You may have noticed some posts with brainstorming ideas for a story called “The Puppet Master.” Well here’s the first installment in the story!
Prologue
He watched her with a pained gaze; his inner emotion’s already starting to take over the brain. She looked so pale against his skin, so fragile now. ” Sara.” He shook her gently, his voice urgent as he forced back the tears. ” Get up…. you can’t leave me now.” His voice was heavy as he looked down at her stilled face. Everything seemed oblivious now; all he wanted now was to die.
King’s Cross Station from Neverwhere by Cheyenne Patino & Greg Levinson
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A comic book first draft script by Violet Staley, Fiona Bradley and Saffron Lehrer
Characters:
Dottie
Bella
Totoro
Charlie
Frank
Setting:
City/Forest Preserve
Story Line:
5 City kids discover a strange new world filled with Zombies.
*Forest Zombie leader is the Gas Mask Man.
When Shana woke up it was dark and cold. It was hard to see except for some light coming from another room. She kept hearing cracking noises from down a hallway. Wondering what it was, she went to go check it out. There were boxes filing down the hallway higher than she could see. The boxes had different scenes in them. Some had apartments with fighting couples, a living room with a family, and some had been covered up with sheets and whatnot. The hallway seemed endless in the one direction. The other direction had a large room with more windows.
Xanthos must carry out Death’s will. He aid’s the fallen into there eternal rest and also makes contracts with new puppets along the way.
Sneak peek of the puppet master’s promise between death and his sister
“Where are you going..?” She whispered softly, so softly i could barely hear the pain in her tone. Everybody asked the same question, and it’s always the same answer. ” I go where death bid’s me to go…” I said, my tone unreadable as i looked into the distance. “I am death’s shadow, nothing more, and nothing less..”
Richard and Door were asleep. It was late, around two or three in the morning. Pitch black. Silent. Suddenly, there was a sound, a far off sound, almost a whisper. Richard woke up, looked around, he couldn’t see anything, he fumbled to the table across the room and picked up a lamp and lit it. The flame was blinding in the darkness, but Richard’s eyes got used to the light quickly. He looked around, he didn’t see anything. There it was again, but closer this time. He was sure of it now, someone was yelling.
The puppet master once was an ordinary man like you and I. He once could love and once could hate, until he asked death a favor. Like Death, it is a double-edged blade what you get must be payed.
The Puppet master is a servant of Death.
He walks the world alone, carrying out Death’s deed.
“Mom I don’t want to go,” said Shana.
“Well we are, so either you pack your things or I will.” said her mom.
Shana and her mom were moving to Barrington - eight hours away. By the time they got there it was dark out and Shana was in a bad mood.
“Leave the things in the car for tonight, we’ll get them in the morning.” said her mom.
Shana nodded and went to the room she had picked out the week before. The only things in the room were a mattress, a sink and a mirror. The mirror was full length and dusty, and she was planning on getting rid of it. She set her stuff down and got on her bed.