1 sentence summary

Bon Jovi- Its my life

Teenage boy

One sentence summary: Teenage boy faces many obstacles around town to get to girlfriend at live underground concert.

For the birds

Group of small birds on a wire

One sentence summary: A group of unfriendly little birds refuse to accept a larger individual who looks nothing like them, resulting in a feather ruffled situation.

Pixars knick knack

A lonely snowman in a glass

One sentence summary: A snowman tries to get to his friends who are on the other side of the glass, using many unorthodox methods along the way.

Flamingo- Fantasia

A yoyo-obsessed flamingo

One sentence summary: A group of flamingos have their figure dancing routine interrupted by a yoyo obsessed individual who refuses to conform to the norms, insisting on adding a yoyo twist to the routine.

Dino Fart

3 Creatures, a T-res, a little dinosaur and a pig

One sentence summary: 3 animals decide to have a farting competition after the t-rex lets loose a big one, ending with an unexpected result.

Name: Darren Lee Jin Wei

Student Number: F10DM0392

Course: Design and Media, Animation

Class: 2B

Exercise 2

Title of Work: Do i really have to do this...alrighttt.....BOO

Blog Address/Link:http://rambles-of-the-mind.blogspot.com/

Deadline: Week 5, story 3

1 sentence summary: With the number of misconceptions rising when it comes to ghost, one spirit decides to appear on a talk show to clear things up.

"And on tonight's show, we have a very special guest with us today, he is white, anorexic, no hes not a wannabe rockstar on drugs and booze, please put your hands together to welcome, a world exclusive, ghost on the show"

With a rousing applause, the camera panned to the set, however, all that greeted the audience was the host himself and an empty chair.

"Stop pulling our leg Larry, where is he?"

"Is this another PR stunt to help ratings?"

"Nope, he's right there, just give me a minute"

Producing a bottle of talcum powder, the host proceeded to dump it over the chair.

"Wahhh Wahh what's going on, why the hell am i white, can't a spirit rest in peace, even for a while?????"

"Sorry spectre, the guest couldn't see you and they were getting impatient, had to improvise."

"One i can become tangible at will and two, we ghost do have names you know and mine is Bob."

"Well than Bob, let's get to the important part, you're here to debunk some myths "

"Yes i am"

"Well let's get to it than, viewers want to know why is it that old spooky castles and seemingly derelict houses, is it a trend among spirits? And why do u guys like scaring people?"

"We do the haunting as it's our job, unfortunately, my boss literally works me to death. And no, it's not that we choose the latter, i would love a crib down in Hollywood as much as the next guy but the thing is that stuff just isn't cheap."

"You have to pay too?"

"Nothing in this worlds free I'll tell u Larry, even in death, tragically"

"Secondly, viewers want to know why is it whenever you and your fellow apparitions always appear in front of people missing limbs, or being semi-decayed, the usual b-list horror stuff"

"With the rise of all the horror movies, it would seem quite absurd if I popped up going boo in a singlet and bunny slippers wouldn't it, not terribly scary if I must say."

"Most certainly Bob, it would lack the edge and moving down the list, viewers are asking when u died, did you see a white light?"

"No but i did see a blue Prius"

"How has the afterlife been so far Bob? How different is it from the real world?"

"Larry I hate to spoil it for you but it's pretty much the same shit different life, the only good bit is our politicians don't give us taxes that make you pay through your nose"

"Hold that point, you mean you guys have taxes too?"

"Even in death you can't escape taxes Larry, even in death"

"Oh dear, well moving on, viewers asked why is it you guys always speak in a deep spooky haunting voice and you know the usual doors closing, stuff floating around moniker"

"Larry, we have a manual and there are rules to follow, i don't make them up, i just obey what's written there. We are also issued voice boxes which tune our voice to sound like a spooky old spectre so we don't become plagued with sore throats."

