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His words were his greatest asset, To swoon, to scour, to soothe, to scold. The tip of the tongue tapping down on the palette, Millions of stories waiting to be told. His brain a collection of words and memories, Ti know him was to love him in ways unknown, Cracking his code requires all the right keys, A bond of the mind and the imagination grown. Each day discovering new vocabulary, Hoping to match his poise and brilliance, A voice so well orchestrated like the silence of a library, Dreaming that one day he would give you a chance. Flipping his pages could make you weary, The thrilling world of the dictionary
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OBSERVING BY AVRIL AND PASCALE
1.EXT. BACKYARD PORCH SWING. NOON.
The house is old, blue and has a suburban feel to it. The backyard porch swing is plainly wooden and looks upon a large garden full of greens. Two old ladies;roughly in their 80’s; CALLIE and EVELYN, sit on the swing drinking lemonade while looking upon the young male gardeners;around the age of twenty-five; SAMUEL and JAYDEN. The day is hot and humid and the boys are shirtless and have a gleam of sweat covering their bodies.
CALLIE I’m so glad we’re finally getting this done. The garden was such a frightful mess.
EVELYN Oh yes truly. (Takes a sip of her lemonade) I just feel so terrible that the boys have to do it in such uncomfortable heat…
CALLIE Be fair to yourself Evelyn,you do not. Neither do I if i’m being completely honest.
The ladies have a laugh and take another long gaze at their view. One of the gardeners;JAYDEN;notices and lifts his arm to send a wave their way then gets back to work.
CALLIE Just look at the way his muscles flex when he lifts his arms.. I wonder what they feel like..
EVELYN Callie! Oh would you behave we could be their grandmothers!
CALLIE Oh settle down Evie, We both know you were thinking it as well, I just decided to say it out loud.
The ladies giggle again.
EVELYN You are so bad. This feels foolish. (She says with a smirk on her face)
CALLIE It’s not like we’re doing anything bad! We are just observing the view, and just to ease you guilt a little more we have been single ladies for a while now i’m sure Burt and Henry would understand.We’re just having a bit of fun.
EVELYN Well i’ve always had a bit of a liking towards Samuel, he clearly has a very good body as well.
They observe SAMUEL as he mows the lawn without a shirt on. He is clearly in very good shape and his muscles are flexing as he pushes the lawn mower along the garden. He is around 6’2 and very well built, he has tanned skin, black hair and blue eyes.
CALLIE I wonder how he is in bed..
EVELYN CALLIE!!!
CALLIE What! Just because we’re old doesn't mean our sexual drive has expired forever! It’s not a sin to be sexually attracted to someone below the age of 60!… I’m sorry for yelling at you but i’m just trying to really set it in your mind that it’s OK.
EVELYN I know that Callie, just be a bit more discreet, any louder and I fear the boys will hear us.
They giggle again and lower their voices.
EVELYN What about the other one.. what do you think of him?
They look off to the other gardner, JAYDEN, and observe his deep glorious chocolate skin. He’s around 5’11,half Jamaican half South African,with piercing green eyes.
CALLIE Oh He’s adventurous I can tell.
EVELYN Are you judging that because of his race!?
CALLIE No of course not! Just look at him though, the way he holds himself and the look in his eyes, I can just tell he's rigorous… Anyways it’s been a while and I understand the age difference but.. OH can’t a woman just dream.
EVELYN Ugh i guess your right… and here I am laying all my cards on the table so don’t say anything devilish but it’s definitely been a while since I was last with a man. I mean Burt died 8 years ago and I always thought that was it ,I am a widow, closed for business but every time that young man comes over here and takes that shirt off and starts mowing that lawn I get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach i haven’t felt since Burt and then my imagination starts to run wild.A bit ridiculous i know but wow can that man do some wild things in my mind and oh WOOF!
They giggle.
CALLIE Oh Evelyn your just horny. (She says a little louder)
EVELYN CALLIE! Watch your volume!
CALLIE Hey now we both; yet again; know its true. And its fine! You don't need to feel like we are going against the lord and our wedding vows if you've got a naughty feeling about some young hot thing who's accessible and fun to look at! By the looks of it he’s got this Christian Grey-esque to him.
EVELYN BEHAVE!… Who’s Christian Grey..?
CALLIE He’s this successful sex crazed young man who loves the whole domination part of sexual intercourse! Ain’t he exiting!
EVELYN How do you know this Mr.Grey! Have you been seeing some sort of male escort!? Do you have any idea how many diseases they carry!
CALLIE No no no, don’t get your panties in a bunch and assume the worst of me, i’m still a classy respectful woman. (Pause) He’s just this character in this novel I read recently for fun. It was quite naughty, felt exhilarating.
The ladies giggle again.
