Monday, June 27, 2016

19/100: Alien Race

Day 19: Take any regular object, place or event, and pretend that an alien race has descended upon Earth and wants to figure out what it is. How do they describe it? What does their description reveal about the object that you didn’t see before? Length: 500 words

The Concert: 

At first, they saw it as a flicker in the sky.  Lightning, perhaps.  Heat flashes, high above the clouds.  They paid it little attention, instead letting the waves of sounds flow through them, until the flashes grew brighter and more vibrant.  A distant roar began to saturate the air, miles above them in the upper reaches of the atmosphere. The ground began to tremble, slightly at first, then gradually building in intensity.  Millions drifted their attention from the amphitheater stage to the dark, evening sky as a large, irregular shape descended from the clouds and random particles of dirt and stone around them began to levitate a few inches above the ground. They were being visited, the first to be chosen among the world...and Dave Matthews hadn't even come on stage yet.

All it would take was a single scream, immediately followed by a surge of the masses, casualties, absolute chaos. Yet, that wasn't the case. Concert-goers in The Gorge peacefully locked their gaze onto the sky as the ship slowly descended onto the sloped field adjacent to the stage, lightly displacing the cloud of marijuana smoke drifting above their heads. The craft was met with silence and awe, the distant echoes of notes last played having long faded into the canyon-lands around them.

A bright, blinding light emitted from the vessel. Those closest to it could not see a door or hatch, just white. Then, nothing. The light blinked out and standing in front of the UFO were five tall, slender beings. They wore no clothing, but seemed to be draped in a wispy, webbing-like material that was indistinguishable as either a garment or part of their anatomy, possibly both. Their movements were graceful and fluid, as if viewing a ballet performance underwater, or rolling clouds of an incoming storm. Everyone around them was suddenly overwhelmed with peace, the intoxicating warmth of their presence spreading through the crowd.  One man, early 20's at best, with a lanky stature most similar to our alien friends, took it upon himself to welcome these visitors to our world.  Fearless, or more than likely tripping on LSD, he approached and proclaimed four, simple words that will forever live on throughout history.
"Welcome to Earth, Man!"
No one seems to be able to recall how things progressed immediately after that initial greeting. What those witnesses do recall is their profound curiosity that would bring such a large gathering together in such a remote place.  No other words were exchanged, just gestures and emotions, feelings at a raw, primal level.  Within moments, Dave Matthews began their set, and our new alien friends became memorized, as we later learned their race had never heard music before.

We've learned much since then, about what sets our race, our culture apart from theirs, and the hundreds of thousands of other civilizations out there. As the music plays on, the Age of Enlightenment begins, and a whole new chapter for not only mankind, but space as we know it has evolved.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

18/100: Hey Stranger

Day 18: Write a letter to the last stranger you met. Write it on paper. They could be a cashier or a postal worker. What do you tell them? What clues did they give you that may help you understand a bit more about their living situation?  Length: 500 words
The Letter: 

Dear Peet's Coffee Shop Register-Girl-

As I was waiting for my coffee yesterday morning (thank you–it was delicious by the way), I couldn't help but overheard you explain to the guy behind me that today would be your last day, that you were getting ready to move overseas with your boyfriend and all of the fear and excitement that came along with that change. I just wanted to let you know that, in spite of all the reservations, apprehensions and butterflies that go along with a change that significant, everything will be fine.

This will sound cliché, I know, but you're young, and you have you're entire life ahead of you.  I'm guessing, early 20's maybe?  You probably went to college and obtained a degree that you're not quite sure to do with just yet.  Maybe you're thinking about grad school, but haven't landed on exactly what you want to pursue.  These kind of indecisions are all okay to have right now.  In fact, embrace it, because you never know when an opportunity like this will come around again.

I get it; the older guy in the coffee shop trying to give you life advice.  It's pretty lame, and it's probably hard to refrain from rolling your eyes at the gesture.  I could be that guy that sits here and tells you that I wish that I did it all before I met a girl, settled down, started having kids.  I could be, but I'm not.  As a matter of fact, I did exactly what you are planning on doing right now...and I was petrified.  Of course, there are always going to be things you wish you would've done.  I have friends that work seasonal jobs even now, and spend the money they make on traveling the globe over the rest of the year.  I'm envious of that, sure.  I have expectations of seeing the world, just like many others. Yet, I can be certain that I didn't pass on any opportunities that came my way, no matter what the risk. Those risks are part of what landed me here, in this coffee shop, writing to you.

When I graduated high school, a relative of mine gave me the book, "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Suess.  Yes, it's a children's book.  But is it really?  In a unique, simple way, Suess describes a life of obstacles and optimism, of hardships and success, all particular to the path you choose. That small book speaks volumes about the roller coaster you are about to embark on, and I couldn't be more supportive of you.

