Who wants to create something with me?

I have a burning desire to create, but my motivation quickly evaporates with no one to show my work to or discuss it with.

Today I heard someone compare life to a football game. I don't even like football, but I loved the analogy. It went like this - "Life's like a football game. You hike the ball, and you just have to make something happen. You might get tackled, but you might score a touchdown."

No pressure here, as this is for fun rather than profit. We can start with a grain of sand and kick it back and forth until it's.... a sandbox, or something really sandy like one of those sand-sculptures of a turtle.

 

Maybe it should be some writing about a person or people who set out to discover who could have a life so narrow and simple that their life really is just like a game of football. Then they find someone and follow him round at his place of work. Every time something good happens at his place of work he leaps into the air and runs around as though he just scored a goal or whatever, and they analyse this guy and then decide he's a nutcase, however he has the last laugh because infact he is a footballer and thats what footballers do. They just misconstrued what a game of football is and thought it was American football but he played English football. So it is infact the analysts who are locked in the padded cell next to him
The conclusion could be : life is like a game of footballer, only if you are a footballer

 

^ lol.

 

And since it would appear that the talented footballer David Beckham and his lovely wife will be coming over to stay in LA very soon, we would greatly appreciate if you would actually KEEP them. Victoria only requires feeding once a week, a few birdseeds, and you can put her back inhe broom cupboard afterwards. David will be happy with just a coloring-in book.

 

I have another idea. How about if the story is about a footballer who is fed up and wants to go and find a real slice of life, a bit of adventure. He is totally bored with fans telling him life is like a game of football, because if that were the case he'd go nuts. He never wants to see another football as long as he lives, he just wants out of the game. His greatest hope is that people got it wrong and that really life is like a circus, because he always wanted to be a clown or a trapeze artist.Then he decides that he might equally enjoy life in a hockey stick factory learning a useful trade as a hockey stick bender. He decides to find out whether life is like a game of football or not and discovers it isnt - when during a fire in a hi-rise building, a woman throws her poodle out of the window, hoping he will catch it. Instead when the poodle is about two foot from crashing into the floor he boots it into the stairwell after having a minor mental abberation and thinking he's on the football field. needless to say the woman is not pleased but because he is famous the police let him go.
then he decides to see if life is like a circus and realises after getting his dream job in a hockey stick factory that it is but he is just a guy who is there to "muck out " the elephant dung. and not the main act.
he goes back to playing football but is a bit miffed at how real life left him on the sidelines and how hockey stick bending is not all its cracked up to be. now instead of giving autographs to fans who adore him he kicks them in the nuts as they piss him right off and he's really bitter that he couldnt be a clown or a trapeze artist in the big game of life.

 

Meanwhile, his nephew Forest realizes that life really IS like a box of chocolates when the plane he's on crashlands over a remote Pacific island, and the inhabitans, who turn out to be cannibals, are happy to devour him, like a box of chocolates.

 

There should be vampires to. Non-goth vampires. You know how in vampire/zombie movies there's always one old woman who gets vampirised, but you only ever see her for a few seconds because she's only there for shock value? Her. Include an old woman vampire.

 

Brilliant thinking Selfcontrol, and also a geezer with a chainsaw that likes nothing better than to search for teenagers camping in the woods so that he can cut down trees for them ! well in this politically correct age he cant massacre them ! Not like the good old days when he had people hanging on meat hooks. That was when he took his job at the abbatoir a bit too seriously but now he's reformed and become a lumberjack social worker. And he has friends who are transvestite ex murderers from the Iraqi community who are themselves reformed terrorists that know some ex chinese politicians that are ever so remorseful about tianemen square and they in turn know where adolf hitler lives because he escaped to china where he lived out his life as a reformed dustcart driver

 

What if you used that analogy about football in a wider spectum. Like, don't even use football. Use something not so common, and what if it was a horror type thing instead.

Here's a premmis for you.

Bodies begin turning up in strange locations. Completely dissasembled and chopped up. A finger print is found on each body but only one. The bodies are so mutilated that they have to have DNA tests profformed to find out their identity. This stor boils down to two main people. The investigating officer and the killer.
As the bodies are tested one by one for identity, the police realize that the finger prints from the second and third body are consistant with the first bodies identity after the body was discovered. So on and so forth so that the murders seem to have been commited by the preseeding murder victem. Forming a pattern that turns out to be a message to the investigator.
Realizing the pattern, the investigator finds information about the victems. It dawns on him that this is a person that he was in a squad with in a war (undesided witch one, not vietnam). The cop is faced with the recallections of what had happened in that war zone. He had ended up leaving a man after being pulled away buy others in the squad. He did'nt want to leave him and the man begged for death. At the end the killer and the cop are face to face. The killer forces the cop to kill him like he begged him to do in the war.

Think you could do some thing with that.

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By the way, like I said I don't actually like football. I was just using that quote for inspiration. Nor do I really want to write a murder thriller, but don't let that get you down, alwaysight.

I'm still open to anyone who is serious about writing something together. (you can also P.M. me)

 

Nowadays he'd stalk them in the woods and give them SARS, or happy slap them.

 

Whats sars???? ??? ?? ?

 

Isn't that avian flue? You get it by drinking Evian.

 

I started a similar thread on a different forum site, it went no where. I have no idea why. You would think four or five people would get together and lock down the thread and bust out with some kind of scean play or some thing.

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