Writing

Comic Book Scripts & Stories:

A war is waged between two continents.
Once they were one.
Their connection lost.
Religion vs. Technology.
Each blames the other.
What happens to the ones in the middle?
“The Recreant Peace” revolves around a character named Lev, who is forced to fight the war and is unsure of his army’s cause labeling him “The Recreant”

“The Recreant” Comic Book Script

Essays & Short Stories:
“Hero No More?” | “Call Me Clark” | “Being Deemed Crazy is a Blessing” | “Looking Into the Darkness at All of the Sounds” | “The Recreant” Comic Book Script

“Hero No More?”
A short essay on how modern Americans view the Man of Steel. A reflection on what Superman originally stood for and how that is overlooked in today’s society.

“Why would we need Superman in this modern world? Who needs to be “Faster than a Speeding Bullet” when we have bullet trains, and can easily catch a flight from point “A” to point “B” for a reasonable price?”
“it’s very easy to see why Superman would be unshaven, dirty, drinking from a paper bag, and homeless – we don’t need him anymore.”
once praised as a hero of America, but lost in a society in which those old ideals no longer exist.”

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“Call Me Clark”
A poem/story about a young boy who has nothing, not even hope yet motivated by a hero in a comic book to be a hero himself.

“Ten years of age on fingers was easy to count,
but empty beer cans and roaches didn’t fit so he never knew the amount.
Isolated in a one-room apartment next to others the same,
too dirty to live in, sat this boy who never knew his proper name.”
“One chilly fall day something happened in his favorite store,
while he was reading a comic book and sitting on the floor.
A loud “bang” he heard,
so up he stood.”

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“Being Deemed Crazy is a Blessing”
A short story /inner monolog showing the thought processes of the most famous psychopath - the Joker

“Sometimes being deemed crazy is a blessing. Its not being locked up in my new windowless home that bothers me, it’s the fact that no one else knows, or will ever know.”
“This cesspool many call society was going about things all wrong. Mugging, murder, rape, and other forms of violence were not meant to be prosperous, no financial gain just fun. Too many of these criminals, the so-called scum of the earth, committed crimes to survive; they saw it as a necessity. Never once did they ever stop and smell the bloodied rosaries. Never once did they feel the pleasure of juggling a pair of kidneys.”

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“Looking Into the Darkness at All of the Sounds”
What does death do to one’s perception of life? A short story told from the afterlife looking back in.

“Looking back at this morning I can see more now than I did when I participated, yet I see nothing at all.”
“I should have smelled the fear emanating from every pore on his baldhead instead the smell of money that monopolized my thoughts. I should have noticed the shimmering sweat on his brow crying out for my attention like sad tears. Then: I only heard my watch ticking away into my busy business day nodding to every word he said, reflecting now I notice that I should have heard his plea and opened my heart.”

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