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COPY
Celebrate the first day of October with a horror short! This one comes from the talented Cameron Gallagher. The copy machine effect with the lights and sound design is worthy of a chef's kiss. Well executed and certainly heightens the tension and terror. Viewers will similarities to an array of horror films such as SMILE and LIGHTS OUT. Personally, Freddy Kreuger sprang to mind, specifically with the entity's creepy voice, which sounds like our buddy from Elm Street.
THE RICKETY MAN
Simply put, a well-made Gothic tale of Horror. With strong acting from Russell Shealy and Ava Torres, filmmaker Cameron Gallagher is able to deliver a suspenseful, creepy film that is beautifully shot. It’s no surprise that this film has done well for itself in the film festival circuit. This is a wonderful calling card for Gallagher, who might get a shot at a feature based on the quality of this work.
LUCID
Not your cookie cutter fare when it comes to a horror short, which gets bonus points immediately from me. Revolving around lucid dreaming (hence the title), the story isn’t easy to consume per-se, but the visuals and practical scares are strong enough to keep you invested as you try and place the pieces together on the dynamics between characters.
DO NOT LET THIS BE OVERSHADOWED. There’ve been some really important things in current events, no doubt about it, and this is one of them. Read the article, and please spread this far and wide. I would love for the SpeakUp 5k to be swarmed, utterly swarmed, by other people inspired by this young woman. Cameron Gallagher is one of my new HEROES. As in someone who will inspire me for years to come. If you have dealt with depression, no matter what degree or for how long, or if you are close to someone who has, you are probably aware of the surprisingly intense grip it can take over the lives and minds of the people who face it every day. It’s a discouraging, tough monster to grapple with for anyone, but to face it at age sixteen—an already tumultuous time of life when, honestly, most of us are not at our best—to face it and to be widely acknowledged by your peers as a person who consistently uplifts others and gives them encouragement—that is nothing short of heroic. Share her story and let her powerful life continue to uplift the downtrodden and inspire the weary!
Cameron Gallagher, de 16 años, falleció en Virginia (EEUU) después de correr una media maratón
Cameron Gallagher, de 16 años, falleció en Virginia (EEUU) después de correr una media maratón
Cameron Gallagher, de 16 años, falleció en Virginia (EEUU) después de correr una media maratón. La joven cruzó la línea de meta aparentemente bien pero, unos metros después, se desplomó. Inmediatamente fue trasladada a un centro hospitalario pero los médicos no pudieron hacer nada por su vida.
La joven se desplomó a pocos metros después de cruzar la meta de la media maratón de Virginia Beach.…
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TITLE: REINCARNATE (series) - Chapter 1: We Are Scope CHARACTER(S): Samuel Harrington, Cameron Gallagher, Jason Smokes, Sage Callas (more to come!) SHIP(S): Camuel? Harras? (none for now) TYPE: Spu AU, series RATING: PG for now, some violence. AUTHOR: Howie STORY SUMMARY:
What happens if Allegory Academy never existed? What if the government found out about the reincarnates? Let's just say it would be a whole different ball game.
REINCARNATE
Chapter 1: We Are Scope.
Somewhere in Iraq, coordinates classified.
October 19, 2001
23:00
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Back in high school, History was my least favourite subject.
20 heavily armed soldiers surrounded the base camp, ready to demolish any intruders that come their way. Large tanks and battle jeeps circled around the impenetrable fence. An identical truck slowly approached the camp, and e guards out front steadied their weapon, cautious. One of the guards approached the truck, and the tinted window of the driver’s seat moved downwards, revealing a dark-skinned man, most probably an Iraqi, and apparently someone the guard recognized very well. “Sorry, sir. We’ll escort you inside.” said the guard in Arabic, and waved for the other soldies to open the gates. The truck drove inside the camp.
I didn’t see it’s relevance. How could it be more useful than math, or English? I never saw the point of learning about our past, especially in such detail.
