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One Page Wonder - He Who Is Like God -One Page WonderOne Page Wonder - He Who Is Like God - by KevinLeeMcDougall
He Who Is Like God
By Kevin Lee McDougall
PANEL ONE (Wide side shot): Softness, pale, self-effacing, introspective: a venerative man standing at the edge of a ridge, gazing into a deep lake.
1. CAPTION: I stand on the brink of death once more.
PANEL TWO: The lake has begun to appear as a black abyss.
PANEL THREE: Images start to form out of the abyss-like lake. First: blood dripping, a crucifix, a man atop it, tortured.
2. CAPTION: The long suffering...
PANEL FOUR: Second: a throned God engulfed in a flood of light, four winged silhouetted figures behind, two at either side.
3. CAPTION: I am one of the beasts that stand in the presence.
PANEL FIVE: Third: A sullen fallen angel sat brooding upon a mound of earth. His names are imprinted in white upon a darkness he is surrounded by: Lucifer, Satan, Devil, Ibiis.
4. CAPTION: Many will know me by my many known names and titles.
PANEL SIX: Fourth: a crow
Batman: RealisationBatman RealisationBatman: Realisation by KevinLeeMcDougall
By Kevin Lee McDougall
PANEL ONE: The darkness of night. Batman atop a skyscraper, head weighed down, overcome by the brooding thoughts of his dark and tortured psyche.
1. CAPTION: What am I doing?
2. CAPTION: People suffer... because of me.
3. CAPTION: Alfred is pained everyday in seeing what I have become.
4. CAPTION: What is his suffering for?
PANEL TWO: Mouth downturned, feral eyes, a batman lost in a world of enmity for the world he's in.
5. CAPTION: WHAT am I suffering for?!!
6. CAPTION: Gotham hasn't CHANGED!!
PANEL THREE: Bat-signal reflected in an ocean of darkness that is the pupil of the eye. Batman's eye.
7. CAPTION: I'm STILL here!
PANEL FOUR: Caped wings unbridled in descent through Gotham.
PANEL FIVE: Batman, arched over, propped up, a palm braced to the ground.
8.CAPTION: STILL fighting...
PANEL SIX: Musclebounds, ghastly face paints, a crowbar here, a baseball there, a gun somewhere in-
One Page Wonder - A World Within -One Page WonderOne Page Wonder - A World Within - by KevinLeeMcDougall
A World Within
By Kevin Lee McDougall
PANEL ONE (row one): Gunslinger's house has been invaded by a posse of outlaws intent on doing harm.
1. CAPTION: Life is an odd unbalanced thing.
PANEL TWO (row one): Xander is in class. He's been hit on the head by a crumpled up piece of paper. Many more of the like lie on the floor beneath him.
PANEL THREE (row two): Gunslinger has shot aimlessly and erratically at the outlaws.
PANEL FOUR (row two): Xander has been thrust forcefully to the ground by boys bigger and meaner than him.
2. CAPTION : For every joy, there are a million sorrows.
PANEL FIVE (row three): Gunslinger is crouched over the dead bullet-lined bodies of his wife and child.
3. GUNSLINGER: What have I done?!
4. CAPTION: Misery lies in its every corner.
PANEL SIX (row three): Xander has run off, away from the bullies, oblivious to his surroundings.
PANEL SEVEN (row four): Gunslinger's body has dropped t
The World is a PrisonIn a true prison you can't set the terms of release, because in pursuit of freedom, a prisoner would work toward them regardless if he wanted to.The World is a Prison by KevinLeeMcDougall
The MonolithThere are two possible theories as to the truth. Either the monolith is born of singular disparate goals and there is no meaning, or the monolith gave birth to seemingly singular disparate goals, and it is of meaning.The Monolith by KevinLeeMcDougall
Either there is a conspiracy, or there isn't.
Either there is simulation, or there is randomness.
Either there is the presence of the dialectic, or there isn't.
Either The Illuminati are the culprits, or no one is.
The World is an Objective DreamAn objective dream is just a dream that we are all subjected to for the purpose of one's subjective dream.The World is an Objective Dream by KevinLeeMcDougall
A World Of ObjectificationThe Matrix is an objectification machine. I object to that objectification.A World Of Objectification by KevinLeeMcDougall
New World Intellectual ManipulationThere's no such thing as spiritual snobbery. Either something is in line, or it isn't, and no one should succumb to intellectual manipulation on the basis of so called intellectual courage. Abandoning all that is purposeful, meaningful, and spiritual, for the sake of those things is sheer lunacy, and the idea that in doing so we can make all things anew is a blatant lie.New World Intellectual Manipulation by KevinLeeMcDougall
Without Love: Megas AlexandrosWithout Love: Megas Alexandros by KevinLeeMcDougall
By the people of my Kingdom I am adored as a saviour. I have fought many battles, and won many a war. With my prestige I could rule, in my riches I could drown, and in my freedom I could hide, but what does any of this matter...
