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scene example [12 Nov 2009|09:51pm] Noah Wisnieski was a romantic. Really, though, what would one expect from a guy who idolized Frank Sinatra and loved old Hollywood movies? The boy knew that he had the tendency to overdo it sometimes, but he didn’t think that anyone could fault him for trying to treat a woman decently. And Trinnie Larson deserved to be treated decently, especially since he hadn’t always treated her well in the past. It was sort of like that Always On My Mind song. It was one he associated with her while she was gone, but now that she was back and belonged to him? He felt the need to cheese it up at any given opportunity. So, what was a better way to spend their Saturday night in New York City? Noah wanted to have an old fashioned New York weekend with Trinnie, and the idea of going to a jazz club couldn’t have been more perfect. And he’d even managed to look halfway decent! He thought his glasses made him look more sophisticated (which was the look he was going for), and the fact that he walked out of the hotel in a skinny tie and without his Converse sneakers helped, right? But, yes, while he imagined everyone else going through their individual shitty problems in Philadelphia, they were in the best city in the world, away from everything and everyone. They could finally enjoy each other’s company without worrying of the consequences, of the opinions, or of ..anything. At least that’s how Noah felt at the moment. There wasn’t a single worry on his mind and even if he knew that it wouldn’t last for long, he knew he had the right to enjoy the peace. This was one of those nights that he wanted them to be able to remember; even if their story wouldn’t pan out the way he hoped it would. Yes, as corny as it sounded, they could always have their night in New York. After asking Trinnie to dance (and hoping he wasn’t horrible) Noah led her to the floor and promptly took her hands in his. “I’ve never known anybody else like you, you know that?” Giving her a wry smile, he raised their hands a bit higher, once again noticing the contrast in the smoothness of her skin and the roughness of his. “And, no, I’m not gonna propose. Wouldn’t that be awful? Could give you a Ring Pop. A strawberry one?” post comment

scene example [12 Nov 2009|09:51pm] Eyes opened slowly. He hadn’t succeeded. When one decides to do what he did, their plan isn’t to survive. Their plan is to escape, to leave the world, to find peace. He hadn’t found peace. One might feel shame when they wake up, a sense of embarrassment when they realize that their efforts didn’t pay off. He didn’t want to wake up in a hospital bed. He didn’t plan to wake up at all. While he sat in his bedroom the previous night, Noah Wisnieski was ready to say goodbye to everything that he knew. He was ready to be done with everyone he knew and was content with the fact that he hadn't had the chance to make his mark on the world yet. He was content with never seeing his friends again, his family, the girl he'd only just professed his feelings to. And it was selfish. It was one of the most selfish acts that a person can do, and it wasn't the fact that there was nothing left to live for. There was a hell of a lot for Noah to live for. But dealing with his problems? He didn't even know where to begin - and honestly, he didn't know how to begin. The medication he'd been on for nearly seven years helped him to control his nerves and the accompanied therapy felt nice for the rest of the day following the session, but it wasn't enough. He was still lost. He was lost and no one, no matter how hard they tried, could pull him out of this. And perhaps he felt as if no one really tried. It wasn't the truth - a few friends had been there for him through it all, but in bad situations, it's often easy for a person to concentrate on the wrongs rather than the rights. And that's the kind of person Noah was. He chose to focus on the bad things rather than the good things (when it came to himself, of course. Other people? Only the good.) Perhaps that was his downfall - he let people run over him. He let his father abuse him, he never told his friends how he felt, and truth be told? He let Noah abuse Noah. He was his own worst enemy, as most people suffering from depression are. The first thing that he would always remember seeing was white. White walls. It was bright; a lot brighter than he would have liked. It took him several seconds to move his body, a hand raised to his cheek, pressing against his cold skin. And then he knew it. Forcing himself to swallow even if he felt there was a giant lump in his throat, he didn't look over to his right, to the chair. He only looked up as he began to feel the tears fill his eyes. In full realization, he could only get louder by the second. There was nothing to do but cry. post comment

narrative example [12 Nov 2009|09:50pm] Humans deal with things in different ways. Some rely on substances to make it through the day while others may choose to use clever defense mechanisms. Some might prefer to seek out family and friends, while all another might need is the comfort of a warm body. As vastly different as these are, and as dangerous as a few could possibly be, they provide help in dealing with the problem – or allowing the individual a temporary escape. And perhaps that’s where the problem lies with Noah Wisnieski – the boy never found a proper way to cope. For years, it was easy for him to remain distant from other people because by being alone, he didn’t have to deal with problems that often arise in relationships of any kind. Concerned friends wouldn’t have to question the amount of school days he missed, and he would never have to worry about them wondering why they were never allowed to meet his father. Instead of finding comfort in music as most young people do, it only served as another thing the boy could critique himself on. Was he ever going to be good enough to escape? He imagined being on a stage in front of thousands of