Thursday, March 1, 2012


With the "Oscar" frenzy over for another year our minds are still in Gollywood mode. Provided below are five famous quotes from various motion pictures. Take one of them and write a story in which the quote becomes the LAST line of your story.

From "Cool Hand Luke" - "What we've got here, is a failure to communicate!"

or from "A Few Good Men" - "You can't HANDLE the truth!"

or from "The Apartment" - "Shut up and deal!"

or from "Scarface" - "Say 'ello to my lil' friend!"

or from "Dracula" - "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make."



    Death never takes a holiday contrary to popular belief. He’d been booked solid; every day, of every week, of every year for an eternity. Quite frankly, he needed a break. And it wasn’t that he hated the job. It was steady work, but he seemed to feel that he had become the job so much, that it was killing him.

    “I’ll call it a… a cease fire!” he said as he planned to step away for the day.

    Death got an early jump on the next 24 hours. As midnight belted out in Greenwich, he began to observe how the other half (the living) lived.

    “I’ll follow the sun” he announced “and I’ll not stop until the next stroke of midnight”.

    So Death headed down the road.

    He marveled at the beauty of the sun rising over Mt. Fuji.

    “Nice!” he mumbled in awe.

    The Pyramids in the early light were magnificent as the Sphinx closely guarded them.

    “Ha! He looks like my Uncle Eddie, nose and all!” Death laughed.

    He passed over the remnants of Auschwitz. He always wanted to pay his respects. It was times like these that he really hated the job. The Children’s Cancer wards were equally hard on Death. He continued on his way.

    He took pride in the fact that for the duration of his journey, there were no floods, or fires. There were no murders and all war ceased. No children were stillborn and no elderly folk gave up the ghost. The silence was deafening.

    Death found the truth in the words “time flies when you’re having fun!” But he realized his free time was at a premium. He ventured to the streets of Philadelphia. There was this group of guys, hung out on the street corner and did sweet harmony. Doo-Wop they called it. He stood by and listened, wishing he could snap his fingers. But the last time he tried, he cracked three knuckles.

    The bell in a nearby church tower tolled. Midnight.

    “Okay guys” he said resuming his position “A new day beckons, we have to go!”

    “We?” they clamored. “You Bastard we’re too young to die! You duped us!”

    They began to wail and gnash their teeth.

    As Death led the group away, he smiled.

    "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make."

    1. I stand (oh...ok, I'm sitting...) in awe of the variety you come up with! Excellent story-telling. Truly.

  2. GAME ON!

    Jim and Liz stood with their toes buried deep in the cold, wet sand. The waves moved in and out around their ankles.

    “Is this really happening?” Liz whispered breathlessly.

    Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him, his response barely audible above the shushing of the waves, “Yes.” Gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze, Jim kissed Liz with a passion that surprised even her.

    Holding her in his embrace, Jim spoke softly into Liz’s ear. “Let’s not waste one moment of this, Liz.” With Liz nodding in agreement, he bent down to draw a heart at their feet. As he did, Liz’s only movement was her eyes as she scanned the houses along the beachfront…still awed by how things came together.

    Just three days ago, Liz met Jim for the first time as he stood at her Blackjack table. He was like every other “average Joe” who shows up in Vegas hoping to get rich quick. There was nothing spectacular about his looks or the way he dressed. But there was something about the glint in his eye that captured Liz’s.

    For nearly eight hours straight, Jim stayed at her table. As he won, his bets got bigger—right along with the tips he pushed her way. At the end of her shift, Jim stood to take a break, asked when she’d be back, and told her he would see her then.

    “Fourteen hours.” Jim muttered under his breath after she walked away. In those fourteen hours he had a lot to do if this plan was going to work.

    Just after Liz returned to work, she was surprised to see Jim walk up to her table. Well, she wasn’t surprised to see him, but she was surprised to see how he was dressed.

    “Fancy duds, today, sir,” she commented.

    “I had a pretty good day yesterday. And I’m feeling even luckier today. In fact, I’m going to fly you out of here on a private jet tonight. I can just feel it.”

    Protesting, she said, “Oh, you’re not taking me anywhere…” (and in her mind, she finished that sentence with, “…that I’m not already planning to go.”) “You have yet to prove you can do again today what you seem to have accomplished yesterday.”

    Both of them smiling at the other, thinking of their own plans, Jim said, “Shut up and deal!"

  3. Awesome you two!! I created one today, too, but it's a bit on the long side for posting here. I'm just going to leave a link if that's okay with you guys.

    It probably won't be clickable but you can copy/paste if you're really ambitious! ;)