Mikie Writes Scenes


Hey readers, been really busy with a lot of work, coupled with bigger deadlines, but I have been writing and if you think I’ve been holding out on you guys, you’re right. I’ll post some good stuff either later today or in the week, but for now, I’ll give an excerpt from MEEGF:


We open to a black panel with buzzing news clips:

“-eports of a flying woman who-”
“-a beeline through military bases-”
(Soldier) she just punched a hole through the tank! Just like that”
“-attacks started just two weeks ago-”
(cop) we kept shooting. She walked like the bullets like they were nothing!”

We finally see Victor again, sitting on a couch. He’s worse for wear, eyes glazed over, as the the tv blares more news of his lost “love”

“-so far unable to track her movement-”
(Farmer) she just took off! Straight into the sky and gone before iknew anything!”

“we’re coming to you live now with breaking news of this apparent ‘super woman’ who has been terrorizing the nation for the better part of the month.”
“We’re here at —– air force base, where the super woman has just attacked. Our sources tell us that it was here that a young soldier with a camera was murdered, but not before capturing amateur footage of his attacker. We warn you, this is disturbing”

We then see badly shot video of Delilah attacking the base through Soldier’s POV. She then sees the Soldier holding the camera and flies toward him. He starts to run.

“Oh God! She’s coming!”
“Where are you going! I’m ready for my close-up! ”

She flies and carries him up into the air.
“P-p-put me down! Who are you!?”
“hello world! My name’s Delilah, but all who stand against me can call me death! Good luck, soldier”
“With what?”
“Your landing, silly!”

She then lets him go and you see her fade into the distance he falls away and the camera cuts off.

“My God…there you have it. This super woman calls herself Delilah.”

Pan back to Victor, still glazed over.

“May God have mercy on us all”

There’s a knock at the door…

Well that’s it for now guys! Let me know what you all think and once again, thanks for reading.

~Your Friendly Neighborhood Mikie

Mikie Writes Rants

Catching Up With Me

Ok, deep breath. You can do this, Mikie…SHOWTIME!

Alright, folks, this is my first blog on lj. A long-time myspace blogger, I’ve finally abandoned all hope of returning to that medium for blogging purposes. To be fair, it’s not that I’ve stopped blogging, or even wanting to, I just stopped wanting to log in to myspace. Whatever, it happens, right?

So we should recap, right? My last two blogs were from March 2009 and, before that, August 2008. They were merely rants and told you nothing of my recent life. Obviously, a lot has changed for me. When last we spoke, I was writing a movie. Now, I’m writing a comic book. I’d say graphic novel, but…nah. I’m pretty happy with how it’s coming out so far. It’s titled “My Evil Ex Girlfriend” (MEEGF for short) and is probably the darkest, most twisted shit I’ve ever written, but also some of the funniest. I hope everyone likes it. Moving on in the recap train, I started dating a girl summer ’08 and broke up with her fall ’09. Lots of stories there, but they’re all old news now. The things you should take away from that are that it was important, set a new record for me, and I’m slightly different because of it.

Moving further along, I discovered twitter, and it’s possibly the biggest obstacle to blogging. I essentually was a cathartic writer. I’d spend all my time typing away at a computer desk, ranting about my troubles or writing a new chapter to some awesome story, until I didn’t care about my problems anymore. Twitter ruined that by giving me little 140-character bursts of relief. That being said, I’m still on Twitter, but am making moves to try to have a more active blogging lifestyle again. I have way too much going on and definitely need something to write down.

Most of you know this, but Circuit City closed. Ran completely out of business. This means I could no longer work there. and no longer had employment. I had essentially had a little money saved, and didn’t need to immediately go on unemployment. I made ends meet initially by doing something I completely despised and may never forgive myself for. I wrote college papers for money. Some of you may laugh and think it’s not that serious, and I’ll make plenty of jokes about it, but that was the furthest thing from what I wanted to do. It was just where the money was in a market that wasn’t hiring.

I’ll beat myself up over that later, but moving on, I eventually started an internship at Bonton, for what I thought was management training. It essentially was, but at the end, they basically tried to hire me as a part-tine lackey. Not for me. After the 10 weeks of the internship, it was late into summer and I received a call from Shane, my old supervisor at Circuit. Apparently there was a job opening. Full-time and on commission? Sign my ass up!

