It’s hard to tell through a balloon made of Blue.
Oh, but that blue girl jogging in her tight Blue shorts
Now she’s something to see wouldn’t you agree?
Hey, I think she’s staring at me.
She must like a well-manicured gentleman of Blue
What a wonderful view as I drive down
The Blue streaked street.
No other color as far as the eye can see.
Blue in the back. Blue in the front.
From side to side.
I think I’m having a Blue attack!
I like the world I’ve made for myself
So simple. So easy to define.
No other nasty colors to confuse and blind.
Through my Blue balloon,
That’s how I see. That’s how I want
life to look for everyone and me.
Call me crazy. Call me a fool.
But to see the world in a bright shade of Blue
should be the rule.
Blue, Blue through my beautiful Balloon.
I have been visiting a lot of sites lately devoted to horror and fantasy. I have mainly being doing this for a two reasons. First, is because I’m actually interested in other people’s stuff because I’m a big fan of both genres. Next, was to see the talent (and competition) that’s out there in horror and fantasy for what’s being published and bench mark myself a little to see if I have what it takes to get published. After reading the good, the bad and the hideous in various publications around the web I would say YES!, I do have what it takes to get published (and paid) for my writing. Anyways there is hope for me yet.
In my fledgling posts here on my blog I am always attempting to have the visitor get a sense of me, where my mind likes to wander and where I may be going in the future with my talents as a writer you may wish to read and check out. To preface the below set up I picked some of my favorite pictures related to aspects of horror or fantasy and wrote a little haiku to capture that very moment or scene. I often will do writing exercises like this to help limber up my brain prior to writing a story.
I would love to hear any comments or thoughts on if I got it “right”…hell I would love to hear your own Haiku of said picture. So please respond if a thought or comment tickles your brain.
The Abbey in the Oakwood
Conan The Warrior
A Door Opens
The Tree of Snakes
Spider on my Arm
So what do you think? Care to give it a go? Should I assume everyone knows how to write in Haiku Form? If not the writing formula is simple, it’s basically 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second and 5 again for the third line. Give it a try..I would love to see what you come up with besides my own stuff..Thanks!