"Well something to think about for us living folk, before we let you off to do your business of spooking, on last question, How has if you pardon the figurative saying, life been for you so far? "

"I'm not allowed to say it's that bad, I do get to visit the family every now and then, almost giving the wife a heart attack, the kids don't seem as terrified though so, yeah, i guess it's pretty decent"

"Thanks for the time Bob, you sure livened up our understanding of spirits, "

Name: Darren Lee Jin Wei

Student Number: F10DM0392

Course: Design and Media, Animation

Class: 2B

Exercise 2

Title of Work: Trading with a demon is always dirty work

Blog Address/Link:http://rambles-of-the-mind.blogspot.com/

Deadline: Week 4, story 2

1 sentence summary: Continuing from where the previous story left off, Axotik seeks out an informant who holds information he desires. However, demons always have an agenda, and Lasirus is no different...

It's not easy being inconspicuous when your sidekick is a two hundred and fifty foot god in the shape of a lizard, but then again, stealth is not really an important aspect when you have no intention of surprising anyone.

Axotik and Hanzaki Okami were prowling the air fields of Thomas-view airport, or rather what was left of it. When he was a kid, Axotik would come here with his dad to watch the planes take off and land and occasionally get a free ride from one of the friendlier pilots who knew them as regulars. Now however, it lay in ruin, resembling more of an aircraft graveyard. Mangled pieces of fuselage lay strewn across the runway in the same way a murderer would haphazardly dispose of the bodies of his victims.

A blood-curdling scream rang through the night, originating from an enormous bat like creature which slammed down in front of the duo. Its huge claws dug into the concrete with every step, removing shovel sized chunks. A huge club at the tipped off its tailed whipped off the side of the derelict hangers produced a ear shattering gong which shook one to their very soul. The creature proceeded to fold its wings and crouch in front of the duo. Appearances might have caused one to conclude that the state which the airport had been left in was caused by this particular beast, but that would be far from the truth.

"Lasirus, it has been a while has it not?" addressed Axotik to the beast.

"Rider of the amphibia, what brings you to my...humble dwellings"

"You see a great deal above the clouds lasirus, i want information as usual"

"And the payment would be...."

Axotik threw forth a small canister which wailed out a banshee like scream. It rolled and settled in front of lasirus claw with a "thunk".

"Chymera souls, much obliged rider, it is as always a pleasure doing business with you...."

The conversation however was cut short by a battle cry from behind a storage facility. A brooding Chymera wielding a battle axe cleaved right through the structure and came forth.

"Lasirus you traitor, you have allied with the humans"

"I never did say i was an ally to the chymera in the first place now did I"

"You will pay with your life for this betrayal" Letting lose a roar, the chymera charged forth brandishing his weapon in a rather ogre like fashion, making no attempt to evade any incoming blows.

"Remove this fool from my sight and i will give you thrice the amount you bargained for rider" growled Lasirus as she took to the air.

"You make it seem like I really have a choice." Leaping onto his lizard mount, Axotik removed a nodachi, a type of japanese katana made for rending large foes in twain. Before the orc could get within fifty feet of the duo, his torso was separated from his legs. He was dead before he hit the floor with a huge crash, axe flying off into the brush.

"You are most certainly swift in finishing the job rider" mentioned the gargantuan bat as she landed in clear sight now that danger had passed "Your form on the other hand most certainly intrigues"

Axotik had no doubt taken on a rather unique form. Though technically still human looking, he had sprouted a tail and a pair of green bioluminescence horns hovered above his head. An enigmatic tattoo had also colied itself around both his arms, proceeding up his back to his neck.

"You set this up didn't you Lasirus, had someone who wanted you removed so u got me to intervene for a price"

"No doubt an easy task for you, the way i look at it i stand more to lose in this deal rider"

"....As u see fit demon..." mumbled Axotik wearily, dealing with demons meant you always had to be ready for the unexpected even when the deal seemed clean.