So now, I work at Micro Center, I write and draw comics, I still read as much as ever (more, now that I rediscovered my love-affair with comics), and I’m rejoining the blogging world. Is that about it? I’d say so, except…there’s ts girl…but I’ll save that for later.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Mikie

Mikie Writes Scott Deathridge

Fireball In The Sky

Little bit of writing I did as storyline intro practice to keep me on my toes. I might go somewhere with this, but ultimately, idk. Too new to tell. Let me know whatcha think peeps

“Open your eyes.”

The sound comes out of nothingness in a brilliant burst and is instantly gone again.

“Open your eyes!”

There it was again. Louder now, almost violent, but it doesn’t hurt so much as it tears away at the black fabrics of the void around you while the universe constantly trembles. There are other sounds, too. Are those sirens?

“Scott, open your damn eyes!”

There! Your eyes fly open and you sit up with a gasp to see the vibrantly beautiful woman standing above you. She looks scared and a little worse for wear, but seeing you awake brings a sigh of relief. Providing an orange aura-like light behind her, you see the roaring flames threatening to tear apart your ship.

Your ship!

You remember now and spring into action. You’re aboard the Flippletwik, an intergalactic cruiser, and you’re its captain, but who knows for how long. That trembling you were feeling wasn’t just trembling, but violent turbulence that reminds you how you were knocked out: you’re crashing.

“Not on my watch!” You shout, only now realizing how cheesy it sounded and that you just yelled in defiance of yourself. Who are you? You’re Scott Deathridge, and this will not be the last thing you do.

Mikie Writes Scenes


Now, loyal readers (At this point, I think that’s only Arturo) I have a treat. It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so I’m gonna post another short scene from my script. I’m now about 20 or so pages into it. Not incredibly far, but I’ve got some great scenes (at least I think so). I’ll try to post more often, but this is probably one of the last times you’ll see something directly from the script. Enjoy.

(ER waiting room.)
Doctor: Erica, Dennis?
Dennis: Yes, doctor?
Dr: We’ve run our initial tests, and he doesn’t seem to have sustained too many injuries. However we’ve found something we think you should know
Dennis: Found something?
Erica: Oh no, he’s not a woman is he? I swear to god, if I have to hear about one more chick with a dick-
Dennis: SHUT UP! what’s wrong with him doctor?
Dr: Well, dennis, I’m afraid that when we ran blood tests, we found that he has AIDs
Erica: Dude….
Dennis: He-what? I-
Dr: Now listen, he’s gonna need you to be strong for him. We’re going to tell him in a few minutes and we want you to be there.
Dennis: He’s so young…I…I can’t believe something like this could happen to (begins to sob)
Eddy: Haaaaaah! I told you that pussy would cry first!
Dr: Son of a-
Dennis: Wha-? I?
Eddy: Well that’s that doc, thanks for playin. Here’s a hunsky. Take it, you’ve earned it
Dr: I still can’t believe it
Eddy: Eh-eh-eh. Doc, my change?
Dr: Here’s your quarter
Eddy: Pleasure doin business with ya
(doctor leaves)
Erica: Dude, you have AIDS?
Eddy: Pffft!
Dennis: Huh?
Eddy: I just paid the doc to come out here and say that
Dennis: So you’re not gonna die?
Eddy: Fuck-tard, you listenin here? it was a lie
Dennis: Wait, you paid the doctor $99.75 to tell us you had AIDS?
Eddy: No, I paid the good doctor $100 to come out here and tell you I had AIDS and BET him 25cents your bitch-ass would cry first. What a pidgeon.
Erica: That’s hilarious! I fuckin love you.
Dennis: You have no soul
Eddy: Had to make room for the comedy somewhere
Dennis: Are you even hurt at all?
Eddy: Nope, I actually stole these crutches from a one-legged kid on the way over. Speakin of which, he’s finally hoppin over and he looks pissed. Let’s roll.
Dennis: You know you’re going to hell, right?
Eddy: Ya know, I only have to hear that three more times before gettin a free t-shirt