Explore. Go on adventures.  Be fearless as you circumnavigate these upcoming experiences.  They will shape you and form you into the woman you will one day become.  That in itself is a priceless endeavor.  The 40-year old you will thank you one day, trust me.

Good luck, travel safe and thank you again for the Caramel Macchiato. It was absolutely delicious.

Sincerely,
Brian J Conti

Saturday, June 25, 2016

17/100: Writer's Blocked

Day 17: Write a story about how something–be it an animal, a person or a ghost–is literally preventing you from writing. How do you turn them into an antagonist? What sort of things make them absolutely insufferable? How do you eventually win/lose the fight? Length: 400 words
Blocked:

For weeks, the screen remained blank. Days on end, I had stared, peering into the pixels. Each night I would walk away, frustrated and in despair.  Each night I would search for that one spark that would surge life back into my fingertips, ending this insufferable draught of words.  Each night I would close my eyes, empty.  Until today.

One moment there was nothing, and in the next, everything.  It was all there, as if the floodgates had opened. I placed my fingers on the keyboard and immediately started to translate my thoughts to my screen.
"olhns;s;HGVW)HAVOg,MWEGNsw..."
...What?  I didn't understand. The keys weren't working.  I couldn't type, I couldn't write.  Something was preventing me and I didn't know what, until I looked at my hands.

My hands...weren't my hands.  Not as I knew them, anyway.  The curvatures and subtleties I had grown so familiar with were now replaced by large, geometric blocks. I lifted them in front of my face and bent the cubes that had now replaced my fingers.  The joints still bent, but awkwardly and had separated slightly where my knuckles had once been. As I stared in awe at my transformation, the pixelation effect that had moments ago stopped at my wrists, now began to spread up my arms and over my body.  I watched in horror as part of my forearm began to spin slowly, morphing into the flesh-colored cube as it turned, followed by the next block and the next, until the disease spread its way over my entire body.  I lurched out of my chair and stumbled to the door. What was happening to me? This had to be some kind of nightmare. As I stood, my block feet caught the rug and I fell forward to the ground.

My body shattered across the floor like tempered glass, unable to withstand the force of the fall.  My knee crumbled first, then my chest followed by my outstretched arms. I wondered what the unlucky soul who found me would think, seeing my body disfigured and controted in such an unnatural way.  I immediately felt sorry for them. No one should have to make such a grim discovery.

As I lay there, broken, I realized the words I had found earlier would never see the light of day. A shiny silver cube teared from my eye and lightly hit the floor, crumbling into a thousand tiny glass pixels.

Friday, June 24, 2016

16/100: Emojis

Hey kids.  You'll all most likely understand this story moreso than even myself.  Interpret it how you will.  I have my own specific narrative, but I'm curious to know if it makes a lick of sense. I'm not remaining optimistic.
Day 16: Emojis. Using only Emojis, write a 100 character “story” based on the images. How do you convey a picture with only symbols? What can using only visual symbols teach you about storytelling?

Thursday, June 23, 2016

15/100: Memory Loss

I remember a lot of things.  I remember the cabin we visited when I was four, and how my Dad capsized a leaky Sunfish after assuring everyone he knew how to sail. I remember the first time we drove to Plymouth Rock and saw a replica of the Mayflower...which I convinced myself was the original ship. No one could convince me otherwise.  I also remember that time when I strove to embody Calvin & Hobbes so desperately, I snuck out of my house at 2am and walked 8 blocks away just to prove a point.

I don't remember my first cake. I also don't remember the first time I held a crayon, my first bike ride, or the time I pulled a wooden screen down on top of my crib, narrowly escaping death in the process. Maybe we can explore one of these.
Day 15: Write about an important moment in your life that you have forgotten. What do you think occurred during your first communion, or your first birthday party? How do you think you were acting? Length: 350 words
Macho Baby:

A photo exists of me as a toddler, probably no more than 18 months old, sitting on the back of my Dad's bike in a child seat that would certainly land me in the custody of Child Protective Services at the very thought of putting my kid in it today. The best thing about this photo was that, not only was I reaching desperately towards my parent with my chubby little sausage fingers, begging to be released, but I was sporting a powder blue t-shirt that read "Macho Baby," in giant, sparkly letters.  I have no memory of this whatsoever, but I can assure you, this day was amazing.

I can picture the scene almost perfectly. My Mom pulls into the drive in her '78 shit-brown Chrysler Cordoba just as my Old Man is strapping me into this newly bought death-contraption that now sits on the back of his bright yellow '67 Contintental Schwinn, (a bike which I now happen to have hanging in my own Garage, 36 years later).  I can also assume that my Mom did not approve of this scenario and my Pops joked, assured and reassured her that I was perfectly safe in the hands of a guy who once rode this very bike straight into a driveway chain while drunk on an unknown number of Mai Tais.

