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- 17 de Ago, 2018
With the power of AI generation and human input with lots of time on my hand, I'd like to share creative musings and novel writings I've created.
I feel I can write, but not well enough to create fictional stories or scenarios. Constructive feedback would be welcome.
Heaven Doves
CHAPTER 1
"Cut! Print! That's a wrap, we'll try again tomorrow. Beautiful performance, Joan Crawford!"
The producer calls out to her as she makes her way to the changing room. Joan smiles at him and gives him her usual nod, before walking into the women's dressing room with an eye roll. She's still tired from last night and wants nothing more than to go home and get some sleep, but instead, here she is, trying to keep herself awake so she can make it back to her hotel room by tonight. She sighs and looks over at the director who's giving her a knowing look, which makes her frown slightly. "You know this part isn't really for you. Just for fun." He says as he turns to leave. "And what's wrong with that? I'm perfectly capable of working my ass off for hours on end just to make it through one day, if that's what it takes." she retorts without thinking.
Her words echo around the now empty room and suddenly, someone else walks through the door, their head snapping up quickly at the sound. Joan looks away and tries not to feel embarrassed for being caught yelling at the director like this; she was simply stating facts. The girl doesn't seem to think it's worth saying anything else though because after a moment, she nods silently at her and heads to another dressing room, leaving Joan wondering where the hell that came from. It wasn't until she hears her say something to the director that Joan realizes that they probably heard the whole thing. She doesn't even want to imagine how everyone else will react to seeing her like this, especially when she knows that they're all expecting her to take the role next year.
After another few minutes, she's alone again and Joan leans against the wall, taking off her makeup and grabbing her things before making her way outside towards her car. There are already a number of people waiting around for their rides and Joan thinks she spots someone familiar in the crowd. As soon as she sees him, it feels like she's being watched. She stares back in that general direction for a few seconds before entering She's still staring out the window when she pulls onto the road that leads to her hotel. She doesn't know what has come over her today, but her instinct tells her she's being followed. Maybe she's paranoid or maybe she's just tired, but Joan feels safe having no idea who's following her. She doesn't care. When she pulls up outside her hotel room, she parks her car right by the curb before turning off her engine and getting out, shutting her car door quietly behind her.
When she starts walking towards the building, she stops and waits as a group of girls pass her on their way inside and she watches them from a distance.
"Women. What ever happened to glamour back in the day?" Crawford whispered to herself. As the girls start laughing and talking loudly, Joan rolls her eyes and shakes her head, continuing her walk past the group to get inside. Before she gets too far, she hears one of the girls call out to her. Joan hurries into the lobby into the elevator. Script in one hand, purse in another, Joan couldn't wait to get into her hotel room for wine and a nice bed. She presses the button for the seventh floor and the elevator ride goes on slow. When it finally stops on the tenth floor, Joan immediately steps out and heads down the hallway, passing several rooms, until she reaches hers. She unlocks the door and slips her shoes off and sets her purse down on the table near the door.
As Joan takes a deep breath, she removes her dress shirt and tosses both pieces of clothing on the chair. Next to her is a vintage wine bottle and a glass . After pouring herself a glass of red, Joan picks it up and begins sipping it slowly while she lets her thoughts wander. It's been a crazy week, with almost all of her scenes filmed. She'd finished filming her last scene yesterday, and then spent the afternoon trying to do another two and change scenes for the film. It's been a long day, and now that she's back home, Joan wants nothing more than to relax, drink wine and have a hot shower.
A few hours later, there was finally a break. A short lunch break, and then filming began again. By now, Joan's exhausted, and although she wants to be productive, she wants to crawl under her blanket and fall asleep for the rest of the evening. She hasn't had much sleep lately, and with everything going on, she had NO patience for any shenanigans.
Joan sets down her wineglass and places her hands in front of her face, leaning forward. For the last two months, she has been doing this exact same routine, but each night, she feels like something is different about this time. Like someone else is following her, and although she does everything exactly the same, she knows that something has changed. And tonight felt...off somehow.
Maybe, her mind whispers to her, it's because today is your big premiere and the only thing on your mind was work. But then again, she also thinks she remembers reading once that the only reason someone feels like they' re being followed is because they don't want anyone else to find out about this, or maybe because they need to keep a secret. But no matter what the answer might be, Joan decides that whatever is happening right now is definitely a coincidence. She shouldn't be feeling this unsettled, because she should be feeling happy. Time for bed. Ready for tomorrow.