people, void of all fears and inhibitions. Looking to the future was always a nice way to escape the present, but one can only do this for so long before they become hopeless – especially when they’re told that these things aren’t possible for people like him. It’s unfortunate when another human being has the power to take away hope for another, but that’s exactly what his father did to him. One might believe that what he went through caused him to grow up too quickly while another could easily believe that he hadn’t grown up at all. One thing was for certain, however. Hiding the effects of abuse was something Noah learned to be very good at. Hiding his feelings in general had become a niche. And at the end of the day, the only thing the boy wanted was some semblance of a family. Had his life been some sort of cookie-cutter, made for TV movie, a teacher might have noticed the abuse he endured and taken away his father’s parental rights, but we all know that real life is never comparable to what we see on a television screen. They say that children are taught how to view the world at a very young age, and unfortunately, for a child dealing with the physical and emotional effects of abuse, their view is going to be a negative one. Noah Wisnieski didn’t learn how to tie his shoes or ride a bicycle by his father – no, the boy learned how to conceal his feelings and put up walls. That was until he found his first love in the form of a blond who taught him how to trust other people. She was so full of life, so outgoing; and he wanted nothing more than to spend his every waking moment around her. He became too close, extremely clingy, and was back to square one as soon as she decided to start a new life in California – a new life without him. The next three years were a blur for the boy. He didn’t go out too often because he feared getting close again, only to love and lose. He repeated the saying every time he began to felt lonely because wasn’t not loving at all and never feeling the pain better than the alternative? Many people go through darker times in their lives, and this was certainly his. He was able to make one friend, Sander Homfray, but he never allowed himself to get close enough to the man to form any sort of a real connection. And perhaps the next scene in his life could have a little something to do with fate, or maybe his life really was like a movie. He often pretended that it was, if only to make himself feel better about any hardships he was faced with. He reached out to a girl named Arielle Matthews, a girl who would – in time, have a profound effect on the way that he saw the world. Things were rocky in the beginning, but this could be considered normal for a boy who chose to push the people who cared about him away rather than to let them in and risk it all. With time (and after a few dozen fights and long conversations) the two were able to form a friendship; a real friendship. The girl somehow managed to get inside and force him to reach out to other people, to try to get to know people, and to stop living in the past. As time went on, Noah found that by talking to different people, he was able to find things out about himself that he didn’t ever know before. The thoughts in the back of his mind that he dared to never tell a soul weren’t feelings that he needed to be ashamed of. The next scene took place in an art gallery, the single place that would turn the boy’s entire world upside down; in good ways and in bad ways. It took three years for him to fall in love again, and he never would have expected to find that companionship in a single father. The two became extremely close, sharing something that not many people ever have the chance to experience. Within only a few short weeks, all inhibitions were gone. He let himself fall, and fall hard – and he was sure of a future with the man. But in time, things began to change. After sinking back into his depression and feeling he would never be quite ready to step in and become a second father to the little girl, Noah regretfully ended things with the man he thought he’d spend his life with and knew by doing this that he’d probably never get to see the girl he’d become so attached to ever again. But, perhaps that was the climax. Or was he not there yet? Did something like that need to happen for everything to fall back into place? In a movie, there is often that moment where something horrible has to happen to make the character change; to make them sit back and figure out how to start over, to make things right. This didn’t happen for Noah. He found a sudden comfort in a boy named Carter, someone he shared common interests with. One might think that his second experience with love would have taught him to be more careful the third time, but he let himself get too close too quickly. Inevitably, things fell apart, and it was back to square one for the third time in his life. But, all the while, something was happening that no one knew about. Late night phone and Internet conversations weren’t the best way to form a friendship, but it was what happened to Noah and Trinnie. He never thought that he would be able to relate to someone so easily about the things he went through on a day to day basis, but his talks with the girl were something that he found himself looking forward to. But it wasn’t always easy to be her friend. She had her demons just as he did, and the two seemed to be fighting with one another half of the time they were speaking. She pushed his buttons and had the ability to make him question everything. And as it sometimes happens in the movies, the two fell in love. It wasn’t something that he told anyone about; he didn’t even tell her when she made advances toward him. He knew that she wasn’t well, and if he were to take advantage of that, he knew that he would regret it. So, he kept his feelings inside and tried to be happy with what he had. The leading lady had left to find herself (once again; this was turning into a reoccurring theme) and Noah was back at square one. But, the movie