As luck would have it, I got through the ride unscathed. It was early in the summer, and I can only imagine that this was the first ride of the season, a seasonal tradition we kept as a family that would continue well into my high school years. This ride kicked off what has long been some of my best memories of growing up in Ohio; a long bike ride through Mill Creek Park to our favorite picnic spot; a small bench looking over Lake Newport that was perfect for creating the perfect echo of our cheers across the water. I can only hope that 35 years down the road, my own son looks back on his childhood with the same sense of calm and contentment.

Macho Baby

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

14/100: Mute the TV

This is a funny assignment, as I used to do this all the time as a kid.  I will admit that I was hoping for better results.  Maybe I didn't pick the right show (this was one I had never seen), or maybe I'm just having an off-day.  Unfortunately, the word limit keeps things pretty constrained here and I'm not really happy with the result.  However, it was a fun exercise nonetheless.  I would actually like to give this one another try when I find a show that leaves me a bit more inspired.
Day 14: Watch any movie or TV show on mute, and write what you think they might be saying. If it’s a serious work, be lighthearted, and if its a comedy, be serious. Consider why you characterized certain people as bad or good, funny or unfunny. Length: 500 Words

Mute the TV: 

Show: Casual, Hulu, Ep. 1.3

Emily sits in science class, trying to pay attention to today's biology lesson.  She's struggling to follow her teacher's ramblings and daydreams over weekend plans.

Back at home, Karen, Emily's mom is  finishing up a load of laundry.  She's been working around the house for hours, desperately trying to clean up the mess left behind by her alcoholic, free-loading brother, who has refused to get up off the couch for the past two days other than to make himself gourmet Bloody Mary's.

Mike, her brother, proceeds to spill the entire contents of his sandwich on the floor in front of her as she passes through the living room. Karen has absolutely had it. With empty bottles of alcohol littering her living room, she gives him an ultimatum: clean up or get out. Mike peels himself off the couch and begins the long arduous process of picking up after himself.  Then he sees it; a puppy ad on television.  Inspired, he grabs his wallet and races out the door.

Meanwhile, back at school Emily gets dumped by her wanna-be hipster boyfriend.  He tells her that he's been cheating on her and that she should see older men.  She is crushed, and as she watches him walk away, she checks their Facebook status, which now is non-existent.  She is furious, and attempts to re-friend him.

Mike, tired of his sister's attitude towards him, has an idea.  If he can pick up a woman that'll let him crash with her, using a puppy as a conversation-starter, he won't have to hear his sister's attitude anymore.  Mike picks his prey at the local park, a leggy brunette with a large labrador retriever.  Unsurprisingly, she doesn't take the bait.

Across town, Karen and Emily are posing as house-hunters in order to case out a new neighborhood to continue their burglary profession.  After a long day's search, they finally land a target.  But first, Emily needs to get to her soccer game.

The next day, Emily decides it wise to make a pass at Mr. Taylor, her photography teacher and confronts him in the darkroom.  With no one watching, she aggressively seduces him on the imaging table.

Feeling guilty over his actions, Mr. Taylor calls in Karen and her ex-husband Dante to a Teacher-Parent conference and confesses to the whole affair. Surprisingly, Karen is more sympathetic to his plight, as she knows that her daughter is a bit whorish and suspected it to be only a matter of time before this kind of thing would happen.  .

Mike's plan has almost reached success as he and the attractive brunette he met earlier begin having sex back at her place.  For some reason, however, Mike can't perform and realizes that it's because his new puppy is watching them. Completely turned off, the brunette kicks him out of her place, asking him never to return.  After he returns home, he and Emily exchange sexcapade stories over a few beers while Karen screws Mr. Taylor in the other room.  

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

13/100: Setting the Stage

Parenthood is hard.  There's no question about that.  Though, once you get a system down and the teamwork approach is down to a science, things tend to get exponentially easier.  Then again, there's always that mind-blowing kerfuffle that sneaks up on you and pummels your parenting self-esteem to well below rock bottom.  Thank God for alcohol.

Day 13: Take a moment from your day–any moment–and pretend you’re writing the beginning of a play, which includes Dramatis Personae (the cast), stage information (props, lighting), dialogue and stage directions. What does this structuring do to your area? Do you see things that you previously didn’t see? What kind of theatre would this be performed in?
A LOVELY MORNING
By Brian Conti


CAST OF CHARACTERS

BRIAN:           .................  Man, Late 30's,
                                    Beth's Husband, Aidan's Father 

BETH:            .................  Woman, Early 30's,
                                    Brian's Wife, Aidan's mother

AIDAN:           .................  18-Month old boy,
                                    Beth & Brian's only son

MR. KIRKLY:      .................  Man, late 60's,
                                    Beth & Brian's Neighbor

ADI THE NUDIST:  .................  Man, Late 40's,
                                    Beth & Brian's Neighbor



ACT I
Scene 1

We are in the first floor of the CONTI home. To the left is the front door that opens into the Living Room.  The steps by the front door ascend up into the Bedrooms of the Second Floor, which is hidden from view.  The Living Room is decorated with a minimalist's eye, but cozy and comfortable as well.  A small sofa and two upholstered chairs frame a large fireplace along the far wall, and a corner shelving unit holds a just enough picture frames and books to avoid being cluttered. A large painting with the letters "PRTLND" hangs above the mantlepiece. 


