jueves, 24 de noviembre de 2016

INTERNAL/EXTERNAL CONFLICT


Internal

Roberto: He is a shy person, but he’s so kind and good with other people. He works in a bookstore. He is in love with Cristina, her friend, but he can’t show her his emotions because of his shyness, and a “little” detail, She is the girlfriend of his cousin, and boss, Walter.

Cristina: She is an outgoing person, very inteligent and knows things about everything. She works in the same bookstore. She has feelings for Roberto, but now she is engaged with Walter because they have started a little firm of books and they’re going to get married in three months.

Walter: He is the boss and owner of the bookstore. He is too much dedicated to his job, and isn’t the kind of person that shows emotions. He is engaged with Cristina but isn’t in love with her. He thinks that she does that’s why he is going to marry her and he feels forced to do it, and thinks that she raises his social state.


External

Marta: She’s the sister of Roberto. She knows that Roberto loves Cristina and she told her brother that if he doesn’t tell her what he feels, she will, just for the good of both. She is friend of Cristina and knows that she has feelings for Roberto, but she hasn’t told that to any of them.

Mila: She is a very regular customer of the bookstore, and she likes Roberto, and knows what Cristina feels about him, so whenever she can, put Roberto down only to separate them.


Javier: He’s the father of Walter, and the uncle of Roberto. He only wants his son to succeed in the socioeconomic way, just for himself. That’s why he, in a soft and almost subliminal way, tell Walter to marry Cristina because she comes from a good family.




Love Letter

Journey to Mars


Dear family,
I write this letter because I have been invited to the first expedition in mars. You know, that to be in the space is the second thing that I love most, you are the one, but I am sending you this because, it is possible that we cannot return to the earth after going there.

Mars, you know? MARS! It's my dream, I will be one of the first men that discover a river, a lake, a mountain, or whatever in Mars, it sounds and it is very exciting, but nothing hurts most my heart that not being able to come back, that is why I want you to know that I love you completely and eternally, I already miss you so badly... Just the best wishes for you all.

PS: Don't sell my stuff, in the case I come back ;)

Sincerely Yours,
Santiago Montt.



SONG

American Idiot



This song is named “American Idiot” because of the things happening at that time in the United Stated. It talks about a nation controlled by the new biased media, and how the Singer of this group doesn’t belong to a “Redneck Agenda” discontent with how things are going.
This song was released while the presidential campaign of the country was taking place, the one in which George W. Bush was re-elected.



Link of the video



Lyrics

Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Don’t wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information Age of histeria
It’s calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue.
Dialogue

[Dream]
Karen and Carlos
Karen: (wake up agitated from a nightmare)
The phone ring and Karen drops something when she was reaching for her phone.
Karen: ohhh FUCK!
Luis: Karen, where are you? Hurry up, the teacher is here, we have to present our thesis, where are you?
Karen: mmm I am sorry … I am already done and on my way
Luis: ok, just come here quickly
(Karen gets ready and go to the University) Karen is running and falls – Karen get´s to the university. Her hair is a mess
Everyone is taking in a classroom next to the auditorium
Karen opens the door. Karen has a flashback of the preparation of the thesis
Flashback: Lawrence agrees to all the thesis except ours
Luis: Karen what are you doing? Are you ready? we have to go now !
Karen: Ok ok, I’m going to the bathroom to fix my hair, it is a mess!
(Karen goes to the bathroom, Angela appears and laughs at her)
Angela: Are you ready, surely you are HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
(Karen only sees her while she’s getting ready. Then she goes out of the bathroom completely well-dressed)
(Teachers appear and say hi to the students)
Teacher Francisco: Hello dears, I hope you are prepared for your thesis.
Jefe de Carrera Elías: Come in, come in, you are late!
(Everyone comes into the auditorium and take a seat)
Karen: I’m so nervous!
Jorge: Relax, it’s going to be ok!
Francisco (As a Teacher): Angela and Jorge, you go first.
(Angela gets up, looks Karen and says)
Angela: This is a Piece of cake!
(Angela and Jorge start presenting their thesis. The time passes, they finish it and teachers gave them the maximum mark, a Seven! Everyone congrats them)
Angela: Try to beat that hahaha.
Elías (As Jefe de Carrera): Ok, now is the turn of Karen and Luis, come in please.
(Karen and Luis start presenting their thesis. The time passes. They finish their thesis and teachers start asking awkward questions, they look very pale and sick)
Francisco: Karen, If you have three translators and you take two out of the sample, how many translators can you eat?
Karen: Excuse me? What, can you repeat the question, please?
Elías:  Use that tasty brain you have to think of an answer.
Luis (Whispering like a maniac): Brains, brains, brains, brains.
(Karen looks at him with a weird face)
Jorge (Screaming): Tasty, juicy brain!
Karen: Excuse me, I have to check my notes…
(The camera (Karen eyes’) look at her notes, then she raises her head and she see everyone turned into a zombie!)
(Zombies start running towards Karen. Karen takes the thesis and run. Zombies catch her. Then Karen wakes up and realizes it was all a dream!!!!!!!!!!!)
(Luis calls her again, she drops the same object and realizes that all is going to happen again and screams!)

