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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Superstición (Guión-Cortometraje)
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Carpe Diem (Guión-Cortometraje)
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"Gregor/ia" (A short story in the style of Kafka's Metamorphosis)
Gregor/ia
On the morning of April 14th Gregor woke up and went to the bathroom. He got out of bed with his typical barely-alive-zombie-like movements. He passed the mirror without looking into it and headed straight for the toilet. He stood in front of it, lowered his boxer shorts, and let loose. He felt the usual relief, yet something was wrong. No sound of water hitting water, more like water hitting a hard surface. Now that he thought of it, he actually felt something warm splashing his feet. He rubbed his eyes and looked down. Something blocked his view, his chest had grown larger. Had he gotten fatter over night? Somehow this didn’t seem right, he pushed his chest in and stuck out his neck, looking down. The revelation came. He pulled up his boxers and ran to the mirror.
When Gregor looked in the mirror he realized he had turned into a woman. He had the whole package: full lips, a set of long flowing hair, big eyelashes, a thin waist, boobs and of course, instead of his boring old penis was the part he most enjoyed of a woman.
As he stared at his new figure he asked himself how this had happened and how long it would last, if it even went away at all. But these questions and so many others went away as soon as he actually considered the thought that he was a woman. All those nights he had spent at strip clubs, paying for women (or sometimes not at all) were no longer necessary. Gregor had been spending most of his dead beat salary on female entertainment and now realized he could provide it himself. He was incredibly happy. Gregor was a big believer in karma and thought that since he had treated women badly all his life, God would somehow punish him for it, but apparently God was a perverted as he was because he had instead chosen to give him the gift of a man’s consciousness in a woman’s body.
Gregor decided to have fun, so as he contemplated his image on the mirror he lightly stroked himself in places which he found most satisfactory. He lightly moaned and found he had a very sexy voice. This pleased him. After a while of exploring the new Gregor, the thought occurred to him that this could go away any second. So he thought to himself. I’ve got the power to make a woman do anything I want, no restrictions whatsoever. Hmm…What should I do?
Gregor went to his closet and took out a video camera he had. And for the next couple hours he had fun in a way that only he could understand. Gregor did unspeakable things in front of that camera, things he thought to keep for when he turned back into his old self and enjoy over and over again.
The rest of the day went back pretty quickly as Gregor decided not to go to work. He hung around the house, walking around and enjoying the view whenever he passed a mirror.
As night fell, a brilliant idea came to his mind. His friend Stephanie, the only woman he had ever befriended, was in town that night. She didn’t mind the way Gregor was with most women, as he was not this way with her. The reason being that she was a lesbian. Gregor had always had feelings of lust for her but knew there wasn’t a chance of ever being with her. Or was there? he now thought. He grabbed the phone and dialed her number. After a couple rings a sweet voice answered.
-Hello?
-Steph?
-Yes, who is this?
-It’s Gregor, how you doing babe?
-Gregor? What’s wrong with your voice?
-Oh…umm..that—right…well—umm I’m kind of sick you know, hon?
-Oh ok, well feel better then. What’s up?
-I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight
And on went the conversation until they decided to meet at The G Spot. A place they both loved full of strippers and nudity. However it was not Gregor who would show up, but the beautiful, sexy and very lesbian Gregoria. He, or she actually, would seduce the stood-up Stephanie and lure her to bed.
It was 10:22 pm. when Gregoria reached The G Spot. And as she went in, she sat at Gregor’s usual table. Her figure turned more than a couple heads and some of the men began talking to each other and making obscene gestures while discretely looking at her. This made Gregor sick, however it was to be expected, and soon enough it would all be forgotten when Stephanie arrived.
Twenty minutes went by, then thirty, then forty. An hour. No sign of Stephanie. Gregoria was about to leave when a big, round man stood up from a couple tables over. He had a tight shirt on, a dirty beard and a drunk look in his eye. He headed to Gregoria’s table. She realized this and quickly stood up and left the table. She headed towards the exit, turned around and sure enough, the fat man followed. Gregoria felt fear, and for the first time in ages, Gregor wasn’t the one being feared. She passed the exit and quickly headed to her car. The alley by the strip club was really dark at this time and Gregoria could only see a few feet in front of her. She hurried as fast as she could, even though she no longer had a view of the fat man, she felt his presence. She stopped and listened. Nothing but her own breathing. Maybe she was getting paranoid over nothing, the night was not going as expected.