EVELYN Oh my! What’s this book called? Sounds like something fun and refreshing.
CALLIE 50 Shades of Grey! You would love it! Anyways now that I think of it Samuel actually fits Christian’s description quite nicely. I wonder if he’s as adventurous as the infamous grey…
EVELYN Wouldn't you like to know. Who knew your mind was so adventurous and wild!
CALLIE Im you understand! Wouldn't you like to spice things up a bit
EVELYN Well yes, of course, but how? I mean, at our age? Were practically dinosaurs. I say we leave it be and just admire from afar.
CALLIE Well speak for yourself woman. I will not sit and allow myself to fantasize any longer.
EVELYN Well, then what do you suggest we do? These beautiful young men could be our grandkids. Heck maybe even great-grandkids.I am in no mood to embarrass myself by throwing myself at a perfectly structured young man and having him laugh in my face.
CALLIE Well what makes you think they would laugh at us?
EVELYN Were 82!
CALLIE Fine, but I don't agree with you.
EVELYN Well, now that thats off the table what do you suggest we do?
CALLIE Since you're asking, I say we go to Christa’s Barbecue next sunday, Her father and a couple of his friends are coming up from Nevada this weekend and I'm gonna get to know one of them.
EVELYN Grandfathers. You want me to get all down and dirty with a Grandpa?
CALLIE as a matter of fact most of them are in their late sixties early seventies.
EVELYN How about, if one of these fine men say no to me, then we can go to “Christa’s Barbecue”.
JUST AS THEY WERE ABOUT TO SHAKE ON IT THEIR EYES WERE DRAWN AWAY BY THE MOVEMENT ON THE LAWN. STANDING THERE LIPS LOCKED WERE JAYDEN AND SAMUEL.
CALLIE SMIRKED
CALLIE Christa’s it is.
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Cancer had been the cause of 4 death’s in my family in the past 6 years. So, when Dr.Mary called saying I better “rush” over. I didnt exactly jump out of bed. I told her last week i was feeling kind of off, so naturally she scheduled a mammogram, a pap test, a blood test, and a full physical examination. My mom always told me,”just go get your tests regularly and everything will be fine”. Until it wasnt fine, my aunt passed away 3 weeks later, ovarian. I didnt tell Chris that Mary called, i didnt want to freak him out more than i needed to. He knows she only calls home when its serious. I woke early, grabbed the first coat i saw, and headed for the bus.
Sitting at the stop for what was 11 minutes seemed like hours. I could hear my pulse throughout my entire body. Every move i made felt like it would be my last. Even the sound of a car, or a bus, or a bike shook me to the core, as if it was headed straight for me. So when the 44 southbound arrived, I hopped and raced to the back, hoping the hum of the motor would distract me. Each house, person or street I passed made me feel like I was never going home. How could this happen to me? Im healthy, im fit, i take my vitimins and drink my kombucha. What more could i possibly do?
When I got to the building, I stumbled over to the elevator tripping on my own feet. My fists were clenched so tight i didnt even realize until the burning sensation of sweat hit the newly raw flesh.
The seating room was hot and smelled of hand sanitizer, and when they finally called my name and guided me through the narrow hall I felt faint. As I sat waiting behind the closed door I stared at all of the tools and files, wondering if maybe they all had something to do with me being there. When Mary finally came in I froze, my sweat was cold, and my face was hot. My ears began to ring and my eyes wouldnt dare meet hers. “Jessica?” “Jessica”, the humming quieted and my gaze settled on her.
“Jessica, it finally happened. Youre Pregnant”.
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October 8th 2006, Dear Janice, It's been a while. Longer than usual. You promised you would call but I guess you're pretty tied up. I figured maybe the phones are down there or bad service. Dad said we might be able to meet for my 15th birthday, but don't feel obligated I know it's hard for you. Kate's nice, she's obviously no you or any thing but she seems like she has our best interest at heart. Kelly grew 3 inches and I now fit a b cup. Dr. Geller said I might need braces. I wish I had gotten your perfect teeth, instead of stuck with dad's crooked jaw. Kelly looks a lot like you. A lot more than me. It's okay though, I think I have your eyes (hers are blue). Do you think about us? Dad said you left not because you didn't love us or anything (which of course I know), but he told us it was because you love yourself more. I think he's lying. He's just sad that he doesn't have you anymore. But I'll always have you. Even if we don't talk very often, we can always write. I think your last one got lost in the mail somewhere cause you said you would write back. Guess I'll just have to be patient. Anyways, I miss you mom. I hope you call soon. Love always, Lisa.
