Lord of the Dome: Short Film by WeMakeYourMovie
My story Lord of the Dome was voted to be made into a short film by WeMakeYourMovie.
I really like what they did with William the rat and the guy who played the Lord was great. Thank you guys so much you hard work and for everyone who voted, you're awesome.
Lord of the Dome
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Published: "New York Twist Magazine," October/November 2008.
Won: "WeMakeYourMovie Contest," March 2009.
“Little rats, all my little rats.” The Lord of the Dome inhaled the damp rotten air with an impish grin, staring down upon the sniffing masses of his devoted followers. “Yes, yes. Drip goes the water to the tune, no gloom, of my glorious realm.”
He sat down, leaned against the damp stone wall, and took his night's meal from a torn, gray duffel bag. He chewed on the empty juice box till his jaw went numb and spit the remnants aside. He didn’t like the taste anyway. Too savory. After eating a few more objects discovered earlier in the day, he rubbed his long fingers together in defense against the shallow chill of his cavernous home.
A screech, followed by the racket of heavy metal being crushed, erupted somewhere above, sending jolting vibrations into his back.
The Trees of Evermore
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Published: "The North Shoreian Magazine," The Writer's Issue, Volume 1, Issue 9, September 2008.
The forest watched Jared run. He could feel their eyes on him, even if he didn't believe it. He had grown to love these woods, and today he felt a part of them. He moved among them. Under branch, over fallen tree, around bush, and across stream, he ran, more akin to the forest than a passenger under its shadowy gaze.
He never ventured so deep before this. His heart raced. The taste of forbidden sweetened his lips. He wouldn’t be able to return before dark. He laughed at the sense of freedom.
The sky was closing. Branch intertwined with twig and trunk, becoming a barrier between him and the sky. Jared squinted as his eyes adjusted, but didn’t slow his prideful steps. Nothing would stop him. He would see the heart of the forest, of which the townspeople spoke in haunted whispers and dark corners. A forbidden place, and he would be there. His determined heart beat to the rhythm of his goal.
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