Hello friends, foes and amigos, this is my first blog(ging). My name is Jake, and I have ambitions to write... Screenplays, fiction writing, I want to be famous, be the center of attention, and play some video games, make a high score, set the bar.
I live in Little Rock, Arkansas, right at the heart of the Natural State. I'm twenty four, and a waiter for Mimi's Cafe, a trainer at that. I'm in a wonderful relationship with a wonderful girl, and I play games to pass the time.
I started to wonder how to make the perfect game... How to write, do the screen plays, filling in the stories for the awful voice acting in games. I also love stories that I get involved in WHILE playing a game. Games with gripping stories are too few and far between for my personal taste, and still, are too generic to not look to the game on the right shelf, and get sucked into the same old story.
What if I had the chance to become the writer? Put those stories that everyone says that I have the personal tools, creativity, and ambitious writing to make an aggressive, fantastical story this isn't boring, long, and just plain over emotional? I want to be the head writer someday, and then make a movie, write a television screenplay, show the other writers that not all stories have to be the same tired love stories each time, and make an envelope pushing story that cracks even the hardest shell...
I want to be discovered.
"My fingers smoothed out across the dark stained wood that is my war table, the light on the ceiling casting a darkly stylish feel against the very arms of massive destruction that laid out in front of me, with an enthusiast's love, and a pyschopath's wanting to unleash out across the world. I look over my shoulder and squint my eyes, like caught in an action movie, against the evil world, a renegade of creation and bound to set the world on fire.
I was Jake.
My fingers ran across the cold multicolored blue and black bullets that lay, passionate to rock and changed the lives of everyone they touched, my only want in life to inject them right into the bodies of whoever would jump in the pathway..
How I wanted those cameras on me, to document my work, to be called "Dangerous" and "Heroic" by my would be critics, whose life I set out to change.. The guns were loaded, and I was a maverick, ready for my date with destiny, life's ticking seconds, slowly fading away, and I knew that every word coming to mind would change the world, with every mean emotion causing my trigger to be pulled, and a bullet ripped through the hearts of loved ones who don't accept me, or understand me.
I was a rogue, running my fingers along the smooth ridges of the gun that was so easily obtained, and it made me wonder why governments don't enforce stronger laws against things like this, because I was willing to topple governments, and maybe my rage and fury climb mountain tops and shake lives, and give hope to the hearts of those who feel oppressed by hatred and the government of morals that run their hearts.
I picked up my clip and tapped the tip of the bullets on the gun, knowing it was time to chamber the bullet of the shot that would be heard around the world.
I then put my pen on the paper, and unleashed the barrage of bullets upon a waiting world, and made a mark for myself."
This blog is dedicated to my fellow friends who told me I could write, and those out there who are just as scared and excited as I am.
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