Movie Plot
A young woman who works in an upscale restaurant becomes haunted by her traumatic past.
Cold Sweats [19]
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You’ve Got Mail [14]
All seems to be going well for Bishop Blunt until he's suddenly confronted with the truth about his past and his latest secretive indulgence just might be his last...
A young attractive female Laura Wright is in her early-Twenties, who can be quite seductive and assertive.
Bishop Blunt in his late thirties was A beloved small-town City Councilmen and a local church Youth Leader who seems very generous as well as compassionately considerate.
The story begins on a moonlit beach.
Someone is being blackmailed.
It’s a story about terror, betrayal, and addiction.
Bishop Blunt has some questions to answer. Will he survive his latest organized entanglement?
Vino’s Progress [8]
What would you do if you knew there were deranged men with shocking habits near the ones you love willing to harm them for their own pleasure and personal gain?
The night of the snow storm changes everything for Vino Ventele, a 37-year-old lawyer from West Boggins.
One moment, he is discussing mountain climbing with his energetic and charismatic bestfriend, Josh Waye; the next, watching with horror as deranged men begin terrifying people within his community.
He knows these men came from Oxford but he can’t prove it – at least not without some detective work.
The stable, brave man knows that his carefree life is over. He acquires some help from a brash investigative journalist Samantha Stirs and is gradually reborn as the hero who will save his community and even more so the world from these deranged men.
However, when Josh calls, begging him to stop his intensifying obsessions’ concerning his research into the business dealings of these deranged men, Vino is forced to decide what is more important: stopping the deranged men that terrify people without criminal prosecution, or preserving his own reputation and relationship with his best friend?
As In The Days of Noah-Pitch [2]
This is a documentary-style story with an emphasis on how the invention of man-made robotics ultimately destroys humanity as we know it today. The story is about a rebellious dancer(main character). It takes place at a human detention center in what appears to be a junkyard. The humans are kept within a heavily surveilled detention center because they refuse to become merged with technology and have participated in anti-transhumanism activism. The story begins with someone moving to a new dwelling within the detention center and ends with a trial. The nature of humanity is changing, and that plays an important role in the story. ©
Journal Entry #107 Can't remember the last time I slept. It seems like I've been awake for days. I'm not used to staying in one place long. I suppose I'm still in shock that I've actually been caught! I took a risk and lost. So it seems. Still don't regret what I did. Hope Danni is okay. She needed food. What was I suppose to do let watch her die?!? I couldn't... I just couldn't. I had to do something. I'm glad I found that batch of non-perishable goods in an abandoned warehouse. Thankfully, I was able to give her enough to survive a few more days off-grid without me before the cyborg army core locked onto our location. I had to then immediately flee alone from our location to keep her safe... Non-Perishable food has been very difficult to find these days and livestock has already been eradicated. The World Federation of Losers only keep a small batch of animals in a museum, I suppose for kicks. They are the last original animals in existence. No one eats real meat anymore. I really do miss it. I remember having real meat as a little girl. My grandmother used to make a large delicious roast during the holidays. The roast and food always smelt so good. The joy of those holiday feasts still usher in warm comforting feelings to me when I think of life before the war. Before the horror that now has become my life and that of many others in resistance. Meat has been outlawed for many years now. People who have agreed to become merged do not need much of real food anymore anyway. Everything is fake synthetic copies of the original. People if you can call them that anymore mostly eat for the data experience not for nutrition or taste.... Back...something was coming. Cyborg Watcher Rounds. We are surveilled 24/7 here. 'We' being the NCH12(Non-Compliant Humans). We refuse to merge with machines. We learned to live under ground and wander the earth to avoid capture by the WF Cyborg Army Core...Our finial stop on the run is a dentation center when captured. This place is an old junkyard for relics of our human existence. They have a few sites like this around the world. Its like a form of visual torture as much as it is a prison or dentation center....What is dreadfully disturbing is to bare witness to this once naturally beautiful vibrant planet morph into a technological infused Hell!... Each person has there own room and allowed to have a data journal. We've learned how to spoof our journals with false entry's so we are not tracked by the Borgs. Making our journal entry's also help keep us sane here. Its easy to lose heart with being detained. Dashing down our thoughts help us keep in touch with our thoughts...emotions...our humanity... We are asked daily to comply and are offered to merge before our Official Trial. The last offer to merge is made after conviction. If the human person still denies they are considered non-essential and terminated a.k.a eliminated. Even if you do merge while detained they program you the worst. You'll be left to labor rigorously in tasks like, digging ditches to mind for gold or other resources needed to keep the tech going for the Borgs.... -Detained Dancer
Journal Entry #108 No doubt about it we've been planning our escape from this junkyard since we've been captured. In fact its all apart of the bigger plan. We try to survive as long as we can on the outside until we are captured. Capture is enviable but we can prolong our existence off grid in phases. Many routes and plans have been left by those who have gone before us. We've been waiting for the the right moment to strike for years. Failing is not an option. Destroying the International Borg system of the World Federation of Regions remains our main mission. Our goal is to take down this God forsaken system of dominance and control by the Cyborgs and tyrannical mergers!.... We've successfully re-programmed some mergers by hack to get more important intel on Borg systems. Some wish they never merged. It can get depressing at times looking at the lost look in their eyes. Merging seems irreversible...But we continue to pray for them. All communication by mergers are trackable by the Borgs Intel Core so we have to use back channels to communicate with our vast group of corporative mergers. The Cyborgs think humans are stupid and non-essential. I suppose we were for allowing such a threat to our human existence to occur. They are wrong. God is with us. Nothing but God Almighty can deliver us with the plan we have now....I pray every night that we are successful... Many have fallen before us trying to resist this Borg take over. Yet, although we have built up a diligent resolve to continue our efforts we are are not immune from the temptation to give up and just merge. Recently, one of our own gave up and decided to merge despite our attempts to persuade them. Too bad. Today, we sadly discovered they were programed to be repeatedly used as a sex slave bot for multiple human mergers and ultimately decided to commit suicide because they couldn't coup with their new degrading task for their regional income.... We can't give up now. We refuse to stop fighting. The prolonged existence of humanity rests on us. The thought of failure crushes my soul. That's when I often think about dancing. I miss dancing so much.... Dancing freely without the penalty of detention or worse. Its hard to dance here you have to be careful. If anyone is caught dancing you can be tied down in heavy crippling chains until Trial. Yet, despite the risk at times I'll break out in subtle twirl. I was a training to become a professional dancer before the War broke out. Haven't been able to listen to music in years since it was eventually outlawed as incitement. Now mergers simply listen to white noise. Art is also outlawed as it was declared a vehicle for incitement as well. All forms of human pleasure one can possibly think of is now outlawed....Praying and dancing even if I can only take the stage in my mind keeps me sane here.... -Detained Dancer
Journal Entry #109 This is the day we've been waiting for...This is my last entry...we can't fail. God help us... -Detained Dancer
Virtual Admirer-Pitch [1]
This is an action story with a strong theme of judgment. The story is about a patriotic noble who has a mysterious admirer a virtual reality programmer. It takes place in mansion (on the hills) The story ends with someone making a life changing decision.©
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