wasn’t over simply because he was alone again. In many ways, he wasn’t alone – he had his friends. He’d chosen a cast of very diverse people to portray the ones he loved most, and there were many times when he felt as if these people truly were his family. Learning how to trust had been an extremely difficult task, but he managed to find that hope and trust in a wide variety of people. But, things weren’t always perfect. Ask any person you meet and they’ll be quick to tell you that no friendship is perfect. Personalities and opinions often clash, feelings can be kept inside and when the truth finally comes out? Feelings can be hurt. Secrets can be told, lies can be spread, and people can think before speaking. Things can get rather ugly, and that hope and trust that was once there has the ability to become doubt and fear. It didn’t just take one argument to make the boy begin to question everything. Many things contributed to his current state of mind; the second dark time in his life. Was this the climactic scene in the movie? As he pressed his head to the pillow, his eyes tightly shut; he began to replay in his mind everything that happened. Every single scene from beginning to end. Eight years of abuse. Loving and losing. The good and those bad moments that came with allowing himself to experience what it felt like to be and have a friend. The fact that a dear friend had cancer and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. The fact that she came back. The fear of repeating the love and loss. The falling out. The hopelessness returning. The anger and the guilt. For a boy who was always in his head, it was too much. It was simply too much to deal with. The only resolution was one that was certainly a way to escape. It wasn't a temporary escape, but a permanent one. He was back to that same place he had been at three years ago. Because he had a key, he managed to let himself into the house without disturbing his father, who was asleep on the couch. It was predictable to Noah, his head shaking as soon as he caught sight of his father's position. Quiet steps were taken into the bathroom, the door closing as soon as he stepped foot inside. He didn't want to wake the man because he knew that as soon as he did - there would be an argument. There was always an argument. He was here for one reason and for one reason only. After opening the cabinet and taking out the bottle, he tucked it into his jacket pocket before opening the door. The man was still asleep. Everything was going according to plan. As he made his way over to the couch and looked over his father, he couldn't help but to wonder if he was dreaming about anything. He wondered if he, too, had dreams about what happened between the two of them; dreams about the pain he inflicted upon his son. Bending his knees, a hand raised to the man's hair as a kiss was placed to his forehead. There was no letter; there wasn't anything left to say. Unexpectedly, there was a feeling of serenity passing through his body as he drove back to his apartment. He was no longer afraid to do what he spent the day planning to do because in his mind, he was making the right decision. After several minutes of pacing back and forth between the kitchen and where he expected to be found, he finally gripped the bottles with his hands and walked into his bedroom. And in time, the world slowed around him, the scene in slow motion. Thoughts disappeared. Serenity gone. There was nothing but quiet. He began to feel every muscle in his body relax, his eyelids growing heavy as the darkness embraced him. Finally, he was lost in his own world of nirvana. post comment

aim examples - private storyline. [08 Mar 2008|04:59pm] scene one Cheerful laughter could be heard all around, and Laurie wouldn't have had it any other way. She had always vowed never to become one of those mothers; the type of mothers who sits on the bench and watches her children play, and she would certainly never be the type of mother who hired a nanny to take her daughter to the park. Even though Claire wasn't part of her plan, she promised herself on the day that she was born that nothing else would ever come before her daughter. Work wouldn't, men wouldn't, and even she wouldn't. After being invited to visit Newport by a man she'd been seeing for about five months, it took her about a week to decide whether she and Claire would accept his offer. Meeting a man's family? That was usually a big step; a step that she wasn't sure if she was ready to take. After being assured that she would enjoy herself and that his family would adore her, though, she decided to accompany him. Immediately, she found herself taking a liking to the small town. It was certainly different than the normal hustle and bustle of the city. Naturally, Claire requested that they find somewhere to play as soon as they arrived. Figuring that Chris would want to catch up with his family for a bit, she and Claire ended up at the park. "Claire, come here! You can go on the swings in a bit. You should probably eat something. I packed a Lunchable." Oh, Lunchables. Even though they were salty and full of fat, they were a godsend to someone like Laurie. She wasn't exactly a domestic goddess. Quickly, she made her way over to her tote bag and began to search through it, a loud sigh escaping her lips, "Are you kidding me? Claire, your mother is a loon." "Yeah, everything's fine, thanks," she said without looking over, her tone one of apathy. "You know what this means, Claire." After the little girl shook her head, Laurie reached out and placed her hands on her shoulders, "We're just going to have to pay a special visit to your best friend, Ronald McDonald." It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to the man, but once you live in a place like Manhattan for a while, you begin to get cautious. She did, anyway. "No, Mommy. I don't want McDonalds again," Claire said, walking over to the bench and taking a seat. Laurie watched as her daughter crossed her arms against her chest and couldn't help