THE END




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Writing a Plot for a Mystery Story


Sylvia and The Mythical Ring



Sylvia was early for her weekly lunch date with her friend Marcy. In the hotel lobby where they planned to meet, she sat on a comfortable, deep sofa. She would enjoy the 45 minutes she had to wait by Reading her book.
When she opened the book, the pencil she’d been using as a bookmark slipped out. It bounced off her leg and rolled into the crack between the sofa’s arm and cushion. Sylvia squeezed her fingers into the crack to retrieve the pencil. She felt something cold and smooth, like a marble. Pulling it up, she discovered that it was a Pearl ring. She examined it, delighted at its beauty.

Just  as she was getting ready to turn it in at the lost-and-found desk, an old woman came up and spoke to her.

“Give me back my ring!” the woman said in a gravelly voice.

“This ring? Does it belong to you?” asked Sylvia.

“It belongs to anyone who can handle its magic,” the woman said. “If you can’t handle it, then give it back to me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sylvia asked.

“That is a very unusial ring,” the woman went on. “Why, that ring came from times of desolation, this ring was created hundreds of years ago by the most powerful White witches and magicians in order to maintain the balance of the world, but in the wrong hands it can cause ita end, and a group of black magicians are looking for it to control the world. That’s why the ring has scaped itself where it has felt powerful good magic, and has come here, to you, Sylvia, it has chosen you.”
“Chosen me,” asked Sylvia insecure. “If you can’t handle its magic give it to me,” hurried  the woman.. “No, no I can’t!” Decided  Sylvia, and when she wanted to give it to the woman, she dissapeared screaming: “Watch out the ring, the world is in danger!


After all that event, Marcy, Sylvia’s friend came. Sylvia was terrified because of what had just happened. “What happened to you girl, is everything all right? Oh no, the ring…” said Marcy. “You knew about the ring and all this? asked Sylvia hysterical. “Mmhh… yes. It’s time for you to know the truth, your truth,” said Marcy taking a big sigh.
The Umbrella Man, Part 3


"You're not going in are you, mummy?"
"No," she said. "We'll watch from outside." There was a big plate-glass window along the front of the pub, and although it was a bit steamy on the inside, we could see through it very well if we went close. We stood huddled together outside the pub window. I was clutching my mother's arm. The big raindrops were making a loud noise on our umbrella.
"There he is," I said. "Over there." The room we were looking into was full of people and cigarette smoke, and our little man was in the middle of it all. He was now without his hat and coat, and he was edging his way through the crowd towards the bar. When he reached it, he placed both hands on the bar itself and spoke to the barman. I saw his lips moving as he gave his order. The barman turned away from him for a few seconds and came back with a smallish tumbler filled to the brim with light brown liquid. The little man placed a pound note on the counter.
"That's my pound!" my mother hissed. "By golly, he's got a nerve!"
"What's in the glass?" I asked.
"Whisky," my mother said. "Neat whisky." The barman didn't give him any change from the pound.
"That must be a treble whisky," my mummy said.
"What's a treble?" I asked.
"Three times the normal measure," she answered. The little man picked up the glass and put it to his lips. He tilted it gently. Then he tilted it higher... and higher... and higher... and very soon all the whisky had disappeared down his throat in one long pour. "That's a jolly expensive drink," I said. "It's ridiculous!" my mummy said. "Fancy paying a pound for something to swallow in one go!"
"It cost him more than a pound," I said. "It cost him a twenty-pound silk umbrella."
"So it did," my mother said. "He must be mad."

                                                       Continue…


My mother said that it was time to go, but in that moment, through the window I saw the old man starting to cry silently, and I said, “Mom, he’s crying! Poor man,” and my mom replied, “He’s old, and he probably has many to regret about.” I couldn’t believe my mother being so cold, I mean, she has his silken umbrella and it only costed a pound! And he could do whatever he wanted with it…

I was looking through the window when my mother repeated, “Let’s go, it is getting dark and colder.”
The last time I saw were two men in black carrying him towards a door in there.


Two days after that, looking the news at TV, my mother and I became paralyzed when the news anchor talked about the disappearance of an old man… It was, the umbrella man.