Writers play golf with god
Producers go to parties with angels
Directors correspond with saints
All actors can play a convincing devil
Two people sit in a closed bar. The room is black with only small spotlights on the tables that seem to highlight the lonely and desperate, but separate, couple near the center of the room.
Nikki has been tired of the life she has been leading as a small-time actress in the Atlanta art community. She hasn’t told anybody though, thinking, this is all she should expect in her life. She’s just damn lucky to be alive. Lucky…to be…alive. She thinks.
A sad story yes, but not nearly as sad as her companion.
Michael has never in his life been tired, or for that matter, without something to do with his time. But in all his years, he has never done anything of any importance. A frivolous life. A life without direction and without meaning. Unfortunately, Michael doesn’t know it.
Until tonight…
Braden Stephens (no date)To the light of the setting fall.
Winter comes to cover us all.
Is this fair? Nature’s wrath?
Love and hate take the same path.
Disease and pain discovered too late.
Who can tell their bittersweet fate.
Snowflakes fall, memories covered.
Thoughts so still and closely hovered.
Visions of the end all so clear.
Wondering if the past is something to fear.
The evolution of man is miraculous. The events that led us to being rational sentient beings has a probability approaching zero - yet, it happened and is probably happening again and again all over the universe. This rarity of a written word I conceive, and that you now read, is new and fresh. To think, is to be lost in the enormity of the entire concept. But even so, there you are.
And the stories, excerpts, half-baked ideas, character studies, poems, scripts, summations, treatments, synopsis, log-lines, notes and whatever else can be written down…all happened in their own little way. All are inconsequential to the evolution of man and earth, but helped define the life of one single unit in the Big Picture - a man.
Braden Stephens