"And now...to uphold my end of the bargain...I'm certain that which i am about to tell you...will no doubt...be of great...interest.....listen carefully rider, i am not in the habit of repeating myself unless necessary"

"Proceed, i am all ears"

Name: Darren Lee Jin Wei

Student Number: F10DM0392

Course: Design and Media, Animation

Class: 2B

Exercise 2

Title of Work: There were two and than there was none

Blog Address/Link:http://rambles-of-the-mind.blogspot.com/

Deadline: Week 3, story 1

1 sentence summary: The story of a boy who is a vessel to a deity and is seeking to uncover the secret as to why is this happening which will shake the foundations of humanity and the beliefs held by the masses.

The air was cold and damp as he stepped out into the night. The cold breeze felt like a sharp knife pressed against his face.

"Thank god they invented hoods and long sleeve shirts" the boy thought to himself as he unrolled his sleeves and threw his hood over his head.

Walking along the streets at this time of the night was not as safe as it used to be. The pristine world that you and I know of now had changed little in his time, but under the surface great changes were taking place. Tonight, the boy would face this threat.

The silence of the night was pierced by the scream of sheer terror coming from a back alley. This would prove futile, as apart from the occasional cat, the streets were bare, as if mankind had vanished. Taking a corner, the sight which greeted him was far from ordinary to people like you and me.

Two hoodlums were hunched over a young lady but when they turned around, the face was nothing like a human. The face was warped and twisted in such a horrid way that the facial features were no longer able to be made out individually. The jaw, extended to slightly comical proportions was lined with rows of teeth meaning business. The arms were lumps of flesh with bone protruding to form crude fingers.

This, in all its glory, was a Chymera Multitude, a literal walking nightmare.

"I would advise you to stop whatever it was you where thinking of doing and disappear forever, if that is not to difficult a request for the two of you"

"And just who do you think you are punk and how exactly do u intend to stop us" came a mocking reply from the larger of the two behemoths.

"I go by many names, but the one which most address me by is Axotik, vessel to the great Hanzaki Okami-sama, and I am. your. worst. nightmare."

As if on cue, the shadows around the boy begun to take shape, forming above him into the shape of a huge lizard-esque creature. It materialized and stood between the gap which formed above the alley, staring down at them, with six luminescent orange eyes, eight legs, and a tail with a Venus fly-trap like extension at its end, was the deity Hanzaki Okami sama, and he was not the least bit happy.

Another set of screams pierced the calm of the night, followed by a roar which terrified all within the range of the alley. But the screams came from the pair of assaulters and the last thing they saw was forty sets of revolving teeth closing in upon them and then darkness.

"Miss, the streets are very dangerous, take this with you and try not to stay out too late" handing the lady an amulet, watching her pace into the night in a hurry, axotik jumped onto the back of his guardian.

"The nights still young, its hunting time."

Sentence pitch: The summarization of a story in one line. This is very important and aids the movie/story to sell.

Logline: A log line or logline is a brief summary of a television program or film, often providing both a synopsis of the program's plot, and an emotional "hook" to stimulate interest.

Synopsis: A synopsis is a brief summary of the major points of a written work, either as prose or as a table; an abridgment or condensation of a work.

Character Bio: Detailed description of the characters life.

Storyline: The narrative threads experienced by different but specific characters or sets of characters that together form a plot element or subplot in the work of fiction. In this sense, each narrative thread is the narrative portion of a work that pertains to the world view of the participating characters cognizant of their piece of the whole,and they may be the villains, the protagonists, a supporting character, or a relatively disinterested official utilized by the author, each thread of which is woven together by the writer to create a work.

Scene Breakdown: The breakdown of a script you read or movie you watch per each scene and scene sequence.

Beats: Unit of a scene in a story where there is an exchange between the characters and the action/ reaction/revelation advances the story and shape the turning of that scene.

Plots/ Sub plots: Plot is a literary term defined as the events that make up a story, particularly as they relate to one another in a pattern, in a sequence, through cause and effect, or by coincidence. One is generally interested in how well this pattern of events accomplishes some artistic or emotional effect.A subplot is a secondary plot strand that is a supporting side story for any story or the main plot. Subplots may connect to main plots, in either time and place or in thematic significance. Subplots often involve supporting characters, those besides the protagonist or antagonist. May contain message.