but to laugh quietly, even though she felt like the worst mother in the world for a moment. Didn't kids love McDonalds? It wasn't until she took a seat beside her daughter that she took the opportunity to glance over at the man sitting on the bench next to hers. "Which one is yours?" Once he answered her question, she thought of what her best friend in New York might say. Rebecca was always far too cynical about everyone and everything around her. Never trust people; she told Laurie. Still, Laurie found herself being a bit too careless with the people that she met. Everyone had at least some good in them, didn't they? If Rebecca was here, she probably would have told the man that he should get his fresh air somewhere else and stop watching the kids, but Laurie didn't think that was the case. It was a nice day outside, and one would be crazy to spend their free time inside. There was something about his laugh, though. It was endearing, memorable. Crossing a leg over the other, she turned to face him. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? The park that we usually go to is too crowded for her to ever get a turn on the swings." "Oh, I'm not from around here," she said, answering his question. Parting her lips to speak, she watched his movements, her eyes glancing to his hands. It was always the first thing she looked at, but not just in a man. There was something about a person's hands, they way they looked. They had a way of showing what kind of a life the person lived. It was fun to think of a stranger's life. The idea that they could be completely different than the way she imagined fascinated her. She pictured the man as a married doctor, even though he wasn't wearing a ring. Perhaps he took if off in the morning and forgot to put it back on. Softly, she laughed at herself. Sometimes she could feel quite silly. "It's loud, but it's quiet. It's really lovely around here." Upon feeling a hand on her arm, she turned her attention from him to her daughter. "I'm bored, Mommy. Can we leave?" She sometimes swore that if she recieved a penny for every time Claire said that she was bored, she would have more money than the world's richest man. "Are you sure, Claire? You can go play on the swings, if you want to." scene two It had certainly turned out to be an interesting trip so far. It wasn't the first time that Laurie had met a boyfriend's parents, but it was the first time that she actually felt comfortable around them. On the way there, she asked herself the same questions that any woman in her place would have. Would they think that she was good enough for their son? Would they think that she was a bad person for raising a daughter alone? Deep down, she knew that she wasn't a bad person for being a single mother. In fact, some might even think that it showed strength. But, she still couldn't help but to feel like things might have been a bit easier if she had a man to help her. Her friends would have shuddered at the thought of needing a man, but they didn't experience what she did. They didn't have a daughter that asked about her father every night before she went to bed. They didn't have strangers at school asking why the girl's father never showed up for anything. So, maybe that's why she took a chance with Chris. Their relationship was far from perfect, as most relationships are, but it was nice to feel like someone was there - even if they really weren't. On this particular day, Laurie woke up and helped herself to the muffins that were neatly placed in a tiny basket on the counter. Back at home, she was used to the same breakfast every morning. After a while, coffee and cereal got old. Having something prepared when she woke up felt nice. It felt like she was a little girl again. Things quickly went back to normal, though, as soon as Claire woke up. She didn't like muffins. In fact, she didn't like anything that the family had in their kitchen. Deciding that a grocery store wouldn't be too difficult to find, Laurie changed out of her pajamas and left to find the nearest store. Although Laurie wasn't a health food nut, she did try to get her daughter to include at least some fruits and vegetables in her diet. Claire naturally opted for cookies and fried food, as most children her age do. Usually, Laurie made a list the night before she went to the market, but she decided not to today. No, her time in Newport would be spent a bit differently. Chris had already hidden her planner from her so that she couldn't keep to her schedule. It was something they playfully joked about ever since the time that he found his name penciled in. Yes, the woman had even scheduled when to spend quality time with him. Unfortunately, their quality time had been less than amazing. It was something that she chose to keep to herself, though. There were just some things that you didn't even tell your friends. And, especially not your lover. Talk about a fast way to end the relationship. Without any of that on her mind right now, Laurie entered the store and took a basket from the front of the store. Quickly, she began to search through the aisles, tossing a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a few other things inside before deciding to head over to the produce section. Perhaps she could persuade Claire to eat an apple, an orange, a banana; anything that didn't consist of salt and fat. "Hm," she said as she reached out and picked up an apple, inspecting it. Needless to say, it wasn't very often that Laurie ran into a stranger twice where she lived. When you're living in a place like Manhattan, you're lucky if you ever see a stranger again. So, naturally, the man holding the apple caught her by surprise. She would have been lying if she said that she hadn't thought about him. There was just something genuine about the way he carried himself, something different. She remembered the endearing way he laughed, the way he smelled nice without using too much cologne, and she even remembered that she liked his hands. Why was she paying so much attention to a stranger? Lost in her own thoughts, she shook her head. "Oh," she said, looking back to the fruit on display. "I was trying to steer my daughter away from the chocolate and French fries. Sadly, I think that's the only thing that she'll eat." A quiet laugh escaped her lips as she looked back to him, "Ethan, right?" post comment

