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To Be a Different Someone Chapter 12: “For the Love of Him”

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Chapter Twelve

My morning run that day never happened, at least not in a physical manner. I had several dreams that I ran all over the city, the country, maybe a bit of the world. I wasn’t avoiding anything. No boogieman or demonic figure was chasing me down—and by that, yes, I meant my dad. I was moving toward something, but I never saw what it was.

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Where to begin...

I'm a writer, at least I like to think so.
I was inspired when I met Marc Brown (the creator of "Arthur"--no, not the Dudley Moore version) at a young author's convention and after that I tried to write down any idea I had...and I continue to do so.

Who I Am Chapters 6 & 7

WANDERLUST

It had been a few weeks since Prom and for some reason KA was still with Michael or maybe that was the other way around. They spent a lot of time talking about things. They even included me in some of their discussions and--as much as I wanted to feel great for my friend, I felt like I was slowly getting cut off.
I mean, I felt less like a friend and more like the girl in the movies that was a little crazy but also had an unrequited love to the guy who saw her as a friend.
“Maybe we should double date sometime.”

To Be a Different Someone Chapters 8 & 9

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Chapter 8:
Whatever You Do, Don’t

We drove home after cheer practice with Krys talking a mile a minute.
“You were great out there, really. You were.”
I really wasn’t too bad. I knew the cheers but never actually performed the motions so I was a few steps behind.
“Thank you, I—”
“Now there are a few on the team who are going to be put off by—”

To Be a Different Someone Chapters 6 & 7

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Chapter Six
Honey, I’m Home

“Jen?”
I felt a dull pain all over my body. “Jennifer?”
I couldn’t figure out the voice, it was slow and gravelly.
I tried to speak but couldn’t open my mouth—it was like it was being held shut. I felt a hand brush against my arm and I tensed my body.

To Be a Different Someone Chapter 5: “It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing”

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It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing

“Jennifer?”
“Yes?”
I sat in a couch across from Doctor London’s chair as she looked through my paperwork and then at me. I
changed a bit of my style that day: loose shirt, a short skirt, and a looped set of earrings.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” she asked as she stood up and walked over to a deep chair next to the couch.

To Be a Different Someone Chapters 1 & 2

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Chapter One: Black Eyes, Blue Tears

Where to begin?
I suppose I could start with my family—of what it was…which was nothing, really. We were like three roommates that talked a little bit as we lived separate lives. I suppose that’s a bit blunt, but that’s how it is, or was.
I don’t want to think that I intruded on the lives of two people on the day I was born…but I kind of felt that way.

“Who I Am” Chapters 1-3

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I’ve been cleared to place “Who I Am” back on-line, so here it is, in smaller pieces.
I will upload the other chapters over the next few weeks as to not flood the board.

The biggest issue I’ve had with the story is creating a decent blurb to use on Amazon...I think that is the reason it has not seen much love on Amazon.

It Can Only Go Up From Here

6,800 words into “It Can Only Go Up From Here”.

The story takes place one month after the events in “To Be a Different Someone” and I decided to include the social and political issues that I didn’t want to hang onto Jennifer’s shoulders in the first book but it just seems that it had to come to place that there are going to be people who will hate her for no reason except their own prejudices and intolerance.

Cherry Moone: MooneShadows Chapter 11: “Anti-Hero”

Anti-Hero

We sat at Taco Time for what seemed like forever and wondered about what our fate would be. Would mom come with a fleet of police cars or just herself? I hoped for the police cars, as they would keep her from slapping the ever-loving crap out of me. Christy and Becky would receive the patented Linda Moone evil-eye glare several times form the rear view mirror until we reached their homes. Mom would either tell them goodnight or she wouldn’t say a word as they got out; assuming she would stop the car to even allow them to get out in one piece.

Cherry Moone: MooneShadows Chapter 10 “The Aeroplane Flies High”

“The Aeroplane Flies High”

I woke up before Christy and stared at the bare walls of her bedroom. Christy lived in the partially unfinished basement of her grandmother’s house where the walls sometimes felt wet and hanging posters was just about impossible. The grey, naked bricks had millions of holes and I thought that if I could lose my mind counting those holes then I wouldn’t have to deal with my current situation:
That my family life sucked.
That my love life sucked.
That life in general sucked.

Invisible Touch (starter)

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“Land of Confusion”
"The Last Domino"
"In Too Deep"  
"Tonight, Tonight, Tonight"  
"Throwing It All Away"
"Anything She Does"  
"In the Glow of the Night"
“Take a Look At Me Now”

Land of Confusion

It’s been three years.

