Friday, August 29, 2008

Brooklyn Streets

By Epiphany

traffic jams
people dart in and out
beyond jaywalking
cars screech to a halt

everyone’s in a hurry
places they gotta be
the crosswalks are full
before the walk sign goes green

running red lights
running on empty
it is the wrong attitude
but everyone does it
something bad may happen
begging for years of servitude

road rage is there
the burdens drivers carry
the heaviest of cargo
just waiting to explode

the melting pot
that’s Brooklyn
diverse and complicated
pollution’s haze
life striving in nature,
people in a maze

submerged in the sea of city life
not a neighbor who cares
good citizens are ruined
soon after moving here

we love, can’t leave it
addiction with cheaper seats
Ahhh, the city life
Brooklyn, that what it be

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

NYC Midnight Creative Writing 2008 Competition 1st Round Challenge

Ambrosia entered the NYC Midnight Creative Writing 2008 Competition. This is her first round entry into the challenge. The genre: Suspense/Location must: Movie Theatre/Object to include: Headphones...check out her story:


6_Good Cop

“Where is the money?!” Agent Lawson yells impatiently after an hour of interrogating Tony “The Brains” Capainello in one of the sound booths in the Marlowe movie theater on 16th Ave. and 9th street. Tony, a former career criminal with the Viscelli crime family, sits across the cold steal table, hands shaking, fingers tapping against it, repetitively, somewhat uncontrollably as he advances in MS. Shaken down by the Feds after a 2 year investigation, Tony makes a plea bargain to save himself from dying in prison. He hands them over a list of names stretching from the limo driver to the big boss himself, Vito “Gold Knuckles” Viscelli. And now, the money is the only physical evidence needed to keep them locked up.

“I-It’s in da- da- movie theater.” Tony says, looking like a child caught red handed, pleading for forgiveness.

“I know. You’ve been saying this for the last hour. That’s why we’re here. My men have combed through this place. Combed! Do you hear me!” Lawson uncharacteristically breaks through his calm, “good cop” demeanor. He takes a sip of water from his glass.

“I’m sorry Mr. Capainello, but if you’re sending us on a wild goose chase...the deal is off.”

“N-no-no goose ch-ch-chase.” Tony says, fingers knocking the table harder. “I-I loved g-g-going to th-the theater to see Red October.”

“Yes, Mr. Capainello. You liked Red October. We have established that.”

Det. Lawson looks behind Capainello to the tinted window of the booth where Agent Timbrook listens in with his headphones.

“I can’t deal with this.” Lawson says to him, raising and dropping his arms in defeat.
Just then, Timbrook gets a call from another agent.

“We need backup! Get Lawson and get back up, now!!!”

Timbrook closes the phone as coolly as he opened it. As if he never received the message, he adjusts his headphones and continues to listen in on the interrogation.
Viscelli and his men, whose lives hang on the discovery of the money, rush into the movie theater, guns smoking, picking off the Feds one by one.

“Where is back up?!” One agent inquires right before he’s shot in the back of the head. Viscelli and his men completely over power them and rush into the theater through all entrances like an army of ants.
One of them takes out his cell phone.

“Where’s da money?!” He yells to the person on the other line.

Agent Timbrook responds calmly. “Just give me one more minute.”

“I-I-I loved th-th-that movie. H-Hunt for R-Red October. Red October.

Agent Lawson, neck tie opened, wiping sweat beads off his forehead, leans over to Capainello.

“Why do you keep talking about that movie?” He asks, noticing Capainello’s hand ticks become more vigorous with every second. He feels a bit uneasy when he realizes Capainello is staring straight through his eyes as if to tell him something. Capainello desperately moves his eyes down to his shaking hands and Agent Lawson does the same. Everything is silent in the room as his hands continue to knock against the table in a continuous sequence. The tapping sounds seem to echo against everything, the white walls, the steel furniture, Agent Lawson’s mind. Everything slowed down and then stopped when Lawson realized, ‘It’s Morse Code.’ He says to himself.
Lawson releases two of his shirt buttons and stares intently at Capainello’s hands while he tries to figure out the code in his mind.

‘D-o- n- o- t – D-r-i-n-k – W-a-t-e-r.’