noah mccarthy - john krasinski - mafias. [08 Mar 2008|04:05pm] What is your favorite quote and how does it inspire you? Winston Churchill once said, "The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty." It's a simple quote, but that doesn't change its meaning for me. I've always been cynical. The glass has always been half empty. It's what happens when you're not always dealt a good hand. But, I'm working on it. That's all that you can do, right? Name three books in your lifetime that you've read. I'm a nut for classic novels. I've tried reading science fiction, but it bores the hell out of me. Three books that I've read, though? Crime and Punishment has to be my favorite novel. Two more that I've read just for the sake of reading would be A Separate Peace and Robinson Crusoe. I thought I was grown up when: Doesn't every teenage boy think that he's grown up when he gets behind the wheel of a car? I'm thinking that would be the most popular answer. Perhaps the first time that a boy kisses a girl could make the list, too. I'm definitely going to go with the first time I drove a car by myself as my answer, though. I remember being sixteen years old and terrified. I didn't want to let my father know that, though. He would think I wasn't ready, and I couldn't let that happen. It was the first time that I could go anywhere I wanted to. What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen? I'm sure that most men might answer this question with something about their first love, first car, or the first time they saw Pamela Anderson's poster above their friend's bed. In my opinion, for something to be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, it has to be the first time you've seen it. Something about it is just different. Things you see everyday lose their beauty. For me, it was the first time that I saw my wife holding our daughter, Grace. Now, I know, I'm a sap. But everyone is right when they say that you can't describe that feeling. You can't even form words. What is your idea of success? It all comes down to this: it's not how much you have, but what you have. When you die, no one is going to remember you for the amount of money you had while you were living. Do we remember Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King Jr by the amount of money they had? No, we don't. We remember how they made their mark on the world. What you did, who you left behind, and the kind of person that you were while you were living determines how successful you were. But, that's just my two cents. I'm sure that a billionaire might beg to differ. Have you ever been in love? Can you describe love or what you think it is? You'll have to excuse me for being a sap again. But, yeah, I have been in love. Even though I've had several relationships in my twenty nine years, I can honestly say that only one really meant something. For six years, you could say that I was the happiest man alive. I knew instantly that I was going to ask Katharine to marry me, even if it took us two years to actually make it happen. Maybe it was because she was the kind of woman who could fall flat on her face and laugh about it afterwards. She was the kind of woman that you could never grow tired of; she was classic. It's been two years since Grace lost her mother and I lost my wife in the accident, and it's a battle everyday. It's going to continue to be. But, she's shown and given me more than I can even begin to fathom. I don't know about you, but I think it's pretty safe to say that's love. What act in your past are you ashamed of? I'm not a perfect person. I've done some things in my past that I'm not proud of. In fact, I'm too ashamed of them to even say what they are. But, everyone has skeletons in their closet. If everyone did things accordingly and no one ever made a damn mistake, well, I don't even want to think about how the world would be. It's a pretty scary thought. When you were a little kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? Let me just say that I never thought I would end up being a lawyer when I grew up. Just like almost every other little boy, I wanted to be millions of things. I wanted to be an astronaut, a doctor, a baseball player (which definitely didn't work out because I'm the least athletic person that I know.) I honestly thought I would end up being a doctor, though. Things just change. Things happen, you take a different path. A good time for me is always: When you're a single father, your social life is nonexistent. When you're a single father AND a lawyer, you're shit out of luck. So, while I'd love to brag and say that a good time for me is going out and causing trouble every night of the week while managing to bed as many women as possible, I'm going to have to be honest. My time is usually spent with Grace and you know, I've grown used to putting up with the crying fits and the new obsession every week. Just when I was getting used to sitting through Hannah Montanna reruns, she decides that she prefers some other teen star. I guess things like that just have to become a good time. Is there somebody that you would never want to trade places with? I won't go saying names, but there are a few people that I wouldn't want to trade places with. My vague answer is that I wouldn't want to trade places with a selfish person. I wouldn't want to be someone who doesn't care for their family. They're the most important people to me and I can't imagine it any other way. I probably wouldn't want to switch places with someone who hasn't loved, doesn't take chances, and wears a dress either. While women can be phenomenal, I think I'm content with being a man. post comment

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