And here's the next four story ideas that I had written down in that old manuscript of mine. Just a little bit and I'll to wrack to old noodle to come up with new story ideas. Not that I'll end up using all of them, the lazy that I am, but, you know, it's quite a good idea, I reckon, to have a list of these sort of stuff. Heh. Yeah.
October 9, 2020
008 – THE BALLAD OF GRIM REAPER RICK
Here lies Rick,
No man’s a greater dick
That’s been killed by a brick.
So say the words carved on his tombstone. He really shouldn’t have put in his will that his brother-in-law would be the one to write his epitaph. He would have died laughing then had he not been dead already.
He hefts the great scythe onto his shoulder and walks off away from his grave, reading the list of names on the piece of parchment that the Head Reaper had given him. It seemed that when one died, one needed to spend some time as a grim reaper before on can even get an audience with the big guy.
Well, at least Rick did. While he hadn’t been such a bad guy in life, he hadn’t been that much of a good guy either. He had a lot of souls to reap.
wrong wolf notes:
It's basically a comedy about a guy who died and who has to do what basically amounts to community service, in the underworld sense, before his soul can move on, whatever that entails whether it be going to heaven, to hell, or be reincarnated. Judging from the thick book he had been given together with the Reaping For Dummies manual, at one page per soul, he really had a lot of souls to collect. It was a good thing he was used to mind-numbing routine work, being a career office worker all his adult life. Indeed.
September 7, 2020
007 – THE DEATH BRIDGE
On his way to work, a man finds a bridge that was not there before. Worried he tries another route to his office but again finds the same bridge. No matter where he goes or what he tries, he finds himself standing at the foot of the bridge again and again.
Finally he gives up and crosses the bridge and finds himself irresistibly drawn and compelled to look over the side of the bridge and there he saw his life playing itself out like a movie. He finally realizes what a poor, pathetic, deluded fool he had been and filled thus with anguish and despair, he threw himself over the railing and plummeted into the cold waters below. Only to find himself standing in the middle of a field of flowers, a small stonework bridge, and in the company of a pudgy, little troll called Bob grinning at him from under the bridge.
This is not the man’s story though but of Bob and his life under the bridge that seemingly causes people to leap to their deaths. The Death Bridge.
wrong wolf notes:
Originally entitled The Suicide Bridge, I eventually changed the title of this story idea to what it is now for even though it is a bridge that invariably has an effect on certain people and making them jump off it and plummet to their deaths, I could very well be accused of making light of a very serious problem, particularly when the story itself to which the bridge gives us access to has little to do with ending one's life but with one's dissatisfaction with one's life and one's hidden desire for a new one. To say that it is a touchy subject would be putting it mildly indeed.
And it could be argued that since the bridge is making people kill themselves, The Killer Bridge or The Death Bridge would be a more apt name for it. Nothing could be farther from the truth for the bridge merely forces susceptible people to confront their own lives. Whether they leap off the bridge is up to them. The bridge does not push them off itself. But it is not in me to foolishly argue the point or waste my time in stupid arguments. I have more idiotic stuff on which to waste my time.
So The Death Bridge it is.
August 15, 2020
006 - THE FLIGHT OF THE INTERRUPTUS
In an attempt to copy the classic journey around the world as described in Verne’s book, retired Captain Bluth and his nephew Flynn build the Interruptus, an air-sea-and-land vehicle from an old steam-powered tugboat, hot air balloons, and various scraps scavenged from the nearby abandoned aircraft graveyard.
As they embark on their epic voyage, they are pursued by the Captain’s wife who is determined to put an end to their nonsense. The wife is later joined by Cassandra, Flynn’s ex-girlfriend, to stop Flynn. According to the crazed dancing of a fortune-telling monkey owned by a strip mall gypsy, Flynn will meet the love of his life during a long journey abroad and Cassandra is intent of stopping that from happening for she found that she still had feelings for him.
Will uncle and nephew manage to reach their goal or will their adventures meet an untimely end?
wrong wolf notes:
Nothing much to say about this story idea. It's pretty much straightforward. Uncle and nephew goes out on an adventure. Aunt and ex-girlfriend chases after them to put a stop to such nonsense and bring them back home. Needless to say, there'll be numerous adventures, or misadventures, before that happens, if ever.
I really liked story idea and if I ever stick to this writing schtick for the long run, I just might come around to developing this story idea. Yeah.
005 – TARO, WHERE ARE YOU?
This year, The Rational Explorers Club, a highly exclusive social club of wealthy patrons of the sciences but in reality a secret organization of elite mad scientists, is holding its annual convention in the isolated mansion estate on the top of the mountain just outside Deeplake City. This year, however, the club president, the young Miss Silvercarl finds herself enamored with antics of one Taro Garumi, a local high school boy. She pursues the young man and endeavors to win his heart in the only way she knows how, by sending her minions and whacky but insanely dangerous inventions to get his attention.
Needless to say, Miss Silvercarl is distracted from her duties as club president and with no one else around capable enough to supervise the club and keep its members in check, the club members go on an enthusiastic rampage and bash as only truly mad scientists can, wreaking havoc on the poor hapless city.
Vibro mace in hand, the hulking brute of a vice-president thus takes it upon himself restore order in the club, by eliminating the one distraction that is keeping the president from dispensing her duties.
wrong wolf notes:
I actually came up with this story idea back in high school when a friend of mine told me about this anime script contest that I might be interested in participating. It took some doing and I did managed to put a script together and I sent it in. Nothing came out of it though and sadly I had long since lost the original copy of the script. I still remember the premise of the story though and one of these days, I just might off my lazy butt and pick this up again and make something out of it. It was just too good an idea to let it languish in the drawer, so to speak, forever.
I have no idea when I'll get around to it though but this one was definitely in the waiting list. Heh.
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