As promised, here is a short excerpt from one of the short stories that I'm considering putting in my book. It wasn't originally part of the plan, but I wrote it a week or so ago for a contest online and it does fit the "could be a movie" thread of the book, which is really what connects all of the stories. They are related mostly through the fact that they are written by me, but also because I'd like to see each of them be put to the screen some day. Most of the stories deal with isolation and danger and "Banker's Hours" has the added coolness of a powerful monster who I will introduce to you in the excerpt. It will ruin one surprise of the overall story, but not a big one, so read at your own peril.
FROM: "BANKER'S HOURS"
FROM: "BANKER'S HOURS"
by Jason L. Liquori
(c) Jan 29, 2012
“Open the vault!” Tony insisted.
“I can’t,” Brad said. “I need my keycard!”
“Well where is it?” Jack screamed.
Brad pointed to floor near his writhing son. The keycard was lying in a puddle of foamy drool. Jack grunted and charged to grab the precious card. As he crouched down Taylor looked up at him and roared. His eyes were bright yellow and hair was bursting forth from his neck and arms.
“What the Hell is wrong with this kid?” Jack shouted as he reached for the card.
Before there was an answer Taylor swung his arm and sent Jack flying across the room. The large man crashed through some grey cubicle walls and sunk unconscious behind a desk.
“It’s too late!” Brad shouted as he pulled a jail cell-like door closed between the alcove and the lobby.
“What the Hell are you doing?!” Tony said, pointing both barrels of the shotgun at the terrified banker.
“Can’t you see what he is? It’s too late to get him into the vault! I just hope the bank can hold him.”
Ron and Tony watched in terror as Taylor stood straight and tall. His now naked body quivered as his legs and arms extended and his neck stretched and contorted. Long claws burst from his hands and feet and fur grew on his body at an incredible rate. The boy’s face elongated and blood poured from his mouth as his teeth tumbled from his gums, pushed out by long, sharp fangs. In moments a tremendous Wolf, standing like a man, was looming in the center of the dark lobby where Taylor once stood. The creature was so large that his head nearly touched the low ceilings of the bank.
Ron let out a weak gasp as he sunk behind the counter and hoped that the creature would forget that he was there.
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Sorry about the lack of formatting. Some of it was lost from ".doc" file to here.
I think this particular story would be great for a mid-range budget film crew. It keeps locations to a minimum, is easy to flesh out a bit and relies on a small cast and one monster to get the job done. You'll be able to read this particular story in its entirety online. I'll post the link in the comments when it goes "live".
“I can’t,” Brad said. “I need my keycard!”
“Well where is it?” Jack screamed.
Brad pointed to floor near his writhing son. The keycard was lying in a puddle of foamy drool. Jack grunted and charged to grab the precious card. As he crouched down Taylor looked up at him and roared. His eyes were bright yellow and hair was bursting forth from his neck and arms.
“What the Hell is wrong with this kid?” Jack shouted as he reached for the card.
Before there was an answer Taylor swung his arm and sent Jack flying across the room. The large man crashed through some grey cubicle walls and sunk unconscious behind a desk.
“It’s too late!” Brad shouted as he pulled a jail cell-like door closed between the alcove and the lobby.
“What the Hell are you doing?!” Tony said, pointing both barrels of the shotgun at the terrified banker.
“Can’t you see what he is? It’s too late to get him into the vault! I just hope the bank can hold him.”
Ron and Tony watched in terror as Taylor stood straight and tall. His now naked body quivered as his legs and arms extended and his neck stretched and contorted. Long claws burst from his hands and feet and fur grew on his body at an incredible rate. The boy’s face elongated and blood poured from his mouth as his teeth tumbled from his gums, pushed out by long, sharp fangs. In moments a tremendous Wolf, standing like a man, was looming in the center of the dark lobby where Taylor once stood. The creature was so large that his head nearly touched the low ceilings of the bank.
Ron let out a weak gasp as he sunk behind the counter and hoped that the creature would forget that he was there.
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Sorry about the lack of formatting. Some of it was lost from ".doc" file to here.
I think this particular story would be great for a mid-range budget film crew. It keeps locations to a minimum, is easy to flesh out a bit and relies on a small cast and one monster to get the job done. You'll be able to read this particular story in its entirety online. I'll post the link in the comments when it goes "live".
You can now read the entire story, and other fun werewolf stuff from other writers, at the Carnage Conservatory.
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