So I've been grappling with this short story idea for a while. It started out as a joke of sorts, when I was having dinner with my friend Big Dave and I made a comment to the effect of "a hitman and a priest walk into a bar." Took us about 5 seconds before we realized that that would make a great story, possibly even a good script for a short film.
I started playing around with the idea, and settled on a hitman coming into a Catholic church to give confession. Then the hitman got a sex change because I figured female contract killers deserved their due—I'm pretty sure they do exist, but they're probably just as discreet as their male counterparts. Next was the idea that she's not just there to give confession; the phrase "Your turn, Father" got stuck in my head and I began wondering whether the priest was just another contract or something more personal for her.
Now I wish I had more to go on than this:
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My name is Corinne Renaud, and it has been twelve years since my last confession. In that time, I have turned my back on God and His commandments, and I have killed. Men, women, rich, poor, the criminal and the clean-living alike. 127 lives have ended because of me, and tonight I wish to end this long and bloody run."
Corinne heaved a sigh of relief and fingered her rosary beads for a moment. She closed her eyes and straightened her posture, and as she rose, she couldn't help but smile evilly as the words came out:
"Your turn, Father."
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Roxanne
So I just spent 23 hours with Roxanne. I wish it had been more.
Okay, some background first. Roxanne is this girl whom I've known for about 2 months and have been officially dating for the last 3 weeks. She's a UC Berkeley grad, intelligent, charming, very attractive, and a fantastic kisser, among many other qualities which I hope to elaborate on in future installments. Basically, every time I've been with her, I've come away wondering how it took me this long to find a girl this cool.
Anyways. Yesterday, she came over to Pleasanton for an afternoon/evening that included deep-dish pizza at Zachary's and the RiffTrax Live presentation of Reefer Madness, with plenty of cuddling/making out scattered throughout. It was fantastic, every hour of it. We laughed, we sang, we kissed, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and through it all I felt a peace I haven't experienced in far too long. She brings out parts of my personality that had been gathering dust for a while—lover, protector—and being with her reminds me that for all the shit in the world, there are still some good and beautiful things left.
I only hope she decides to stick around for a while.
Okay, some background first. Roxanne is this girl whom I've known for about 2 months and have been officially dating for the last 3 weeks. She's a UC Berkeley grad, intelligent, charming, very attractive, and a fantastic kisser, among many other qualities which I hope to elaborate on in future installments. Basically, every time I've been with her, I've come away wondering how it took me this long to find a girl this cool.
Anyways. Yesterday, she came over to Pleasanton for an afternoon/evening that included deep-dish pizza at Zachary's and the RiffTrax Live presentation of Reefer Madness, with plenty of cuddling/making out scattered throughout. It was fantastic, every hour of it. We laughed, we sang, we kissed, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and through it all I felt a peace I haven't experienced in far too long. She brings out parts of my personality that had been gathering dust for a while—lover, protector—and being with her reminds me that for all the shit in the world, there are still some good and beautiful things left.
I only hope she decides to stick around for a while.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
First post. Whoopee.
Yes, I realize I'm late to the blogging party, but since I fancy myself a writer in some form in the future, I figured it'd be good to finally come in and have a regular avenue for venting about my thoughts/activities/whatever. So I shall start off with a little info dump, for those who barely know me, and speed right to what's going on in the here and now.
Info dump: Name's Scott (obviously). 25 years old and I've spent them all in a sleepy little mid-size California city called Pleasanton. Journalism/film student at Diablo Valley College. Made black belt in 2000 (taekwon-do), Eagle Scout in '03, and my first batch of bananas foster back in May of this year. Used to be a newspaper courier, but got laid off in January '09 after two years on the job. Can be incredibly self-deprecating at times. Horrible luck with dating, though that may be changing. Drive stick, and so will my kids. Big fan of red wine, Hong Kong action movies, stop-motion animation, World War II airplanes, the Oakland Athletics, the San Jose Sharks, the TV show Leverage, Chelsea F.C., and Monty Python. There's more, but I don't want to bore you.
Here and now: Carrying 12 units this semester, looking to transfer to San Francisco State or Cal State Monterey Bay in 2012 and graduate by my 30th birthday in '15. Doing grunt work for my mother's indie law practice to earn a little dosh. Dating an amazing girl whom I am incredibly lucky to have in my life—her name's Roxanne, I'll tell you more later on. Trying to get a small film company off the ground—also a matter for future explanation. And despite everything I have to juggle, I have this deep-set confidence that it's all going to work out perfectly. Or close to it, anyways.
Well, that's it for this first post. Stay tuned—I might actually write something interesting in the near future.
Info dump: Name's Scott (obviously). 25 years old and I've spent them all in a sleepy little mid-size California city called Pleasanton. Journalism/film student at Diablo Valley College. Made black belt in 2000 (taekwon-do), Eagle Scout in '03, and my first batch of bananas foster back in May of this year. Used to be a newspaper courier, but got laid off in January '09 after two years on the job. Can be incredibly self-deprecating at times. Horrible luck with dating, though that may be changing. Drive stick, and so will my kids. Big fan of red wine, Hong Kong action movies, stop-motion animation, World War II airplanes, the Oakland Athletics, the San Jose Sharks, the TV show Leverage, Chelsea F.C., and Monty Python. There's more, but I don't want to bore you.
Here and now: Carrying 12 units this semester, looking to transfer to San Francisco State or Cal State Monterey Bay in 2012 and graduate by my 30th birthday in '15. Doing grunt work for my mother's indie law practice to earn a little dosh. Dating an amazing girl whom I am incredibly lucky to have in my life—her name's Roxanne, I'll tell you more later on. Trying to get a small film company off the ground—also a matter for future explanation. And despite everything I have to juggle, I have this deep-set confidence that it's all going to work out perfectly. Or close to it, anyways.
Well, that's it for this first post. Stay tuned—I might actually write something interesting in the near future.
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