Are You Happy Chapter 6 "Chain Reaction"

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When I was seventeen I fell in love with a girl named Amber. She was in two of my classes, English and French and she was at the top of the class in both languages and could flawlessly move between each language while I had issues with everything except sarcasm and dry humor. My French was limited to curse words and a few idioms.

Are You Happy Chapter 5 "Gotta Know Now"

Gotta Know Now

I met Aylese a few days before my 12th birthday. It was an early spring day and I spent it in the woods across from my house in Papillion, Nebraska. The woods, such as they were, were a small patch of land that sat between our sub-division and the flat lands that once had a railroad line, with wooden beams, metal plates and rusty track spikes being the only remnants of that time. In the middle of the trees was a creek that during the summer and fall was near dry but in the late winter and early spring it was very deep and had a swift current.

Cherry Moone

The last script I worked on...

Mooneshadows
© 1995-2003

FADE IN

INT. BEDROOM

The bedroom of CHERRY Moone, (13). Small, sparsely furnished. A small rug covers the unfinished wood floor.

Cherry-a girl with light red hair--stands with her backpack
in hand and looks at a picture of her standing next to a boy,
Josh Daniels.

She picks the picture up and stares at it as she brushes away
a tear.

WEDNESDAY (OS) Cherry! Let's go!

She places the picture back, places her hand on her abdomen
and leaves the room.

Flashback and other ideas I've had for 21 years or so

Flashback

I know, the title is not original...nor is the concept, but it deals with a girl who can go back in time by literally taking a step back. She can go back to a particular day and retain the knowledge of what occurred.

There are times where her powers bring her to situations where there are more of her in the same moment in time and they have to solve the quantum puzzle at hand. I had one scene in particular where her girlfriend has been accused of murdering someone and in her attempt to clear her name she is shot which causes a paradox.

Rebekah Anne Bettencourt

And here, we have my very first attempt at screenwriting.
This was entered into the first year of Project Greenlight where it went to round two but was eliminated.

Unlike the other scripts, you will note the lack of any musical cues, as these were added in a later draft that was lost (along with my other scripts when I erased the wrong memory card).

Please note that the script's ending is NOT the same as the book (Unwritten Rules) will be (the subplot and narrative are entirely different).

and so ,with that, yet another story line about a girl.

The Power of One

And so, in keeping with the scientific theme, another old and horrendously formatted (thank you final draft pro and Pages) script.

This is my “love letter”, so to speak to Japanese anime in the vein of the cut scenes of Final Fantasy 7. “The Power of One” is about a young wonan who had kept after the reactors that power the city of Tal Elib Vee on the Jovin moon of Io.

The Power of One
© 1999-2003
Based on the music of Collective Soul and Sting

FADE IN

Project Lind: Ver C

I'm posting another script because to write this one out as a book has been hard due to the nature of the main character and that I write in first-person.

Before working on AngelBlue, I had an idea about an android that wanted to be more like a human (wow...how original, eh?) but this machine also embraces Christianity and does not understand how people can be so cruel to each other (even with her limited "feelings" on the matter).

It did pretty well on the original site when it was known as "More Power to Ya"--based on a Petra song.

AngelBlue: Deadly Silence Beach

And now for something...completely different.

This is a screenplay...most likely horribly formatted and may not make any sense.
Also, when it was originally written, it was "scored" to Joe Satriani music and I borrowed names from the songs...not knowing they were already references to "The Silver Surfer",

Yes, I left them just as they were written in 2002

The Best Damn Thing Section 8 "Smile"

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Smile

My father was admitted to the hospital and I, without any fight, was admitted into a cell at juvenile hall. I wasn’t as miserable as I thought I would be. I was held over the weekend without visitors.

Who I Am on Amazon

I have released the ebook and paperback of Who I Am on Amazon

I want to thank everyone who has read and/or commented on it, that has meant a lot to me.

I have had the idea for the story since 2001 and wanted to do more with it after I wrote it in script form but didn’t know how to make it work until two years ago.

Isosceles Love Triangles Chapter 1 “Time Gone By”

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Warning: I haven’t touched this story since...maybe...2006 and there may be some issues with spelling (more so than most) and some scene shifts. I’m just trying to see if the story can be completed. It’s about two love triangles (or perhaps parallelograms?) that may end happily ever for one couple or for opposite members. I’m not too sure yet.

