SCHOOL PROJECTS
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MELODY
SILENT SHORT SCRIPT
A young college student dances to the beat of his favourite jazz song.
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Sample:
INT. MICK’S ROOM - MORNING
An alarm clock rings.
MICK (18) wakes up from his bed.
Mick turns off his alarm clock and proceeds to turn on his phone.
Mick opens a music player app and plays a funky, upbeat jazz song.
The song plays throughout the whole scene.
Mick bops his head to the rhythm.
Mick washes his face, brushes his teeth and puts on his
clothes.
Mick puts on earphones and listens to the same jazz song.
Micks walks out of his room.
Tony has to choose if he wants to continue doing the "job" and follow on Jafar's path or quit while he has the chance.
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Sample:
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET FOOD STALL - AFTERNOON
A food stall is busy serving customers. A waiter comes out of the drink station with a tray of one cup of hot Nescafe and a cup of iced Cham. The waiter places the drinks on JAFAR's (48) and TONY's (22) table.
JAFAR: Thank you.
The waiter picks up their empty plates and cups and goes back to the drink station. Tony takes a sip of his Cham while Jafar blows his Nescafe for it to cool.
TONY: So,... you want me to behave? I can behave. Easy. No problem.
JAFAR: Sure, you can.
TONY: You saw how I was with the boss, right? I was behaving. I think we'll kick it off just fine. You'll see.
JAFAR: Everyone's the same when they're with the boss. You're no exception. And I'm not talking about you and the boss. You already got that clear. No, I'm talking about your behavior with everyone else.
TONY: Oh... fuck them. They don't like how I deal with shit, then too bad. They don't know what I'm capable of.
JAFAR: You haven't even finished your first job.
TONY: But I got what it takes.
JAFAR: They assign you with me because they're still testing ya.
TONY: Because they know I can handle it.
JAFAR: You're not listening to me, are you?
TONY: Look, I know you're worried. New kid on the block, doing this kind of job, but seriously, look at me. I'm not worried!
JAFAR: That's what I'm worried about.
PERSONAL PROJECTS
SHORT STORY
A mysterious young woman stops by a motel to rest, not aware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
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Sample:
Evening.
In a city, JOE'S MOTEL is open for business. Only a few cars are present in the parking area.
A blue van is driving on the road. It enters the motel and parks in the corner of the parking area. The van's engine is turned off.
The door opens. A young lady in her 30s, sporting a ponytail, wearing a coat as well as leather boots, carrying a big bag, gets out of the van. Her eyes look focused as she stares at the motel sign. She slams the van door and walks towards the motel.
A receptionist is playing a handheld game while wearing earphones. She seems very engrossed in it.
The young lady approaches the receptionist, but the receptionist is not aware of her. The lady, looking cold, kicks the desk, alarming the receptionist.
RECEPTIONIST: (frightened) Ahh! Oh, sorry miss. I didn't notice you. Umm... welcome to Joe's!
YOUNG LADY: ...
RECEPTIONIST: Umm... so... room for one?
YOUNG LADY: ...yeah. That'll be nice.
They stare at each other for an awkward amount of time.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh! I forgot. (takes a piece of paper from the counter) Umm... please uh... please fill in the details in this. Thank you.
The lady grabs the paper and writes it down with the pen at the counter. The receptionist awkwardly smiles as she waits for the lady to finish.
RECEPTIONIST: So, are you on vacation? Passing by, perhaps?
YOUNG LADY: Why are you so curious?
RECEPTIONIST: No, I'm just... trying to make small talk. (awkwardly laughs softly)
YOUNG LADY: ...well, let's just say I'm on a job.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, so you're on a business trip.
YOUNG LADY: ...yeah, sure. (gives paper back) Can I have a room at the furthest corner?
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, okay. (shuffles through the key cabinet) Here. Room 2-15.
YOUNG LADY: (grabs keys) Thanks. (walks away)
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, uh... thank you. Have a good stay, Miss... (looks at paper), Miss... Isla.
Isla walks away, ignoring her name being called out.
The receptionist is left alone, looking confused at Isla.
As Isla walks to her room, she looks around her surroundings. She sees an empty pool, filled with dirt, moss and cigarette bunts. The pool is indoors, surrounded by the building. The cement floors are cracked and the potted plants are wilting. She walks upstairs to the second floor and the railings are rusted and the paint is peeled off. Television sounds can be heard in one of the rooms she walks by. She reaches to her room at the end. She unlocks the door, opens it and enters the room.
The wallpapers are stained and torn. The floors are dirty. The cabinets are dusty. Isla places her bag on the unkempt bed, not minding the mess. She took off her coat and lays it on the bed. She unzips the bag and took out a small pouch. She places the pouch in her pocket and leaves the room.
ONGOING WEBNOVEL SERIES
Ryuken is your average 15-year old high schooler, living his life in an ordinary way. That is, until he comes across a mysterious katana, and is pulled into the world of unbelievable supernatural.
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You can read the webnovel series here.
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Sample (Chapter 1: Just Another Day):
Your vision is blurred. A pair of hands reach out to you. Someone is holding your small body. You can't seem to tell the face of the person holding you. You feel calm and warm.
An explosion appears out of nowhere. Some kind of huge and sparkling creature is being seen, still blurry. Lightning flashes around the creature. You fell to the ground as the person holding you dropped you. You see the black, starry sky.
The creature looks down on you. Flashes of white lightning surround the creature and you visibly see its red eyes, staring at you. You see it widening its jaws, flashes of lightning emitting from it. Its breath, its roars, and the crackling of lightning, you can hear them all at once.
Its mouth gets closer and closer to you, and-
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RING! RING! RING!
A young teen wakes up, alerted by his alarm clock. His eyes wander around the room for a moment, slowly gaining his senses. He looks at his alarm clock, flashing the time. He looks disappointed.
He lazily reaches for it. The clock keeps on ringing, longer than it needed to be. He clicks on the clock button and goes back to bed. After a few minutes of contemplating his responsibilities as a moral student and questioning his existence as a human being, he gets up from bed, feeling like he always has been; "Okay".
He looks out the window to only see the sunrise being shielded by the common houses in the neighborhood. He scratches his chest, lets out a yawn, and says to himself:
"Just another day, huh?"
His name is RYUKEN.
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Sample (Chapter 8: Initiation Hour):
RYUKEN: ... s- so, what does it mean... if we could... see these Demons?
KENZAKI: It could only mean one thing. You're a Sixther.
RYUKEN: Sixther?
KENZAKI: Those who have unlocked their sixth sense are not just able to see these supernatural creatures, they could interact with them. Like how I could fight with the Stone-Ape earlier.
TSUYUKI: You fought it alone?
MIE: You even came back unharmed.
KOUGA: (clicks tongue) Lucky...
RYUKEN: And... do all Sixthers... fight these Demons?
KENZAKI: The ones who do are more well known as Exorcist.
RYUKEN: Exorcist?
KENZAKI: We Exorcists are tasked to protect the peace and the supernatural balance of the world. We defend the unknowing from the unseen predators, as we are the only ones who knew of their existence, and we must act in our part to eradicate those who threaten that peace, even when no one in the world would honor our sacrifices. That is our burden, but that is our life's duty. We are the silent guardians, the hidden protectors, the secret warriors. We are... Exorcists.