A movie poster (looks more like a book cover...) for the book 'Magic on the Storm' by Devon Monk. For some reason, I could not get this image out of my head, so I decided to share it.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Poster
I've started messing around with graphic designing and I realized that a lot of the older shows (and even some new ones) I love don't have movie posters. So I decided to create some of my own. Here's the one I made for Buffy!
Xena: Warrior Princess Poster
Xena's so badass. Why aren't there more posters? The show did run for 7 years...
Angel Of Awsome
Original stories and screenplays from site contributer, Angel Of Awesome!
First Day of School
The day was cold. Colder than it should be in August. For the past two months the air had been heavy with a temperature well above one-hundred. Even in the weeks preceding this, the last day of August, there was no sign that a drop was coming. Without stepping outside, or looking through a window for that matter, as the frosty fog had surely been visible through the gray atmosphere since the early hours, Sophie felt no need to withdraw one of the brightly colored tank tops from her closet to match a slim fitting pair of linen Capri pants. Instead, today, Sophie scanned to the rear of her wardrobe and chose to dress in her favorite ski pants, (plaid, made of purple and khaki moisture-resistant nylon), a black thermal long sleeve crew neck, and matching plaid ski jacket. She didn’t know where this urge came from, only that it was practical for today. Without thinking, Sophie selected what she needed, dressed, and knew she was prepared for the day. She did not know what the day held. Only that she was prepared for it.
After waiting patiently for the coffee pot to heat the two cups of water Sophie had poured into it, she responded to the alert by pouring the steaming water into a pink and brown polka-dotted Hello Kitty travel mug she had already poured the contents of three instant hot chocolate pouches into. The kind with the mini marshmallows. Sophie loved those marshmallows. With a few swift circles of a spoon, the hot chocolate was mixed and Sophie replaced the lid on her travel mug then deposited the spoon into the kitchen sink. Holding the mug cupped in both hands, she approached the front door to her house, next to which sat on a tile floor her book bag, a white back-pack with purple zippers and Hello Kitty stickers strategically placed over the brand logos. Sophie gracefully snatched up her back pack from its resting place on the floor and heaved it onto her shoulders shifting her hot chocolate from one hand to the other. One hand finally clenched the door handle and turned. Sophie opened the front door and stepped through to proceed down the driveway, then the sidewalk about a block and a half to the stop where the school bus would pick her and six others up for a ride to school.
For five years school buses had been stopping at this particular stretch of sidewalk. Since the last house in the development neighborhood had been occupied, introducing the last of the required amount of students needed to warrant a stop. That student was Sophie, and for five years, since that first day when her over-prepared mother had escorted her to the bus stop an hour and a half early so as not to miss the first ride of the school year and leave a negative impression among the other families in the neighborhood, Sophie had arrived at the stop early to meet Clara, her best friend.
Clara’s mother had also over-anticipated the first day of the stop’s use and arrived just ten minutes after Sophie and her mother had. Perhaps it was this common characteristic in the girls’ mothers that drew them into friendship – understanding – or perhaps it was the mutual fascination with those little knit caps with the puff balls on top and ear flaps on the sides, but Sophie and Clara hit it off immediately, and rarely spent time apart ever since. The two girls always met at the bus stop early to talk without other nosey kids or bullies interrupting or casting glances at their interesting conversations, and they never sat apart on the bus, whether it be on the ride to school or back to the bus stop or even for a field trip. They were kindred. For five years Sophie and Clara had an unfaltering love for each other. One that sisters might share. Not the kind of sisters who fight all the time or talk about the other to expose bad behavior and see the justified punishment, but those sisters who are so alike that everything is better with the other near to understand exactly how her sister feels and can share sentiments and jokes and fears and sadness. For five years, now, Sophie and Clara had shared their sentiments. And jokes, and fears, and yes, sadness. Even though no one else understood. Though some thought the two strange or silly, Sophie had Clara and Clara had Sophie, and that would never falter. Neither would judge the other.
As Sophie approached the bus stop, Clara waited, faithfully, with her ever warming grin and added a furrowed brow. “Ok. Explain.” She said with a giggle, her grin widening. Sophie’s eyes met Clara’s in response, or maybe indifference, Clara wasn’t sure. “Hey, you alright?” Clara waved her hand in front of Sophie’s face to urge a reaction. Sophie snatched Clara’s hand mid-wave, wrenched it sharply towards the ground ignoring Clara’s yelp as her wrist broke, pulled a small pairing knife out of her pocket with her other hand and, beginning underneath the ear, elegantly sliced through the center of Clara’s neck prompting a flood of scarlet. Sophie’s knife hit the glistening sidewalk just before Clara’s limp, lifeless body slunk down next to it. Sophie turned on her heel and strode back down the sidewalk out of view leaving behind the remains of her best friend in a puddle of blood steaming atop the hot sidewalk.
