Scene Characters Novels & Stories

I screamed while tears are streaming down my face. “Now, they can not take you away from me,” Tiara smirked at me and caressed my cheeks where she slapped me earlier. “You will not get hurt if you just follow me,” she said and started the engine. But as soon as we moved, another bumped into us. The impact was so hard. I am not wearing my seat belts so my head bumped into the dashboard.

Jasper's voice sounded from the laptop on the bed and it dragged Scott's attention. “ Um..I'll be right back guys, give me some minutes ” Scott said and closed the laptop as he got out of the bed and stood face to face with Jojo who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway where she stood. “ Are...are you alright Jojo ” Scott said but the girl didn't reply and still stared at him in the eyes. The scene was like that in a horror movie where a ghost was standing at the end of a hallway staring at you while the light keeps turning off and coming back on.

It climbed up onto the coach’s roof. “Ok, how am I going to do this?” Scott thought to himself as he stood on a moving roof with a holy claymore and an audience of children, and felt his options narrow to one workable set. He staggered back toward the front of the coach as it drove down the highway, dodging cars and traffic as the Scorcher demon climbed up and stood above Scott, dwarfing him in shadow. He crouched down so he could hear the driver and looked toward the driver’s side of the bus while kneeling as he was praying.

A smack to the head always comes back to whoever says no in front of our girls cousins. I think the only gentlemen here are Leon, leander, Chaz, Archer, and Alexis. The others are gentlemen in a flirty way or whatever. Minutes pass, I’m completely drunk. But not dead drunk like Suzanne. I can still walk straight. Suzanne came back from dead, a bit sober up now. A smirk that I didn’t want flashed from her lips. My cousins screamed and laughed as Suzanne pulled me onto the dancefloor. I was dizzy but I shook her. But she’s persistent. This bitch!

I can't believe I passed. Then the water scene. I saw myself walking to the water and the crowd seemed to hold its breath behind me. It was almost like a horror movie as I walked into the clearing, covered in mud and my arms still bleeding from the nails of the monster. They weren't allowed to kill then, but hurting was alright. It needed to seem real, obviously. I sat down beside a tree and looked around. The hour I was waiting was sped up. "Drink me." The screen whispered.

Now, she was Ingrid. Everyone's eyes were focused on her. Hudson breathed softly and waved to the crowd. "First take of the 13th scene of Twin Flowers, the battle of encirclement. Action!" As the camera drew near, Eliza's face, which was stained with blood, was magnified on the camera. Her makeup was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The story served Huo Yan's vision of it, which was specific and demanding and, I was learning, worth serving. My first real scene was a solo. No dialogue. The traitor in a crowd, surveilling a target without being seen. All movement and expression, the particular stillness of someone who has learned to be invisible in plain sight. The scene asked for presence that looked like absence — someone so calibrated to the environment that they became part of it. I understood that feeling very specifically. Mara had designed the set for maximum difficulty: a functional bar interior, actual extras moving through actual space, the camera handheld and following rather than fixed. Nothing was controlled