Turning points: Point of highest tension or drama or when the action starts in which the solution is given. Decisions are also made here.

Climax: The dialogue for a story

Hook: A narrative hook (or hook) is a literary technique in the opening of a story that "hooks" the reader's attention so that he or she will keep on reading. The "opening" may consist of several paragraphs for a short story, or several pages for a novel, but ideally it is the opening sentence.

Motive: What drives the character to do the actions which he does in the story.

Conflict: Clashes between the characters over matters in the story.

Dramatic Sequence: A point in the story where the form or manner of the drama is employed.

Resolution: To solve a conflict, or come to an agreement.

Outcome: The result or consequence that follows something.

Exercise 1

Two people i know:

Shawn, Shin lei

Characters:

Shawn:

. Air-headed

. Somehow always lost in his thought

. Reserved, but opens up once u get to know him

. Walks with a slight hop in his step due to his b-boying

. Claims to be from the land of plastic surgery and k-pop, Korea

. Has a love for smelling things which he sees for some apparent reason

. Seems to have a love for apple products

. accommodating

Shin Lei

. Very very very fierce

. Gives intimidating looks to those she does not like

. Never takes an insult lying down

. Brilliant artist when it comes to painting

. Quick to seize any opportunity

. Known as the ''Dragon lady'

SITUATION

The air was froth with oil and the scent of different dishes all jumbled into one that it actually assaulted the sense of smell. having purchased their respective meals, Shawn and Shin lei proceeded to seek out a seat to rest their weary legs and tuck in to the purchased sandwich.

Like hawks scanning the horizon, the duo peered into the sea of patrons, hoping to chance upon an empty seat.

"Found one"

With a triumphant grin, Shawn moved in while Shin lei followed him as he made his way over. However, the sight which greeted them was not so welcoming.

In the middle of the table, like a flag on enemy territory, stood in clear view, the dreaded tissue paper. One of the many ways singaporeans stake claim to seats, the tissue paper was like a head on a stake to other patrons, "Stay Away, this seat is taken"

However, the issue was further compounded by the fact that this was a single seat. The opportunist shin lei immediately staked claim to the seat on proceeded to tuck in. More weary of the original owner returning, shawn on the other hand was more against the idea of sticking around.

The glaring tissue paper which once stood to deter patrons now served its purpose as shin lei helped herself to wiping the crumbs off her mouth. But this peaceful scene was about to be disrupted.

A rather displeased looking gentleman, returned to his "lair" only to realize he had been poached of his seat.

"Excuse me miss"

"Yeeeesssss" Turning around with the look of the devil in her eyes, and the image of a dragon behind her, the poor gentleman looked like as though satan himself was staring him in the eye.

"ittttsss ok, nothing at all.." as he left in a hurry.

"nahh, help yourself " as shin lei revered the seat to shawn with as slightly evil look in her eye....

Characrters

Name of character
Physical look
Way of talking

Thoughts of character
The attitude of character
The values and beliefs the character holds

The behavior of the character
Action and reaction in situations for the character

Interest which the character has
The likes and dislikes
Pet peeves of the character

Nature and personality
Life experiences
Relationships to other characters

Strengths and weaknesses

talents

Motives and objectives

What is a story?

Tales of bravado in war, a recount from an old timer, a kid telling his buddy how his dad and him caught the biggest trout of the season during the summer break.

As long as it entrails and amuses the listener, providing the listener with entertainment, i would consider it a story. Stories can capture the imagination, instill fear, raise the moral or demean the weary.

Stories can even be a weapon, tales in war passed down by mouth can shake the very defenses of the strongest battalions, or bolster the beaten to rise up against their foes time and again in defense of that which is theirs.

Stories therefore, are an open canvas with a multitude of uses limited only by the mind.