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I have been collecting Rolling Stones merch for some time now. Vintage tshirts, posters, records, even Keith's biography. So naturally when I saw The Rolling Stones vintage plate I didn't hesitate to whip out my wallet. My mom told me my THis obsession of mine was getting out of hand, I think SHES getting out of hand. I'm 14 years old and I'm allowed to make my own decisions! She promised me I could go to "oldchella" with her this year but the tickets sold out before I could say wild horses. Maybe one day....
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"Signs for sale, ever wanted a piece of England?" shouted the man in the green jumper. He'd been working at this stand in abbot Kinney for about 6 years now. When he moved to Los Angeles from London it was for his wife. But had he done anything for himself since he had been here? No. Locals rolled their eyes at him, so did tourists. All he wanted was to be back in his flat in Camden. He missed the smell of the deep fryer of the chicken man on the corner. He missed the sound of people rushing by. He missed the sight of his neighbors wishing him a good day each morning.
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The Bloody Bastard- JOURNAL EXPANSION TERM TWO
She sat silently in her golden rocking chair perched on her front porch. Her gaze was fixed on the nothingness in front of her. 6 hours has passed since her fight with the man she convinced herself to love. As the sun began to rise, the blood stained wood beneath her began to illuminate in a way it hadn't before. She wasn't sure whom the blood had belonged to; his, hers, her sisters? It didn't matter. The events of last night had arranged itself into a slideshow of sorts. A glass of wine that turned into 4, a bed, blood, blood, blood. She figured, for the most part, their attack was a response to the death of her son. But was it enough for them to try to kill her. Her thoughts overcame her, but she was quickly swept away as her eyes drifted to the corpse of her sister. She felt nothing, less than nothing, as she heaved the body to the shed beside her home. She shuffled inside, brewed a pot of coffee, and smoked a cigarette. As she blew clouds of smoke watching them fade into nothing as hours passed. She was on her 6th of the day when clouds began to alter the colour of the sky. She picked up a mop and scrubbed the floors bare. Her hands were raw and the house reeked of bleach. it was nearly noon and she had finally finished the first round of cleaning, as she stared at the empty floors, she began to itch in her skin. He would be back. And she couldn't do anything to stop him.
She lay her head against the itchy pillow that sat on her couch. She let her eyes drift and her mind wander. Searching for anything that might give her a clue that would explain last nights events. Like always her mind drifted to that day. The day she lost her son and her husband would never forgive her.
The air was hot and the sun was low. It was late august. August 23rd 2002 6:42 on the dot and kit wanted ice cream. He was 7 years old. Her husband had left town the tuesday before and he would be coming home later that night. They walked their usual route, hand in hand, laughing at everything and nothing all at the same time. They passed the liqour store beside the ice cream parlour. Her mouth watered. Her Husband hated it when she drank, he said she was...different. She stared at the shelves within as Kit ordered double chocolate in a bowl with 2 cherries on top. As they left, she made a decision that she would forever regret. NO MINORS read the sign, “stay here ill be right back”. She made her way inside and quickly weaved through the aisles. She picked up a bottle of gin, it was $38.99. It was as she stuffed the bottle into her purse when she noticed he was gone.
She woke to the abrupt ring of her telephone. She let it go. She rumaged through the kitchen, her bedroom, her sister’s car and found nothing. Why couldnt she find anything, why wouldnt they tell her why. She went to the dining room where everything seemed to unfold. There she found her sisters purse. Gold buckle just like she had remembered and a stain on the bottom left corner of where her mother had spilled coffee. She found was a nearly empty pack of molboros, a lighter, mascara, a hand mirror, and her wallet. She smoked what was left of the pack as she tore through the wallet. And there it was tucked into the front pouch. A photo of her sister Jane, Her husband James, and her son, Kit. He looked happy in the photo, though she couldnt remember when it was taken, until she saw the date and it began to make perfect sense. Scratched in a blue ink pen it read: “January 6th, 2003, Kit’s 8th Birthday”.
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She tumbled through the streets searching for inspiration. The idea of grasping onto anything and making it into something. She passed the same old art galleries, the same old restaurants, the same old people. Notting hill was supposed to be where people went to find creativity and spontaneity. Wrong. You can't just find it. you have to make it. But how do you make something that doesn't exist within yourself? She stared blankly at a display of plates; “Mind The Gap” “drug-free zone” “please adjust your dress before leaving”. She noticed tourists taking photos, admiring what stood before her. She saw no beauty in this junk, nothing that required the physical strain of pulling her phone out of her purse. She had lived in this city her entire life, leaving it once in middle school for a trip to Paris Disney, and not once had she ever stopped to admire something on the street.
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AVRIL ON ACTING
Stories are all that we are, a collection of moments passed down from those before us and created for generations to come. The ability to tell a story is a gift that I am lucky enough to say I have received. It is the allowance to be curious, and for a moment, live the life of another, while sharing moments and being heard.
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contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol
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