To the left of the Living Room is the Kitchen / Dining / TV Room area. The kitchen is small, but inviting and the Dining Room is centered by a large wooden table with matching benches. There is a sliding door behind the table that leads to an outside deck. A couch and chair are positioned to the far left of the Kitchen. Toys and cardboard books remain scattered across a soft rug in front of the Television. All the rooms are empty. 
Enter Brian from 2nd Floor, carrying Aidan, a bottle, a blanket and wearing pajamas.
BETH: (O/S)
   I just changed his diaper! You know the deal!

BRIAN:
   I'm heading down to feed him now!  He'll be primed
   and ready to vomit all over you in about 15
   minutes. Relax. 


BETH: (O/S)
   You're dead to me. 

BRIAN:
   Okay, buddy.  Let's put you down and get you fed.
   Are you ready for some tunes and tasties?


AIDAN:
   Yeah!
Brian sets Aidan down, switches Hall & Oates onto the Bose and prepares a quick breakfast of sliced bananas, cheerios and a bottle of Almond Milk.
BETH: (O/S)
   Monkey!

BRIAN:
   Coffee, got it!  It's on its way!
               (to Aidan)
   Try not to throw everything on the floor while I
   run this 
upstairs, okay?

AIDAN:
   Yeah!
Brian pours a cup of coffee and runs it up the stairs. An inaudible conversation can be heard. Aidan continues to babble in the kitchen.
   Ba ba ba...oh. Uh oh! Rah rah vroooom!  Ha ha,
   babaDada...

Doorbells rings. Enter Brian and Beth from upstairs. 
BETH:
   –yoga tonight after work.  I have to be there by 6.
   Will you 
be home on time?  

BRIAN:
               (opening door)
   Yeah, I'll be here.  Trust me.  

BETH:
               (with a wink and a kiss)
   Uh-huh. 
               (to Aidan, walking into the kitchen)
   Boo boo! What kind of mess are you making for
   Daddy!?

MR. KIRKLY is crouched at the door, each hand holding onto the collar of two dogs; one young Spaniel and one older Husky. 
BRIAN:
   Ah, crap.

MR. KIRKLY:
   Hey Brian, your dogs were on the loose again. I
   think they got 
through that hole in my fence. 

BRIAN:
   Thanks, Dan.  I can grab them–
In an attempt to hand off the dogs, they slip out of Dan's hands and race into the Dining Room to devour the scraps left in the wake of Aidan's breakfast celebration. 
BETH: 
   Brian!!

MR. KIRKLY:
   While I have you, I just wanted to show you what
   I was going to 
do about the fence out here. I've
   talked to a few guys that have 
stopped by to bid
   on the project and I think I may call a few more.

   The thing is...
                 (Mr. Kirkly continues talking)

BRIAN: 
   Uh huh.
The scene around Aidan's highchair becomes increasingly chaotic. Beth does her best to manage it but is quickly losing control. 
AIDAN:
   Waaaaaaa!

BETH:
   Brian!!

BRIAN:
               (slowly closing the door)
   Hey Dan, I gotta run. Thanks again for bringing
   back the dogs.  


MR. KIRKLY:
               (speaking into the narrowing crack of the closing door)
   Okay, I'll let you know about the fence guys. They
   should be here tomorrow–


BRIAN:
   Uh huh. Okay, thanks Dan.  Have a good morning.
               (completely shuts door)
Brian looks back into the kitchen for the first time. Beth is covered in milk.  There are runs in her pantyhose and cheerios in her hair. A slice of banana is smeared across her dress. The dogs are mopping up the spilt milk across the floor. Aidan is laughing hysterically.   
   Oh shit. 

BETH:
   Get these dogs outside, NOW!

BRIAN:
   Okay, okay...
Brian grabs the dogs and shuffles them outside through the Backyard Sliding door and onto the Deck. 
ADI THE NUDIST:(O/S)
   Good morning, Brian Conti!

BRIAN:
   Uh. Hi Adi.
               (Closes Sliding door)
               (to Beth)
   Adi is cooking naked on his deck again.

BETH:
   I want to move.

BRIAN:
   I love you. 

BETH:
   You're dead to me. 

AIDAN:
   Ha ha! Yeah!
THE END