Just as she was relaxing a scruffy voice broke the silence.
-Hey baby, where ya goin’?
And at that second Gregoria felt two huge arms wrap themselves around her and squeeze her like she was a toy. The hands pressed her against a huge sweaty belly. Gregoria screamed, but there was no one around.
Maybe this was God’s punishment, apparently he did work in mysterious ways. Very mysterious indeed because just as the assailant was having the most fun, Gregoria turned back into Gregor.
On the morning of April 14th Gregor woke up and went to the bathroom. He got out of bed with his typical barely-alive-zombie-like movements. He passed the mirror without looking into it and headed straight for the toilet. He stood in front of it, lowered his boxer shorts, and let loose. He felt the usual relief, yet something was wrong. No sound of water hitting water, more like water hitting a hard surface. Now that he thought of it, he actually felt something warm splashing his feet. He rubbed his eyes and looked down. Something blocked his view, his chest had grown larger. Had he gotten fatter over night? Somehow this didn’t seem right, he pushed his chest in and stuck out his neck, looking down. The revelation came. He pulled up his boxers and ran to the mirror.
When Gregor looked in the mirror he realized he had turned into a woman. He had the whole package: full lips, a set of long flowing hair, big eyelashes, a thin waist, boobs and of course, instead of his boring old penis was the part he most enjoyed of a woman.
As he stared at his new figure he asked himself how this had happened and how long it would last, if it even went away at all. But these questions and so many others went away as soon as he actually considered the thought that he was a woman. All those nights he had spent at strip clubs, paying for women (or sometimes not at all) were no longer necessary. Gregor had been spending most of his dead beat salary on female entertainment and now realized he could provide it himself. He was incredibly happy. Gregor was a big believer in karma and thought that since he had treated women badly all his life, God would somehow punish him for it, but apparently God was a perverted as he was because he had instead chosen to give him the gift of a man’s consciousness in a woman’s body.
Gregor decided to have fun, so as he contemplated his image on the mirror he lightly stroked himself in places which he found most satisfactory. He lightly moaned and found he had a very sexy voice. This pleased him. After a while of exploring the new Gregor, the thought occurred to him that this could go away any second. So he thought to himself. I’ve got the power to make a woman do anything I want, no restrictions whatsoever. Hmm…What should I do?
Gregor went to his closet and took out a video camera he had. And for the next couple hours he had fun in a way that only he could understand. Gregor did unspeakable things in front of that camera, things he thought to keep for when he turned back into his old self and enjoy over and over again.
The rest of the day went back pretty quickly as Gregor decided not to go to work. He hung around the house, walking around and enjoying the view whenever he passed a mirror.
As night fell, a brilliant idea came to his mind. His friend Stephanie, the only woman he had ever befriended, was in town that night. She didn’t mind the way Gregor was with most women, as he was not this way with her. The reason being that she was a lesbian. Gregor had always had feelings of lust for her but knew there wasn’t a chance of ever being with her. Or was there? he now thought. He grabbed the phone and dialed her number. After a couple rings a sweet voice answered.
-Hello?
-Steph?
-Yes, who is this?
-It’s Gregor, how you doing babe?
-Gregor? What’s wrong with your voice?
-Oh…umm..that—right…well—umm I’m kind of sick you know, hon?
-Oh ok, well feel better then. What’s up?
-I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight
And on went the conversation until they decided to meet at The G Spot. A place they both loved full of strippers and nudity. However it was not Gregor who would show up, but the beautiful, sexy and very lesbian Gregoria. He, or she actually, would seduce the stood-up Stephanie and lure her to bed.
It was 10:22 pm. when Gregoria reached The G Spot. And as she went in, she sat at Gregor’s usual table. Her figure turned more than a couple heads and some of the men began talking to each other and making obscene gestures while discretely looking at her. This made Gregor sick, however it was to be expected, and soon enough it would all be forgotten when Stephanie arrived.
Twenty minutes went by, then thirty, then forty. An hour. No sign of Stephanie. Gregoria was about to leave when a big, round man stood up from a couple tables over. He had a tight shirt on, a dirty beard and a drunk look in his eye. He headed to Gregoria’s table. She realized this and quickly stood up and left the table. She headed towards the exit, turned around and sure enough, the fat man followed. Gregoria felt fear, and for the first time in ages, Gregor wasn’t the one being feared. She passed the exit and quickly headed to her car. The alley by the strip club was really dark at this time and Gregoria could only see a few feet in front of her. She hurried as fast as she could, even though she no longer had a view of the fat man, she felt his presence. She stopped and listened. Nothing but her own breathing. Maybe she was getting paranoid over nothing, the night was not going as expected.