Mikie Writes Scenes


Another scene. This one involves Dennis and Eddy discussing their status as fanboys, Spiderman killing Mary Jane, “pullin the plug,” and Erica’s promiscurity.
(walkin out of diner, down the street)
Dennis: You gotta be shittin me
Eddy: Stop me when I lie
Dennis: There’s no possible way you could be right.
Eddy: Dude, you keep tryin to contend you’re straight, but if you wanna have
this conversation on the street, not only are you about as straight as a 3
dollar bill, but you’re furthering the belief that you’re the only gay virgin in
Dennis: Fuck off, you walk around with that smug look, but you know you’re an
even bigger fanboy than me.
Eddy: Pfft!
Dennis: Oh no? Then say that Superman is the alter ego Clark Kent created to
stop crime.
Eddy: Blasphemy! Everyone knows that Clark Kent is the alter ego created by
Superman to project his true thoughts of humanity as weak, cowardly, &
pathetic individuals.
Dennis: Hah!
Eddy: Well, maybe you’re right about that, but that doesn’t make me a liar
Dennis: Yeah it does, cause there’s no way it’d destroy her.
Eddy: C’mon man, you ever see a patient go through Kemo?
Dennis: What’s that gotta do with Mary Jane?
Eddy: Well, when a patient is subjected to all that radiation, it’s starts to have
negative side effects on their body. Now we all know Mary Jane and
Parker have been married for years, and considering the looks she always
gives him, they’ve gotta be fuckin like rabbits.
Dennis: O…k
Eddy: Hear me out, Parker got his powers through a radioavtive spider bite,
right? You figure it altered his DNA, and what’s more, you have to
assume that in order for him to have kept his powers so long the radiation
had to stay in his system
Dennis: Sounds about right
Eddy: Now, you figure a married couple, especially one with a pregnency scare
like the Parkers, had to stop wearin raincoats a while ago. Every time
they get down, he’s givin her a hefty dose of radiation.
Dennis: Still can’t buy it
Eddy: Think about it, even if they get down only once a week, he’s injectin her
with radioactive spider splooge 52 times a year. Are you gonna tell me
that’s doin nothin to her?
Dennis: Well…
Eddy: Quit bein a pussy and admit, Parker loves Mary Jane, but of all the
people tryin to kill her, he’s the one that’s gonna succeed.
Dennis: Dude, what the fuck goes on in your head to make you come up with all
this shit?
Eddy: I’d like to let you glimpse into the mad world that is my cerebelum, but
I’m afraid the content will give your fragile mind such a shock you’ll fall
into a deep state of psychosis, then I’d have to kill you, Old Yeller style.
Dennis: That’s cold man
Eddy: What else do you do with a friend who’s lost his mind? You expect me to
babysit you while you smear fecal matter on the walls of your confinement
Erica: Hey guys, what’s up?
Dennis: Nothing, ‘cept lil Travis here is gonns kill me
Erica: What?
Eddy: Now c’mon, I didn’t say it like that
Erica: Why are you trying to kill him
Dennis: ‘Cause I smeared shit on the walls
Erica: Smeared shit on the wa-?
Eddy: Dude, do you really have a problem with this shit?
Dennis: Not if you actually wanna be a douchebag for the rest of your life
Eddy: Grow up, I’d expect you to do the same for me, not like this wuss over
Erica: Hey!
Dennis: Really? In that case, it’s kool…fuckin bitches never wanna pull the plug
Erica: You can’t call me a bitch!
Eddy: I think he just did.
Erica: God-damn fucks are always the same!
Dennis: What’s got her panties up in a bunch?
Eddy: My guess is she just broke up with “stupid”
Erica: I thought he was special
Eddy: Bullshit, Ere
Dennis: Gotta admit, I’ve seen-
Erica: Shut up! You don’t know
Eddy: C’mon! How many dates?
Erica: A lady doesn’t tell
Dennis: You’re no lady
Erica: :-O
Eddy: Dennis…Erica?
Erica: Four
Eddy: …
Erica: ok three
Eddy: Uh-huh
Erica: (sigh) fine…second date
Dennis: Dude, you are a slut!
Erica: Son of a-
Eddy: Denny, we had a talk about this, you need to learn how to NOT blurt
things out.
Erica: Why the fuck do you even bring this fuck-tard around without a leash?
Eddy: Now play fair, Ere, I could just as easily ask you why you don’t have a
muzzle on your oyster ditch to stop it from tryin to swallow every nether-
rod in a 5 mile radius
Erica: Oh, like you’re one to talk. I may be a whore, but at least I’m gettin
satisfied. Don’t pretend I didn’t hear about your 5 second power show
with Betty
Eddy: Oh, that’s where you wanna take it?
Erica: Express Shipping. Bring your A-game, bitch!
Dennis: When are you two just going to admit you love eachother?
Both: WHAT!?
(Eddy, Erica look incredulously at Dennis. Walk away)