It was 7:00am on August 26th. The fist day of sixth grade, and ninety-four degrees outside.
Copyright 2012 Samantha Lynn
The Runaway Queen An alternate history of the Tudor Court
Henry proceeded through the opening that set the rose garden aside from the center of the grounds, keeping it somewhat secluded. As he emerged the sound of water falling from the round stone fountain in front of him comforted the King, a much needed sooth amongst the turmoil currently over-taking his life, both political and personal. Henry rounded the path that edged the fountain as he freed his mind of thought. Just as he inhaled a fresh gulp of air, a woman emerged from another opening in the hedge and into the King’s path. Henry exhaled the deep breath with a sigh, “Hello, Catherine.”
“You’re Majesty.” the Queen greeted her estranged husband.
The space between the pair’s love-making had grown steadily in recent years, they seemed more like conjugal visits now. A performance for the court. Things had been particularly tense since the arrival of an illegitimate child born of the King and one of Catherine’s ladies in wait. A son. Catherine had provided the King with a beautiful and healthy girl some years ago, but had failed in the task of birthing a male heir. A suitable heir. Since the humiliating reception that Henry had held at court for the bastard, Catherine had been campaigning for an act of succession securing the throne for her daughter, much to the King’s dismay. Many an awkward supper had been made even less bearable by Catherine’s attempts to persuade Henry to recognize their daughter Mary as highly as he had his supposed son. Today, Henry decided he would grant her wish.
“I was just thinking about you”
“Were you, you’re Majesty?”
“Yes. In fact, I was thinking about Mary and your request that I pay her more appropriate attention. Tomorrow she will be sent to Moore House.”
“Your Majesty” Catherine interrupted in disbelief, the King proceeded.
“She will be placed in the care of her Governess. She will have only the best tutors and servants. The life of a true princess.” Henry’s patronizing tone was not lost on the Queen.
“You would take my daughter away from me?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Mary will have all the concessions I have provided for Edward.”
“You know very well this is not what I meant. You cannot send her away. A child needs her mother.”
“The arrangements have already been made. She will leave in the morning.”
“You’re Majesty” Catherine compelled as she halted without noticing, but the King continued on walking a little taller now. “You’re Majesty” Catherine beckoned, “Henry!”
The King stopped abruptly. He turned and strode intently back towards Catherine.
“You should better not to meddle with me Catherine. I’ve kept you here in spite of five failed births. Five sons I should have had. My patience has ebbed woman, you should not feel so comfortable with your place here.”
“I am your Wife. I am the Queen.”
“You have failed me as a wife and a Queen; I can dismiss you as I please.”
“The Pope will not allow it.”
“I answer to God, not his servants. He has seen fit to deny us the fruits of a union, what choice do I have but to seek another?” Henry turned and left before the Queen could form and answer. The confirmation of her fears set in like a knife slowly plunged through her stomach. She fell to her knees and wept, but only for a moment.
“You’re Majesty” Catherine’s Lady approached her side concerned. The Queen steadied herself on the woman’s arm as she rose and sorted herself out.
“Lady Marquesford, my most loyal of friends, will you help me?”
“Of course, you’re Majesty, are you well?”
“I am well enough; it is my fate that worries me. And the fate of my daughter. I need your pledge of confidence and devotion now more than ever.” Lady Marquesford’s eyes grew wide with concern and intrigue as the Queen’s tone grew hushed and serious.
“Your Majesty, you have my life of service. I will do anything.”
“Good.”
The women made their way swiftly back to the palace, where Mary was in session with her tutor in the Queen’s study. On the way, Catherine enlightened her companion to her plan. When the pair arrived back at the Queen’s quarters, Lady Marquesford made to pack up the essentials that would be needed on their journey. Catherine informed Mary’s tutor that her services would no longer be needed for the day as Mary would need rest for her journey the next day. When the tutor had departed and the women were alone, Catherine gave Mary orders to request of her father permission to sleep in her mother’s room one last night. She did not inform her daughter that she would be departing court earlier than planned. When the last hallway candle was snuffed, Catherine and Lady Marquesford bundled Mary and stole away in shadow, leaving the palace forever.