Posts Tagged ‘comedy’

Star and Scribe, Chapter 13

“This car has OnStar,” Edmund complained, breaking the long silence since the four had leaped from a dumpster, dashed to the parking lot, and stolen the first car they saw with four new tires and a decent steering system. He leaned forward and pointed at the dash of the car they had stolen from the [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Twelve

“Picture is up!” the Assistant Director called out. “Quiet.” A nervous hush fell over the set. The Assistant Director’s eyes slowly panned across the room. Everyone stared back like frightened deer. The boom operator’s arms tensed and he swallowed in fear, willing the microphone not to pick up any unwanted sound. The Third Assistant Director [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Eleven

“Eddie.” The sound had no effect, as if it were the distant sound of caterers setting up lunch. It had no meaning. “Eddie.” A vague flicker of familiarity tugged at Edmund’s mind, but not enough to help him connect the sound he was hearing to the idea that it was his name. “Eddie. Wake up, [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Ten

“At what point do I get to find out what we are doing?” Edmund asked. They were sitting in the least conspicuous vehicle they owned— a silver BMW 328i— parked in front of a drab apartment building in Atwater Village. Jane shushed him. She refocused the binoculars she was holding and strained to look through [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Nine

“I have a proposal for you,” Jane called out in her particularly sultry tone. Edmund looked up from his armchair to see her enter his study for the second time that night. Her swollen, bruised, and torn arm was neatly bandaged and stowed in a sling to prevent the stitches holding her skin together from [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Eight

The limousine pulled toward the Kodak Theatre. Edmund sighed and looked up from the game he was playing on his PSP. Jane was staring out the window. Her face was stone cold, but her fingers kept tapping against one another and fidgeting with the lace on her gown. Ozzy sat across from them, his eyes [...]

Star and Scribe, Chapter Seven

Barb was waiting for Ozzy in the kitchen. The bodyguard was dressed in his best black suit, although he had swapped the black t-shirt he usually wore underneath his coat for a neatly pressed black shirt and a black silk tie. He was carrying a shoebox full of hundreds of tiny microphones, each one identical [...]