The Friend That DiesThe Friend That Dies by KevinLeeMcDougall
It is time and I now must go, but I promise to you, whatever happens in the life you live: I will be there, always.
In darkness, I will be your light. In your lows, I will show you your highs. I will be as the hand that guides, and if need be once again, as the friend that dies.
This is not goodbye.
The Undying FlameThe Undying Flame by KevinLeeMcDougall
For too long have those who have bought into the vices of society been handed the keys to everything in life, and been revered by the common man for it, whilst we, the true artists and free-thinkers of this world, have been given nothing but the scorn of the empty common man.
Yet still we stand with virtue, and an undying flame in our hearts.
We have given answers, truth, knowledge, art and science of the highest order, and unconditional love, and yet we have been met with blank stares and rolling eyes; slaves unable to look out beyond the confinements they have been programmed into. Formless distorted and dark pictures, lacking the foundation of the blank canvases they never had. The people of air. No form but the form of society. No thought, but the thought of the collective. Nothing but ghosts and apes in love with trophy lives.
It is time once and for all my brothers and sisters for virtue to outdo vice. It is time for radical and revolutionary change.
"All that is required is a sp
Alone in The LightAlone in The Light by KevinLeeMcDougall
They are simple, and of a nature that takes and destroys everything.
By skin, they are my brothers and sisters, but it is they who are also my greatest enemy.
That part of me, their blood, their ways: I ripped it from myself in rage long ago.
Now, I weep as all I love is destroyed, but its death is not in vain, for within me it is reincarnated.
Each and every day I grow stronger.
It is clear to me now, that even in death, I and all I love: we cannot lose.
Amongst the crowds, I am an outcast, alone, but I will never be as lonely or as lost as they are.
Amongst them, I am not alone in the dark.
I am alone in the light.
You Cannot Kill a SupermanYou Cannot Kill a Superman by KevinLeeMcDougall
We have given everything. Every ounce of ourselves for the vision of a different world.
And now, after all our sacrifices, after all our work: they conspire against us.
They beget twisted lies, and consent to our silent death.
We know what awaits us, and we will greet it without fear, nor regret.
For unlike them, we shall never die. We will find within the spirit the strength to arise again, and again, and each time we stand, we shall stand to take launch to soar the skies.
You can kill a man, but you cannot kill a Superman.
The Friends of EvilThe Friends of Evil by KevinLeeMcDougall
The legion of evil asks you only of your submission, and because you have seen no evil, heard no evil, and felt no evil, you have submitted, and in doing so, have become a very part of the machinations of evil.
You have become a lie, and a representation of a lie, but you do not see this because truth and light are revealed only in the darkest and the most unilluminated corners of life and of the mind, and YOU are looking only in plain sight.
In order to be fixed, the mind must be first be broken, and broken away from this lie... this life.
You do not see that soul is the very reason for the existence of body, and that the very purpose of life is in giving soul to the spirit.
For you to see may be beyond your reach, but it is not beyond mine!
Black Jack - Opening ScenesINT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHTBlack Jack - Opening Scenes by KevinLeeMcDougall
It's dark. Light from an outside malfuctioning gangling street lamp reaches through the living room window casting an unstable shard of light across the apartment ceiling. Underneath this dance of shadow and light, a YOUNG MAN lies restless and half naked on a drab sofa. He lifts himself as though the weight of the world were burying into his shoulders and stretches his hand wearily across his shrouded face.
He stands up, abruptly turning to face the window. He stays there for a few moments, just gazing out, before turning back around and walking out of the room, his features obscured by darkness.
Through the window, and up in the night sky, the stars begin to move to form together. They merge to create two words surrounded by nothing but darkness:
TITLE: BLACK JACK
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The young man exits his apartment and instantly shrinks under the harsh bright light of the corridor, his posture and dark hair rendering him indistinct. He steps t
Black Jack- Hospital ScenesINT. HOSPITAL WARD - NIGHTBlack Jack- Hospital Scenes by KevinLeeMcDougall
Jack is sat up in bed, a little perplexed, staring blankly ahead.
Dwayne walks onto the ward and up to Jack's bed, a rucksack over his shoulder.
Hi, Jack. I er... I just came to bring you some stuff... and to see how you were doing.
Dwayne lays the rucksack down on Jack's hospital bed.
Now that I know you're fine, I'll get going.
Wait... Doris, h-how is she?
She er... Doris had a heart attack. She's dead, Jack!
Dwayne gives a nod to say his goodbye and leaves abruptly. Jack is left in shock... tears fall onto his face.
INT. HOSPITAL - PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT ROOM - DAY
Sat in an aesthetically cold room with two psychologists, and a table with boxed handkerchiefs, Jack stares through a window as he's questioned. It's raining outside.
And have you ever tried anything like this before, Jack?
Jack takes a quick glance at his assessors before returning his attention to the rainy window.