Soak Up the Sun

I started this one, like, maybe ten years ago and, like the main character, had very little of it completed. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go but now I kind of have a good idea on where I’m going to take it and I can assure you it’s not going to be stereotypical or the same ol’ same ‘ol but it will tell the story of a relationship from the other side of the fence (for lack of better words) and how that love story is endangered due to social media.

The title is not etched in stone.
In fact, I’m kind of thinking of switching it around

A Change Will Do You Good Chapter 1 "Soak Up The Sun" (starter)

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A writer is only content twice in their life: When they first think of an idea and when they receive the check when they complete that book.
Unless they’re writing a series and then it becomes a never-ending Catch-22 of idea begats another idea but it’s needed on page three hundred of book four and not on page ten of the second chapter. That was my life for three years. It was my fault to begin with. I mean, I titled the series “Four Seasons of Love” with the first book called “Autumn Amore”.

The Best Damn Thing Section 7: “What the Hell”

What The Hell

I was ordered to move into my sister’s room that very afternoon and I made it my business to make sure everything stayed the way it was when she was there until I was ready to move or throw anything away. Not that I felt like leaving it as a shrine to her. No, it was just she had great taste and had left a lot of her old clothes for me, including something she called “the suit”; which was a skirt, with a long dress shirt and a tie.

The Best Damn Thing Section 6 “When You’re Gone”

When You’re Gone

The fight started in the summer before my freshman year.
It was verbally bloody and nothing was off-limits; no words were barred.

In the blue corner, my sister, who was five months pregnant
In the red corner, my parents; who were not pissed about the pregnancy but more over the fact she had left home for a week and never said where she went.

She told them and they were still angry because she living with a new boyfriend who lived across town; this was not the father of the baby; at least that’s what she told them.

The story behind “The Best Damn Thing”

First off,
I apologize for placing small snippets of the story; but it’s coming to me in pieces that I want to try and share.

Second,
Thank you for everyone who read my last blog post and responded to it.

Third,
Thank you to everyone who is reading the story in its bit by bit format.

The Best Damn Thing Section 5 “Push”

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I spent Sunday morning in my bed.

I removed my storm window to break into my room and I then slammed my small dresser against the frame. It did squat to prevent anyone, like, say, John, from actually getting in but it made me feel a little better. However the good vibes vanished in seconds as what happened replayed in my head like a bad cut scene.

That feeling...

I had that feeling again today.

It’s one I’ve had since fourth grade...or maybe even before that-the one of finding a high point, anywhere and just jump off it.
There are days that I stay indoors and do nothing to just let the voices pass by...they have really good ideas sometimes.

Well, good is relative to the time that the rest of the world seems to be going to Hell.
And I know it’s not...it never “really” is (if you ask people around me)
But I feel it.
And, yes, I hate it.

The Best Damn Thing Section 4 “Complicated”

Complicated

Seventh grade was a time of extreme ups and downs.

I’m not going to bore with you with my yo-yo-in attitudes as I felt terrified as my voice cracked one day and went like a freaking octave lower. This quasi-baritone like voice (in my opinion) didn’t match up with the rest of me and I hated it.

It was also during this time that my older sister started hanging out with a new set of neighbors down the road. I can’t say I remember her name but unfortunately I can remember her brother, John, too well.

The Best Damn Thing Section 3 “Girlfriend”

Girlfriend

By the time I was in fifth grade home life was the equivalency of going to a liquor store: go in and get what you need, loiter for as long as the clerk can tolerate you before he shouts in a foreign language and get out.

Stealing a Twinkie or a Pepsi was optional.

The Best Damn Thing Section 2 “Innocence”

Innocence

The kindergarten teacher looked at me with a slight bit of concern but then her eyes sparkled as she introduced herself to my mother and myself. I didn’t think about it too much at the time as she invited me to go over to the play area in the middle of the room: model houses and kitchen play sets with small metal bowls and plastic foods; the classroom has more fake food in the refrigerator than we ever had in ours at home.

When She Stops Saying She Loves You

I will admit, next to “Mooneshadows” this is the most depressing storyline I have ever written because I all about things that in real life would probably kill me or at least find myself on suicide watch. I have the utmost respect for anyone who has gone though the situation taken by the main character.

Now, the chapter titles are, as always, based on a song title that ties the chapter’s theme with the emotion of the scenes within. And, yes, they are all by Duran Duran.

Ordinary World—complted and posted
Burning the Ground—completed and posted

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