“Do not drink water!” He says triumphantly. “Don’t drink the water?”
Agent Lawson, feeling faintish picks up the glass he drank water from and drops it as his limbs weaken. As it crashes to the floor sending glass shards everywhere, Agent Lawson crashes to the floor as well, head bouncing against the cold tiles.
Timbrook takes off his headphones and enters the room with slow, confident steps and his gun cocked.

“Hello Mr. Capainello. Enough of the good cop routine.” Timbrook points his gun with silencer dead in Capainello’s mouth.

“You don’t need to speak since you’re so good with Morse Code. Now, where‘s the money?”
Capainello starts nervously tapping a code on the table. He tries to swallow a ball of saliva which has welled up in his throat but he can’t, since Timbrook is pushing the gun further in his mouth. It seems to bring him pleasure having Capainello in this position.

“Hurry up old man!”
Capainello continues rapping the code.

“B-e-h-i-n-d-u. Behind you?” Timbrook spins his head around where his eyes meet up with the shaft of Agent Lawson’s 9mm. In a split second his brains are blown out all over Capainello’s face and half the sound room.

“Sorry about that.” Lawson says to Capainello breathing hard, stumbling.
Capainello immediately pushes the steel table away and lifts up two squares of tiles out of the floor.


“What are you doing?” Lawson asks feebly.

Like a teenaged football player, Capainello lifts two black knap sacks out of the ground. He places one on his back and the other on Lawson’s back.

“What the…” Lawson can’t believe his eyes as he watches Capainello buckle the bag across his chest with ease, then lift the gun with silencer away from Timbrook’s lifeless shell. He helps Lawson up and throwing his arm around his back, he assists him through the door and down a red carpeted hallway. Two of Viscelli’s men by the stairwell exit raise their guns at them, but Capainello shoots them with perfect precision.
Down the stairwell they limp, three flights to the street below. Capainello drags Det. Lawson two blocks away and drops him on the corner of 16th Ave. and 7th. He pulls the detective’s cell phone out, dials 911 and places it back in his hand. Lawson helplessly watches Capainello walk away, upright and strong. He turns around for a moment and says,
“I love good cops.”

As he says this, the movie theater blows up in the distance with the entire Viscelli mob.

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NYC Midnight Creative Writing 2008 Competition 1st Round Challenge

Epiphany entered the NYC Midnight Creative Writing 2008 Competition. This is her first round entry into the challenge. The genre: Drama/Location must: Bowling Alley/Object to include: Stapler...check out her story:

5_The Trophy

The whole town was there rooting for the underdogs. Suddenly the blaring country music was lowered and the crowd stood still. The owner of Lone Star Lanes, Ed Murphy, was drunk and taunting the other team as he did every year. His team “The Murphies” always won against the Skinners and he had already picked out a spot in the office for his new trophy. In this small town folks looked forward to bowling on Tuesday nights, so this was serious business.

The winning bowl fell to Ed’s trophy wife Gina-Rae. She rolled a 7-10 split or bedposts and ran up to Ed in dismay.

“Oh no, Eddie look!” she exclaimed unable to hide her nervousness.

Ed leaned over and whispered in her ear. She smiled and as she walked away, he smacked her ass and winked. Everyone was hoping that she threw a gutter ball, then maybe the Skinners would win this year; That and the fact that they had a new guy on the team named Robert. He had only been here for six months but was a damn good bowler.

Gina-Rae stood there with the ball under her chin concentrating hard. She was mighty pretty but not the brightest gal around. The only reason she was on the team was because she wore the shortest cut off jeans in town and Ed hoped it would distract the other players. Her arm swing was actually good and the ball rolled straight for the 10 pin. Gina-Rae stood at the foul line waiting, praying her ball would make it to the end and hit the pins,

‘cause Eddie would be a bear if it didn’t,” she thought.

The intense crash of ball and pin came so quick that no one noticed how easily both of them fell. She picked up the spare. The Murphies won again and the crowd sighed as another year passes without a different winner. Ed stood there screaming with his arms up in the air.

“That’s my girl...come here honey!” He cried grabbing his wife and sloppily kissing her then smacking her butt again.

“Hey everybody, drinks are on me.”

Looking at her again he says, “Good girl darlin’ ”.

“Stop it, Eddie, I’m no dog and you’re drunk.”
She pulled away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and headed for the restrooms.

Someone turned the music back up and the party started. In all the excitement, no one noticed the janitor climbing out from the pin area at the end of the lane. No one except Robert.

