Thursday, 5 June 2014

Short Story - El Pulpo

   El Pulpo    
written by: Xavier Chacon and Mark Taylor 

It was a hot quiet night, much warmer than usual. Agnes's family was sitting in their small wooden shack that looked as if it would collapse any second, they sat eating but the father looked worried, no one said a word. Suddenly her father got up, went outside and closed the door without saying a word as if he sensed something. Moments later there was a loud noise like someone had fired a gun, shorty after the noise everything fell dead silent as if the world had stopped. All though it felt like hours had gone by only a few seconds had passed.Agnes and her mother looked at one another and then they heard faint foot steps and turned towards the door. Her heartbeat started racing faster and faster as the footsteps progressively got louder and then "CRASH" the front door explodes into pieces and a tall mysterious stranger appears standing in the door way. The stranger wore a orange poncho that covered his upper body, along with torn tattered jeans and old combat boots. Covering his face was a brown cowboy hat and a red bandana that fluttered back and forth with the wind. In a blink of an eye he whipped out his revolvers, it happened so fast it seemed like he had been holding six guns and with pin point accuracy he started firing. before Agnes knew what had happened, her mother and father had been slain and the mysterious stranger was gone. 

--Twenty Years Later-- 

"We have to get rid of those Mexicans in order to rule the west" shouted lawman Paul. " How do you suppose we do that? there are way to many of em" Eastwood replied. Just then Agnes butts in " We can trick em, we'll say we are giving them something and then gun em down. That'll be sure to rid of a lot of them". Suddenly a deputy of Agnes rushes in " Madame! Law officer Wayne has just been shot down!". " What do you mean he has been shot down? Who killed him?!" Agnes screamed. " I aint sure who but the killer seems to only be targeting us lawmen". " Eastwood, Paul, go and hire some guns.. we need to protect ourselves" She yelled. Once they leave she talks with a few other officers "Now we need to secure a fort, I aint dying to no lousy outlaw" Agnes said angrily. 
 Lawman Eastwood and Lawman Paul leave to search for some of the fastest guns in the west just as commanded. Lawman Eastwood walks into a saloon trying to fulfill his duty. Eastwood sits down and starts looking around the saloon. Across the room he notices a man drinking  some whiskey wearing a orange poncho and red bandana over his face. As he continued to watch a large drunk man spills his drink on the poncho wearing cowboy. The Poncho wearing mans eyes squint as he straightens up his back and in an instant he blasts the man to pieces so fast it looked as if the drunk had been torn apart by wild beasts. Eastwood was stunned, at that moment he knew this was the man to hire. Eastwood got up and walked over to the mysterious man. "You gotta help us out, we'll pay you well." pleaded Eastwood. The mysterious man stares blankly at him. " I'm a law officer so pay would be well" exclaimed Eastwood. The mans eyes widened and he shook his head nodding yes. A few Hours later Eastwood and the poncho wearing man arrive at the fort containing all the lawmen and all the hired guns lawman Paul had gathered. Then suddenly a loud gunshot is heard and Eastwood Drops to the ground. The mysterious poncho stranger steps over Eastwoods body and enters the fort. Everyone inside was stunned and realized that this was the man who was killing the lawmen. Agnes then comes out from a building she waiting in and she recognizes that this is the man who had killed her family when she was young. "Don’t just stand there, shoot him dead!!" Agnes roared. Everyone in the fort reached down for their guns, focused on the poncho wearing man. Surrounded and out numbered, the poncho wearing man flew his poncho off into the air revealing his body.. the strange man was an Octopus! He was a lanky terrifying creature who wields six guns using six of his tentacles. Everyone in the fort was shocked and terrified, and in mere seconds the octopus started  gunning down everyone, his arms flailing in all directions, men falling dead left and right of him.  After he had stopped firing it looked as if a tornado had just blown through the fortress as everything was in rubble and bodies laid motionless everywhere. Agnes was the only survivor being hit in the arm but still able to wield her weapon. She shouts " You're a Monster and now this time I will kill you for what you've..." but midway through her sentence the octopus had shot a single bullet in her brain, It was over. The west was no longer trying to be ruled by corrupt lawmen, the Mexicans were now safe. The Octopus put his poncho back on, dusted off and walked off into the setting sun forever being honored by the Mexicans as "El Pulpo". 

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Field Trip -stalking conversations

1. We went to the second floor front windows and sat near 2 people talking, we listened for over a good minute and it was between a guy and a girl. It felt a little weird writing down someone's conversation.

In this case we didn't really get anything good out of it expect for the fact and teenager make no sense when they talk.

If I was creating a comedy i could use the way they talked because it was all nonsense.

Character and personality can be revealed through conversation by the way they talk, the things they talk about.

When more than two people are in a conversation it ends up getting really tangled and very confusing because so many people are talking at once it's hard to keep up.

6. Again for the people we eavesdropped on they talked so unorganized and random that I learned that teenagers talk about really random things with no flow, also they had phones so they probably weren't even listening very well.

A big difference between written conversations and spoken convos is that with a writen one it will generally be very fluent and on topic as were with spoken real life convos they usually are all over the place since we have so many distractions.

Friday, 25 April 2014

Six Word Memoir - Too deep

This one i don't really have an explanation for, it looks like your average, generic tumblr post that would have a cheesy "deep" quote. With john staring out the window into the sky and how I gave it that more dramatic feel by making it black and white i felt like " Please insert deep tumblr quote here" seemed way to fitting for a photo like this.

Photo Cred : Xavier Chacon

Six Word Memoir - Life

                                                                                                         photo cred : Xavier Chacon

The car you see here was my moms 1 month old new car.. and as you can see it doesn't look in good shape. The damage doesn't look to bad from the outside but it actually messed up the engine so bad that the car had to be written off, now you see our car and wonder well how did the other vehicle look.. and the answer is completely fine aside from a few dents. what luck. So this crash came about because on a straight road a smart women decided to pull a U-Turn right in front of us while we were going 50. why? no idea she didn't speak English. Worst part of it all is that the amount we were given from the write off didn't cover all that we owed so now my mom is still making payments for a car we no longer have.... sometimes life can be really unfair.

Six Word Memoirs - Happy

                                                                                                 Photo Cred : Cheyenne Vermette

" Some things just make you happy " I used this caption because its true, somethings just can make you so happy and for me this is true with music. I love music so much i cant not listen to it ( im listening to it as i write this ). And i used this picture because as you can see i look quite excited for the new Chris Brown Album and i was. Chris Brown is my favorite Artist and has been since 2006 and his music makes me happy. So i feel like this picture and the caption fit well together.

Six Word Memoir - The easy days

                                                                                                                                                       Photo Cred : Ricardo Chacon

 This is a photo of me the on the left, my brother the one on  the right, and my sister who is in the middle on Halloween years and years ago, ( hard to believe i was that short once right ). Back when we were so innocent and didn't have a worry in the world, now i have to worry about school and graduation, My brother now has two children and my sister now has 2 as well. We went from dressing up as our favorite characters from a TV show to go get free candy, to the hardships of life and growing up. I wish it could have stayed easy but i guess hardships are just a part of growing up right?