"I hope nobody gives me a hard time tomorrow."
I feel I can write, but not well enough to create fictional stories or scenarios. Constructive feedback would be welcome.
Heaven Doves
CHAPTER 1
"Cut! Print! That's a wrap, we'll try again tomorrow. Beautiful performance, Joan Crawford!"
The producer calls out to her as she makes her way to the changing room. Joan smiles at him and gives him her usual nod, before walking into the women's dressing room with an eye roll. She's still tired from last night and wants nothing more than to go home and get some sleep, but instead, here she is, trying to keep herself awake so she can make it back to her hotel room by tonight. She sighs and looks over at the director who's giving her a knowing look, which makes her frown slightly. "You know this part isn't really for you. Just for fun." He says as he turns to leave. "And what's wrong with that? I'm perfectly capable of working my ass off for hours on end just to make it through one day, if that's what it takes." she retorts without thinking.
Her words echo around the now empty room and suddenly, someone else walks through the door, their head snapping up quickly at the sound. Joan looks away and tries not to feel embarrassed for being caught yelling at the director like this; she was simply stating facts. The girl doesn't seem to think it's worth saying anything else though because after a moment, she nods silently at her and heads to another dressing room, leaving Joan wondering where the hell that came from. It wasn't until she hears her say something to the director that Joan realizes that they probably heard the whole thing. She doesn't even want to imagine how everyone else will react to seeing her like this, especially when she knows that they're all expecting her to take the role next year.
After another few minutes, she's alone again and Joan leans against the wall, taking off her makeup and grabbing her things before making her way outside towards her car. There are already a number of people waiting around for their rides and Joan thinks she spots someone familiar in the crowd. As soon as she sees him, it feels like she's being watched. She stares back in that general direction for a few seconds before entering She's still staring out the window when she pulls onto the road that leads to her hotel. She doesn't know what has come over her today, but her instinct tells her she's being followed. Maybe she's paranoid or maybe she's just tired, but Joan feels safe having no idea who's following her. She doesn't care. When she pulls up outside her hotel room, she parks her car right by the curb before turning off her engine and getting out, shutting her car door quietly behind her.
When she starts walking towards the building, she stops and waits as a group of girls pass her on their way inside and she watches them from a distance.
"Women. What ever happened to glamour back in the day?" Crawford whispered to herself. As the girls start laughing and talking loudly, Joan rolls her eyes and shakes her head, continuing her walk past the group to get inside. Before she gets too far, she hears one of the girls call out to her. Joan hurries into the lobby into the elevator. Script in one hand, purse in another, Joan couldn't wait to get into her hotel room for wine and a nice bed. She presses the button for the seventh floor and the elevator ride goes on slow. When it finally stops on the tenth floor, Joan immediately steps out and heads down the hallway, passing several rooms, until she reaches hers. She unlocks the door and slips her shoes off and sets her purse down on the table near the door.
As Joan takes a deep breath, she removes her dress shirt and tosses both pieces of clothing on the chair. Next to her is a vintage wine bottle and a glass . After pouring herself a glass of red, Joan picks it up and begins sipping it slowly while she lets her thoughts wander. It's been a crazy week, with almost all of her scenes filmed. She'd finished filming her last scene yesterday, and then spent the afternoon trying to do another two and change scenes for the film. It's been a long day, and now that she's back home, Joan wants nothing more than to relax, drink wine and have a hot shower.
A few hours later, there was finally a break. A short lunch break, and then filming began again. By now, Joan's exhausted, and although she wants to be productive, she wants to crawl under her blanket and fall asleep for the rest of the evening. She hasn't had much sleep lately, and with everything going on, she had NO patience for any shenanigans.
Joan sets down her wineglass and places her hands in front of her face, leaning forward. For the last two months, she has been doing this exact same routine, but each night, she feels like something is different about this time. Like someone else is following her, and although she does everything exactly the same, she knows that something has changed. And tonight felt...off somehow.
Maybe, her mind whispers to her, it's because today is your big premiere and the only thing on your mind was work. But then again, she also thinks she remembers reading once that the only reason someone feels like they' re being followed is because they don't want anyone else to find out about this, or maybe because they need to keep a secret. But no matter what the answer might be, Joan decides that whatever is happening right now is definitely a coincidence. She shouldn't be feeling this unsettled, because she should be feeling happy. Time for bed. Ready for tomorrow.
"I hope nobody gives me a hard time tomorrow."