Just as she was relaxing a scruffy voice broke the silence.
-Hey baby, where ya goin’?
And at that second Gregoria felt two huge arms wrap themselves around her and squeeze her like she was a toy. The hands pressed her against a huge sweaty belly. Gregoria screamed, but there was no one around.
Maybe this was God’s punishment, apparently he did work in mysterious ways. Very mysterious indeed because just as the assailant was having the most fun, Gregoria turned back into Gregor.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Review of "A Doll's House" (As if written at the time)
By: Eirik Borgos (a.k.a. Carlos Zozaya) 1800 and something…
I am completely outraged! This play is preposterous! It talks about women’s rights and independence! HAHAHA! I’m sorry but this is a disgusting thought for our entire society. How can someone even think of such a possibility?! Women being independent? Women caring for their husbands? I laugh at the thought! Everyone knows the little squirrels are supposed to look cute, clean the house, look after babies and love their husbands.
So what’s all this talk in A Doll’s House about independence? It is disgusting!
But don’t get me wrong now, there are some good aspects of the play. For example Jonas Ipsen’s magnificent portrayal of the great, talented Torvald Helmer. He portrays this magnificent character with such passion and accuracy that you feel like a real man watching him. Helmer knows where women belong and is constantly reminding his little featherbrain of her place, as should we all!
The bottom line is: I wouldn’t recommend this play to anyone who is in a sound state of mind. Men, you will be outraged by the principles this play gives out, Women…keep dreaming.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday Writing (A Poem)
As i sit here wondering what to do for Friday writing
I think of what my teacher will say
The prospect is indeed quite frightening
This thing I’m feeling is called dismay
This is the first of all our free assignments
And I can’t think of what to write
For inspiration, took off my garments
But I thought wait, this isn’t right!
Inspiration! Inspiration!
I’m waiting for you!
As I write down words of tension
I guess I’m feeling blue
A short story again?
Come on think of something new!
Why not try something different?
This homework’s almost due!
At last Friday has come
And I’ve got nothing to show for it
Just got this silly poem
I hope you are not bored of it
I think of what my teacher will say
The prospect is indeed quite frightening
This thing I’m feeling is called dismay
This is the first of all our free assignments
And I can’t think of what to write
For inspiration, took off my garments
But I thought wait, this isn’t right!
Inspiration! Inspiration!
I’m waiting for you!
As I write down words of tension
I guess I’m feeling blue
A short story again?
Come on think of something new!
Why not try something different?
This homework’s almost due!
At last Friday has come
And I’ve got nothing to show for it
Just got this silly poem
I hope you are not bored of it
Thursday, January 22, 2009
-Darkness- (A short story)
Darkness
11:16 pm.
Darkness. All around him. A feeling of claustrophobia crept up Jason Grimm’s spine, all the way into his mouth and lungs. He had felt this only once before and it had not been pleasant, neither was this.
The image of Sarah’s pale face was burnt into his memory. Those lifeless eyes, staring profoundly into his soul. He knew this image would haunt him forever. He could still picture her, lying there, even though in the sea of darkness he couldn’t distinguish right from left, up from down. He couldn’t tell the difference between having his eyes wide shut or wide open, everywhere he looked was a black eternity.
He breather deeply, he couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Only a moment ago the lights had all been on in his living-room, now it was darker than what he had just done.
8:01 pm.
“Are you ready hon?” Jason called from the doorway.
“Almost babe, just finishing up with the make-up” Came Sarah’s far off reply from the bedroom.
Late Again, Jason thought.
He had never understood why women always took so long to get ready, as if they would literally die if they didn’t look perfect.
“But you’re not like that, are you Tiny?” Jason said to the black cat purring at his feet. This was Tiny, a small cat he had adopted from the streets three years ago and had cared for like a son ever since. Tiny was the most precious thing in the world to him.
As he stroked his cat’s fur, he happened to catch a glimpse of his watch. 8:03 pm. They were due at the restaurant by 8 O’clock sharp and his mom was not one to be kept waiting.
“Come on Sarah! Hurry up babe, you know how my mom gets when we’re late!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
“I’ll go start the car, don’t forget to lock Tiny’s door!”
