The Woman In The Television – Unfinished Scene for “Ouroboros”

This unfinished scene is entitled “The Woman In The Television”. Seth is playing video games (in the finished product there will be shots of him playing and then the television cuts out into static and then Anima appears on the screen) He sees that the door behind her on the screen is his own door (she’s just outside his room) when he goes to open the door she’s in his room, on his bed.

This scene features the tracks “The Woman in the Television” and “The Tragedy of Choice” from the Original Score by Grey Spade.

*please let me know what you think.

Ouroboros – Rough Draft of Episode One, Scene One (Ava Fields)

This is a drafts of a scene I’m working on for my web-series: Ouroboros. I already realize that it’s too dark. I thought I could get a cool Sin City-like thing with the contrast between dark and light in post, but I need to light the shit out of the bright areas and can’t just rely on Final Cut X to fix it in post. But that’s why we call it learning right?

Feat. Jennifer David as Ava Fields.

Music: “The Mind’s I” from the original score by Grey Spade.

 

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And for shits and giggles, this is a trailer (more like a montage actually cause it’s to an entire song) for my first film “Paranoia”. We’re coming up on the 10th anniversary! … wow I feel old.

Ouroboros – Cycle 3 Excerpt

I’ve had an insanely productive week! I finished writing Cycle 2,3, and 4 of the “Ouroboros” novel and I’m almost done the final cycle. 94 pages and 38,457 words later; I’m estimating another 20 pages or 15,000 words until the first draft is completed! 🙂 So stoked!

This is an excerpt from Cycle 3.  Each cycle is from a different characters point of view.  The focal point character in this cycle is Miss Ambrosia Skye, a fortune teller who has a business out of her apartment.

To hear tracks from the Ouroboros - Original Score go to: http://soundcloud.com/greyspade

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Chapter 1

The sign outside her apartment door read:

MISS AMBROSIA SKYE – TAROT READINGS – PALMISTRY – ASTROLOGY

The superintendant hadn’t told her to take it down, but it had only been up a month or so. The interior of the apartment was decked out in New Age décor.  She had numerous books on Tarot, spiritual healing, angels, the afterlife, and communicating with departed souls; to name a few.  She was sitting at her kitchen table with a spread of Tarot cards in between her and her immediate clients, Mr. and Mrs. Everett.  Mrs. Everett was really engaged and interested in the reading, but it was overtly obvious that Mr. Everett was only there because she was.

Miss Ambrosia Skye drew a card from the deck and put it down on the table.

She stared at it, intently. “Hmm,” She bit her lower lip for added effect.

“What?” Mrs. Everett straightened in her seat, coming closer Skye and her cards.

“I just drew the Tower card,” Skye said in a purposely ambiguous tone.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Well,” Skye paused, taking in how alertly Mrs. Everett was drinking in her every word and gesture, and how disinterested Mr. Everett looked, slumped back in his chair. “The Tower card is very similar to the Death Card–“

Mrs. Everett gasped.

Skye continued: “–In that it’s a card of destructive and creative power.  Just like a building that is condemned and must be torn down to make way for something new, so too is the purpose of the Tower card.  Is there something old, something that you’re holding onto that you need to let go of before you can move on?”

“That’s funny, isn’t it, David!  The kitchen.”

Trying to hide her surprise, Skye inquired: “Your kitchen?”

“Yes.  I’ve wanted to knock out the kitchen wall for years and make it open to the living room so that it’s more of an open concept thing.  David always thought it was too expensive, but if the cards are telling you . . .”

“The cards speak of change, and renewal.  It’s a fair bet that once you deal with the obstacle represented by the Tower card that emotional and financial wellbeing will flood back into your home.”

“See, David?” Mrs. Everett started in a condescending tone. “I told you it was the kitchen.  Didn’t I tell you?”

Mr. Everett just rolled his eyes.

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