Poem idea

Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment, inspired by the anime-style script I also wrote (posted today). Similar to the sonnet posted yesterday but some lines altered to fit better.

21:2

Haunted memories force us out, fleeing

enclosed spaces to greet the night and rain.

Sit upon this sturdy crutch, have the stain

of blood wash away and turn the unseeing

soul towards the living. We’re foreseeing

a future of struggle, put behind vain

squabbles and set out, seek your own domain.

Blood and ties will not define, break the chain.

But for now, in this moment, forget all

troubles and enjoy this new emotion

of first love, innocent and strong, just like

the woman laughing in the rain. The fall

will be saving, her devotion

complete, sharing truth with a healing strike.

Anime-style script

This is an anime-style script I wrote for my Reading as a Writer assessment, which I then wrote a sonnet about (also being posted today). The scene was inspired by my Fallen Wing anime script, episode six, so it has the same character names and personalities.

Anime-style Script

[Screen is black for a few seconds. Start to hear echoed voices, one after the other.]

Teenage male voice: They were just messing with you a little; you didn’t need to pull a knife on them.

Teenage female voice: Well, what do you expect from a killer’s son? Laurel is lucky he didn’t lose that eye.

Nat: Shut up! Just shut up!

[Sound of rain begins, slowly getting louder. Change to Nat close face left-side view (only able to see head and top of shoulders). Nat is a sixteen-year-old boy with pale white skin and brown eyes. His hair is short and messy, black with white streaks running through it. He has an angry/scared look on his face.

Pan out so a full body Nat left-side view. Can see it’s night-time and he’s walking on a concrete path. Nat is wearing black trousers, black boots and a long black coat made of fake fur. Can also see top of his blue t-shirt underneath. He has a big, bulging rucksack on his back. His hands are on the straps around his shoulders to help support it. His left hand (closest to screen) has a deep slash on it, going diagonal from little finger to wrist.

His expression changes to confusion, then annoyance. Change to Nat back view to see him speed up towards a bus shelter ahead. It has three two-seater metal benches with a canopy sheltering them from the rain. A figure (Fern) is sat on the centre bench’s furthest seat. Their features are too far away to see, but have green trousers, brown boots and brown igloo-style coat with the hood pulled over their head. They’re waving at Nat. There’s a rucksack on the seat next to them.

Fern back view (so can see Nat beyond) as Nat reaches her. He gazes down at her bag and his eyes narrow.]

Nat: What are you doing out here?

[Fern front view as she stops waving and grins. Can now see she has white skin, green eyes and long wavy brown hair. She is also sixteen years old.]

Fern: Sitting. Waiting for you to show up. I knew you’d have to wait until everyone was asleep before sneaking out, and this bus stop has the earliest route to the train station. I’ve got some flasks of hot chocolate, while we wait.

[Change to bus shelter front view so can see Fern grab rucksack and move it onto her lap, beginning to open it. Nat is still standing nearby, but he sighs and sits on the seat next to her, where her bag previously was. She pulls a silver flask out and hands it to Nat, who hesitantly takes it. She grins at him, pulls out another silver flask then glances at her bag. She shrugs before setting it on the floor, unconcerned.

Zoom in closer so can just see Fern/Nat full body view as they start drinking from their flasks.]

Nat: You can’t stop me leaving, Fern.

Fern: I know, I just didn’t want you to disappear without hearing a few things first.

[Fern turns her body to face more towards Nat, looking at him. Nat glances up from his flask, meeting her gaze.]

Fern: You’re a good person, Nathan Simons.

[Nat scoffs and turns gaze away but Fern reaches her hands out to grab his, making them both drop their flasks.]

Fern: I don’t care who your father is! He doesn’t define who you are and neither does a desperate act to defend yourself against two idiots with knives.

[Close up of their left hands, see Fern gently stroking the gash on Nat’s hand.]

Fern: Promise me you won’t believe what they said.

[See Nat’s hand pull away from Fern’s. change back to Fern/Nat full body side view as he stands up and moves away from her, now out of the shelter.]

Nat: Why do you even care what happens to me?

[There’s a few moments of silence before Fern starts laughing, her body doubling over. Nat turns back to look at her, shocked. Fern stands and moves next to him, now both in the rain.]

Fern: Because I like you, you moron! I know we’re not officially dating, but you like me too, right?

[Nat ducks head down, blushing, but nods. Fern’s smile widens. She throws back her hood and laughs, grabbing Nat’s hands again. She spins them around, laughing, until Nat also smiles. She stops them and looks at him, serious.]

Fern: I promise you this, Nat, I will never leave you. Whether you’re here, or far away, I believe in you. Promise me you won’t disappear forever, and I’ll always be there for you.

[Nat’s face is stunned, but slowly smiles and nods. Pans out so further away side view as they lean in to kiss. The bus pulls up and blocks the view. Screen black.]

Poem idea

First version of a sonnet written for my Reading as a Writer assessment. Based off a scene in the Fallen Wing anime scripts (episode six).

21:1

Haunted memories force us out, fleeing

enclosed spaces to greet the night and rain.

Sit upon this sturdy crutch, have the stain

of blood wash away and turn the unseeing

soul towards the living. We’re foreseeing

a future of struggle, put behind slain

loved ones and defend a war-torn domain.

Blood and magic mean nothing, break the chain.

But for now, in this moment, forget all

troubles and enjoy this new emotion

of first love, innocent and strong, just like

the woman laughing in the rain. The fall

will be saving, her devotion

complete, sharing truth with a deadly strike.

Poem idea

Written for an exercise in my Reading as a Writer class. Each line was taken randomly from other previously written poems.

20:160

The first time it happened

opening tune,

the instructions are simple

the world is cruel.

The other me.

Selective,

we fall with the snow

to ask if there’s some mistake,

he searched for her.

A coward or a conniver?

This object you were touching,

here comes the lies.

Tentative roots being placed

I don’t know how they’re getting in.

Blunt scissors hacking,

it leaks when we shower.

It’s been days since I

saw this bed,

mysterious puddle

Appearing in the night.

I like to watch depressing stories

skulking while you’re sleeping.

Too late in life

we’ve changed our minds.

I don’t know why these

thoughts cross my mind.

The world has begun

to move again.

Poem idea

Another poem that came from a Reading as a Writer exercise, this one on sonnets.

20:159

She refused to marry the wizard

And so was cursed to a hideous form,

Her castle trapped in an eternal blizzard

Isolated and alone, left to mourn.

Should she have given in and married him?

Leaving all her subjects to his mercy.

Or run away, escape a fate so grim,

That makes her wait years for someone worthy.

But in her new form she now resides

Her curse secure, her fate undone.

In her crumbling castle she stays and hides,

Forgetting the warmth of the rising sun.

Doomed now to beast-like thinking

Her human personality has started sinking.

Poem idea

This one came from an exercise during my Reading as a Writer class.

20:158

Rentable yurt, for all

your scaring needs,

create the perfect Halloween

party, an opportunity

to scream!

What better place than

the woods to in-still

the atmosphere

of this holiday season,

come and

experience the fear!

Scare-wars are encouraged

don’t let your

rivals win.

Hide under bags and cushions

Wearing scary masks.

No plan, who needs it?

You’re already here,

so sit up and scream, scream, scream!

You’ll terrify all near.

Poem idea

20:156

Streetlamp of desire,

stalking me in my home,

looming over my window,

shining into my soul.

The streets have been

lonely this last year,

no company to keep

them occupied.

Lusting for life,

illumination on gossip,

an insight

into despair.

Why do you

shine at night

on empty streets,

still praying, one

day, there will

be purpose

again.

What purpose

is left?

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