Tiny’s door was that little door many people have for their pets to be able to move freely in and out of the house. But Jason was sure to keep it locked at night as he knew Tiny might well wonder off and lose his way.
11:06 pm.
The evening hadn’t gone so bad, that is, until they got home. As they stepped into the house, Jason closed the door behind them.
“I’m gonna go get ready for bed” Jason’s fiancée said.
“I’ll be up soon, just going to get myself a glass of water, you want anything?” He answered.
“Nah, I’m ok, don’t take too long” she paused and turned her voice to an enticing whisper “I’ll be waiting…” and let it linger as she went up the stairs. She had to make him feel good after an evening out with his mom, she tended to stress him out a bit and he could get into one of his moods.
This was the only thing Sarah really disliked about her fiancée, he was very moody, and when he was set off…well, you didn’t want to mess with him.
While Sarah got ready to hop into the shower Jason was about to open the fridge when he noticed something odd. By the side of the refrigerator was a small black cushion, yet this was not the odd part. The odd thing was what wasn’t in it. Tiny.
It was after 11 at night and Jason had never seen Tiny out of his bed after 10pm.
He looked around the kitchen but Tiny was nowhere to be seen.
“Tiny,” he called out softly.
No answer.
“Tiny? Where are you?” Now he worried, Tiny always answered at the sound of his name.
Jason ran to the living room and looked around in there.
“Tiny!”
He scrambled through the house shouting his cat’s name to no avail. All the while Sarah was taking a shower and heard none of this.
Finally Jason went back to the kitchen. Ran to rhe back door and fell to his knees. Tiny’s door was open. His cat was gone…lost…never to return…ever.
Sarah. He thought.
Anger started brewing in his blood.
He had told her to close it before they left.
She must have forgotten he thought, she forgot…she…FORGOT!
Now Jason was furious. My cat is lost…I’ve lost him…the love of my life…and it’s all because of HER!
He ran up the stairs.
But she doesn’t care…
He went to the bedroom.
She doesn’t give a fuck…
He opened the bathroom door.
It’s just a FUCKING cat isn’t it?!
He slid open the shower curtain.
“Hey baby, I’ve been waiting” Sarah…
Jason stared at her, a cold hard gaze. Fury boiling through every vain in his body.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” She stared.
Jason slowly opened his mouth.
“Did you close Tiny’s door?”
“What?”
“Tiny’s door, did you…close it?”
“Oh! Umm…no…geez…I-I’m sorry hon” She was scared. “I’m sure he’s just fine, probably hiding under a sofa somewhere”
“No!” Jason shouted “He’s gone…forever…” a tear leaked out his eye.
Sarah couldn’t think of anything to say. Jason turned his back and walked out, down to the living room.
“I’ll be down in a second, don’t worry honey!” Came her voice.
Oh, I’m not worried…
Jason opened a cabinet drawer.
Everything will be just fine…
He pulled out a gun.
You’re the one who should be worried.
When Sarah came down the stairway in her robe, Jason was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at something in his hands.
“Look babe, I’m sorry, I know you’re worried but there really-” Her breath was cut short by a firing gun. Followed by a bullet piercing her throat and vocal chords.
She fell to the ground, desperately clutching her bleeding throat.
Jason stood over her, staring. His anger diminished as he saw the life draining out of her eyes.
Her arms lost strength and fell limply to the floor. Jason couldn’t stop staring. She was dead.
The lights went off.
11:17pm.
Jason struggled to come to amends with what had just happened. He had killed his soon to be wife. The person he loved the most in the world, that gorgeous 26 year old he’d fallen in love with at first sight in a coffee shop…Dead.
Jason Grimm had just extinguished the only ray of light in his life.
11:16 pm.
Darkness. All around him. A feeling of claustrophobia crept up Jason Grimm’s spine, all the way into his mouth and lungs. He had felt this only once before and it had not been pleasant, neither was this.
The image of Sarah’s pale face was burnt into his memory. Those lifeless eyes, staring profoundly into his soul. He knew this image would haunt him forever. He could still picture her, lying there, even though in the sea of darkness he couldn’t distinguish right from left, up from down. He couldn’t tell the difference between having his eyes wide shut or wide open, everywhere he looked was a black eternity.
He breather deeply, he couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Only a moment ago the lights had all been on in his living-room, now it was darker than what he had just done.
8:01 pm.
“Are you ready hon?” Jason called from the doorway.