The driver stepped out of the truck, and 5 soldiers instinctively surrounded the man, protecting him as they escorted him towards the base camp. The man, wearing dark sunglasses, kept his cool, as he knew the full procedure of what they were doing. He nodded towards the soldiers before he entered the camp.“Thank you.” he said in their native tongue. As he entered the camp, there was another Arabic man waiting for him, a face that was on America’s most wanted list. “Asalamualikum.” said the man who just entered. ‘Hello. How are you?’. Abu Musab al-Zarqawi stood up from his chair and approached the man with the sunglasses with open arms. “Wallaikum Salam!” he said, ’I am good. Thank you my friend.’
But now I know. The past is important because, it shapes us into what we are now. What we will be in the future. Our mistakes. Our triumphs. The joy. The sorrow. It is important to remember where we come from. How we get here. Without history, none of it mattered - the math, the science, the languages, nothing.
To Abu Musab’s dismay, I pulled out a pistol with a silencer, and shot two of his bodyguards in the head, and they were both dead before they could make a sound. My disguise started to fade, revealing my ruffled blonde hair, my deep blue eyes, and my pale white skin. I could see the panic in the terrorist leader’s eyes as I transformed back. Before he yelled for help, I pressed my gun directly on the man’s forehead. “Make a sound and you die.” I threatened in Arabic. I switched back to English as I spoke into my earpiece. “That was under a minute. You owe me twenty dollars, Agent Callas.” There was a groan on the other line.
“Show off.” said the feminine voice.
I would have grinned, if I wasn’t holding a terrorist group leader hostage. “Get Cupid-man in here, please.” he ordered. Outside the camp, tall, lanky white man stepped out of the car, and started running towards the base camp, sending the soldiers in attack mode. Inside the truck, Agent Callas, a brunette, young Latino woman hit enter on her laptop before the soldiers could reach their weapons. “Boom.” she taunted as flash bombs started to explode all around them, temporarily blinding the terrorists.
When the ancient Greek civilization, it was thought that their religion, the so-called ‘Greek Mythology’, vanished with them.
But they thought wrong.
The woman then turned towards the large-built, muscular man in the back of the truck. “That’s your queue, Smokes.” Clutching two automatic machine guns in his hands, Jason Smokes flashed the woman a smirk. “With pleasure, Ma’am.” before hopping of the car, and started shooting at the startled terrorists.
In fact, it was no myth at all, it was all real. The legends, the gods, the creatures, they are all real. And it was the Greek’s worship that supplied them with power. Without the Greeks, the power of the Greek Gods were slowly diminishing, and the led them no choice but to resort to the only way to preserve their very souls - rebirth. They reincarnated themselves as humans, living among the mortal world.
“I told not to call me that, Samuel.” said a familiar voice behind me. Samuel smiled at Agent Gallagher’s comment. “Oh come on, Gallagher. Where is the love?” I could see him rolling his eyes as I teased him. “Quit the flirting, you two. There will be more of them coming in ten minutes.” demanded Agent Callas impatiently on the other line. Agent Gallagher immediately placed his right palm on the terrorist leader’s head, and he collapsed onto the floor.“Oop. So. That means you have…five minutes, to infiltrate his mind and extract what we need. Can you do it in time?” asked Agent Gallagher as placed his right palm on my head as well. “I sure can try.” I said. Five minutes should be more than enough, to get into the man’s dream, retrieve the information that would save countless innocent lives, and get out. Piece of cake.
We are the reincarnates of the gods and goddesses of Olympus. We have no memories of our past lives, but we have managed to retained certain talents of our predecessors. How many more people like us…reincarnates are out there? We have no idea. A handful of us were discovered by the NSA, and we were selected to work for them as a special subdivision, hidden from the rest of the world. A covert counter-terrorism task force known only as SCOPE.
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Tell me what you think! sorry if it’s a bit crappy/unbelievable, I didn’t put that much effort into it as I usually do when writing. I’m too tired haha.
TRIVIA: The Arabic/Islamic Greetings are actually LEGIT.
Abu Musab was an actual Al-Qaeda leader.
NSA is the National Security Agency ( I think)
Cameron sent Samuel the sweetest fan mail ever.
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