'So that’s how he wins every year, damn cheater.' He thought.

Ed Murphy in all his glory headed to bar to gloat and serve drinks. He wasn’t actually spending any money since he owned the place but losing or not, the leaguers decided to take him up on his offer of free drinks. Its about the only thing that made losing worth it - free beer. Robert grabbed an ice cold bottle from the bar and settled back to watch the scene.

'These people are so clueless.' He thought. 'I cannot wait for his gig to be up so I could get out of this hell of a Hicksville.'

Just then Gina-Rae walked from the restrooms to the adjacent office. Robert followed. She was about the only good thing in this town and he was happy to have her confidence. She didn’t feel him sneak up on her until he kissed her neck. She jumped.

“Oh Bobby, not now, Eddie’s in the next room, and you know how he gets.”

“I know, but he’s busy celebrating his great cheaters victory.” He whispers in her ear and runs the cold beer bottle edge up and down her arm.
Gina-Rae breaks away.

“Don’t forgot you promised to take me out of here when you leave. I’m sick of this place.”

“I didn’t forget.” He says reassuringly.

“Anyway, it won’t be that much longer, I promise, okay."

He lifted her chin and their eyes met. He was slowly moving her against the desk and reaching into her shirt when she noticed someone approaching, she pushed him away and motioned for him to hide. Robert maneuvered himself behind the door just as Ed busted in.

“What are you doing in here and who were you talkin’ to?” He said accusingly.

“Eddie please. You're drunk and hallucinating. There ain’t no one here to talk to.” She retorts.

Ed goes over to the window and looks out. He likes to admire his truck every chance he gets, another shiny trophy. Gina-Rae picks up the beer that was sitting at the edge of the desk and takes a sip.

“You know I don’t like anyone in my office. This is where I keep my prized possessions.” He says turning from the window and pointing at the trophies. “Besides you should be at my side celebrating your win.” Looking down at the desk and running her finger over the back of the stapler, Gina-Rae tries to get rid of him.

“Eddie you know damn well that I didn’t make that pin fall down, better hope no one figures out the game is rigged.” She sounded bitter.

Ed grabs her jaws with one hand and gets so close she could smell his foul breath.

“Don’t cross me Gina-Rae. I always get what I want no matter what, and I want you at my side.” He grabs her arm and moves her to the door, “Now let’s go celebrate!”

"Ow you’re hurting me, let go Eddie!” She starts sobbing and yanks her arm violently from his grip.

“Look pull yourself together and I wanna see ya smilin’, you hear! See ya in a minute.” Ed storms out of the room and slams the door.

Gina breathes a sigh of relief.

“You had better go.” She says to Bobby "and use the window”. She fluffs out her hair, fixes her clothes and walks back into the bowling alley.


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Saturday, August 2, 2008

FILM...HONEY


"THE MUMMY-TOMB OF THE DRAGON EMPEROR

Ambrosia's Take 5

The third installment to “The Mummy” franchise was not disappointing when it came to action and adventure. The screenplay succeeded in reinventing the series, thus making it fresh and entertaining by having it take place in China instead of Egypt (although I personally enjoy the Egyptian setting better). In this film, Brendan Fraser who plays, Rick O’Connell and new comer Maria Bello, who plays his wife, Evie, all of the sudden have a college aged son. The last time I checked, he was 10 years old. Although 7 years have passed since the last movie, I think audiences were looking more for a continuation to the fun. I'm a firm believer in, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it.' And something was missing besides Rachel Weisz who, in the first two movies, played the whimsically knowledgeable Evie much more brilliantly.

Sitting through this installment felt like being stuck in a relationship with someone I steadily fell out of love with. I miss the good old days of 1999 and 2001 when Part I and Part II erupted on the big screen. Don't get me wrong, there were some high points, but somehow, I knew everything that was going to happen long before it happened and when that happens, the franchise needs to be laid to rest, mummified and entombed with no hope of a resurrection.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Honey to my Ears!





Monika Gaba, the sexy siren based in Miami and LA is quickly gaining a following. This beautiful Indian model/actress has a Dido-esque sound with unexpected sultry tones. The lyrics are the poetry that is life creating tracks that are impressively unexpected. Records labels should be jumping at the opportunity to sign this songstress as she is bound to conquer America and the rest of the World one heart at a time.

Epiphany says check out www.myspace.com/monikagabamusic