“Almost babe, just finishing up with the make-up” Came Sarah’s far off reply from the bedroom.
Late Again, Jason thought.
He had never understood why women always took so long to get ready, as if they would literally die if they didn’t look perfect.
“But you’re not like that, are you Tiny?” Jason said to the black cat purring at his feet. This was Tiny, a small cat he had adopted from the streets three years ago and had cared for like a son ever since. Tiny was the most precious thing in the world to him.
As he stroked his cat’s fur, he happened to catch a glimpse of his watch. 8:03 pm. They were due at the restaurant by 8 O’clock sharp and his mom was not one to be kept waiting.
“Come on Sarah! Hurry up babe, you know how my mom gets when we’re late!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
“I’ll go start the car, don’t forget to lock Tiny’s door!”
Tiny’s door was that little door many people have for their pets to be able to move freely in and out of the house. But Jason was sure to keep it locked at night as he knew Tiny might well wonder off and lose his way.
11:06 pm.
The evening hadn’t gone so bad, that is, until they got home. As they stepped into the house, Jason closed the door behind them.
“I’m gonna go get ready for bed” Jason’s fiancée said.
“I’ll be up soon, just going to get myself a glass of water, you want anything?” He answered.
“Nah, I’m ok, don’t take too long” she paused and turned her voice to an enticing whisper “I’ll be waiting…” and let it linger as she went up the stairs. She had to make him feel good after an evening out with his mom, she tended to stress him out a bit and he could get into one of his moods.
This was the only thing Sarah really disliked about her fiancée, he was very moody, and when he was set off…well, you didn’t want to mess with him.
While Sarah got ready to hop into the shower Jason was about to open the fridge when he noticed something odd. By the side of the refrigerator was a small black cushion, yet this was not the odd part. The odd thing was what wasn’t in it. Tiny.
It was after 11 at night and Jason had never seen Tiny out of his bed after 10pm.
He looked around the kitchen but Tiny was nowhere to be seen.
“Tiny,” he called out softly.
No answer.
“Tiny? Where are you?” Now he worried, Tiny always answered at the sound of his name.
Jason ran to the living room and looked around in there.
“Tiny!”
He scrambled through the house shouting his cat’s name to no avail. All the while Sarah was taking a shower and heard none of this.
Finally Jason went back to the kitchen. Ran to rhe back door and fell to his knees. Tiny’s door was open. His cat was gone…lost…never to return…ever.
Sarah. He thought.
Anger started brewing in his blood.
He had told her to close it before they left.
She must have forgotten he thought, she forgot…she…FORGOT!
Now Jason was furious. My cat is lost…I’ve lost him…the love of my life…and it’s all because of HER!
He ran up the stairs.
But she doesn’t care…
He went to the bedroom.
She doesn’t give a fuck…
He opened the bathroom door.
It’s just a FUCKING cat isn’t it?!
He slid open the shower curtain.
“Hey baby, I’ve been waiting” Sarah…
Jason stared at her, a cold hard gaze. Fury boiling through every vain in his body.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” She stared.
Jason slowly opened his mouth.
“Did you close Tiny’s door?”
“What?”
“Tiny’s door, did you…close it?”
“Oh! Umm…no…geez…I-I’m sorry hon” She was scared. “I’m sure he’s just fine, probably hiding under a sofa somewhere”
“No!” Jason shouted “He’s gone…forever…” a tear leaked out his eye.
Sarah couldn’t think of anything to say. Jason turned his back and walked out, down to the living room.
“I’ll be down in a second, don’t worry honey!” Came her voice.
Oh, I’m not worried…
Jason opened a cabinet drawer.
Everything will be just fine…
He pulled out a gun.
You’re the one who should be worried.
When Sarah came down the stairway in her robe, Jason was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at something in his hands.
“Look babe, I’m sorry, I know you’re worried but there really-” Her breath was cut short by a firing gun. Followed by a bullet piercing her throat and vocal chords.
She fell to the ground, desperately clutching her bleeding throat.
Jason stood over her, staring. His anger diminished as he saw the life draining out of her eyes.
Her arms lost strength and fell limply to the floor. Jason couldn’t stop staring. She was dead.
The lights went off.
11:17pm.
Jason struggled to come to amends with what had just happened. He had killed his soon to be wife. The person he loved the most in the world, that gorgeous 26 year old he’d fallen in love with at first sight in a coffee shop…Dead.
Jason Grimm had just extinguished the only ray of light in his life.
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