Creative Writing: Roberto Johnson's Surgery

The 19th century characters I have chosen to renegotiate in my creative response are three of the Bennet sisters from the novel ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. I have reconsidered the values of the three sisters, Mary, Lydia and Kitty and created a film script. I chose this medium as I have previously studied the technique of script writing in my Media class and I thought it would be a more unique way to convey my creative response.

I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I don’t understand, how did that thing create this inferno? Voices came from the other side of the wall. Why are they so calm? Don’t they see the destruction? I found an opening in the ceiling. Inside it lead to a shaft above the creatures. “The Bomb was successful, data on explosion recorded, commence blast off” suddenly the interior around me began to shake. I felt the vessel rise into the air. Moments later I felt the pull of gravity lighten and strangely I began to float. The loss of gravity made it easy to move about. In no time at all I had explored the ductwork of the entire ship. The ship was good sized with several rooms. I watched the creatures for a while go about their busy lives. There weren't a lot of them but they seemed to be everywhere and always moving. I was glad that I had a space in which I can travel where it seems they do not go. The next place I went was to the bowels of the vessel. Here I found the engine room. This place was filled with pipe work and in the center was a sphere made of some sort of energy. Even thoungh the device made a strange sound the room seems to never be touched by the creatures. I found a place in the corner of the machinery and rested

While panting for air, my trembling hands unpack the cardboard box on the communal basin. Without thinking I pierce the needle through my dry skin. The reflection of the mirror on the wall catches my eye as I waited for my results. The lightbulb above my head buzzes until it unexpectedly explodes. The man before me in the mirror is surrounded by light, yet he is in the dark, looking like a dim shadowy figure.

Latt internally sighed in relief, no longer concerned that he might be having a heart attack. However he quickly noticed that the pain in his leg had gotten much sharper. Latt put his hands down and opened his eyes. He saw nothing but darkness. He quickly went from moderate concern about the pain in his leg, to near panic as he feared that he might be blind. However this panic quickly dissipated as his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness and he began to take in his surroundings. As he looked around trying to comprehend his unfamiliar surroundings he started to rub his leg only to find a small piece of metal poking him. “Is this what I have been feeling?” he wondered aloud. As if to confirm he noticed a small piece of broken glass behind him, near the same place that the pain his back would have been in had he been lying down. Around him were countless other broken fragments and debris varying widely in shape, size and material littering the street. there were scraps of paper with weird glyphs on them, semi-melted plastic, destroyed electronic devices of unknown function but nothing to give him any indication as to where he was. After a few minutes of contemplation he stood

Crack, goes the window. Glass shards fly everywhere. A strange figure leaps out of the shattered window. The figure disappears into the the night sky covered in smog. Red and Blue lights flash in and out of the patchy sky.

Marc Sarcolo awoke with a start. Rising up, he looked around the room. A lime green, slimy, shining substance happened to be scattered around his once dark room, lighting everything up. While wondering, it took him a brief moment to realize it, but that whirring noise to the left of his head gained his attention. Slowly turning his head and directing his piercing navy eyes to the left, a sky blue light in a cylinder circle shape shined onto his wooden floors. Unfortunetly, the darkness prevented him from noticing anything else. Unconciously jumping out of bed, Marc found himself walking right under the bright light like some invisible object was forcing him too, pushing him. Taking that last step into the beam of light, Marc felt squeezed like

Suddenly the figure turned around and padded away and a bright light, brighter than anything that He had seen before, engulfed them. It disappeared moments later and the figure was

Gabriel Licina experienced a sudden greenish-black blur across his vision before it dissolved into his eyes. They expected the effects to show within an hour. After the wait was over, they went out to a dark field to test Gabriel’s new

He finds himself walking through a graveyard and he sees the three different colored glowing balls of light flickering on and off and in and out of the tombstones and to throughout the graveyard itself.

As the dust covered clock sounded every second with a click, George’s anxiety grew until the refrigerator creeks open. He was blinded with a white light that danced across the kitchen.

He couldn’t move as everything spun. He glimpsed the stopwatch at the twenty second improvement on his best time to that spot, even after his physical breakdown. Unbelievable! Electricity continued to rack his spine. His hair stood on end as if in haste to abandon the scalp. He scrutinized Metropolitan Avenue again. What the hell, man! What the hell. And what of the black bean stuff?

Mika swirls around and noticed that the man was nowhere to be seen. What she does notice though, was a bright glowing light, much like a flame. The light was unlike any other light Mika had ever seen before. It glowed with a hint of red, yellow, and orange. A curious sensation overwhelmed Mika, tempting her to reach out and feel it.

“What is that?” I looked away from the pit that was now emitting light. My former panic had melted away and I felt a calming sensation from the warmth of the light, unsure of why that was happening.

A bolt of energy rumbled straight from his heart to his fingertips. He stared. The air crackled ominously, but he barely noticed. There was a very faint feeling deep inside him that recalled distant times. His hands sparked white, fizzling out as quickly as it was created.

The eir-piercing sound of thunder echoed in the ghost-like city. The city is pitch-black until lightning strikes the buildings. For a second, he could see the collapsed buildings all around. The pungent and penetrating smell of the smoke choked him. The air was filled with a thick smoky texture. He saw a world of complete devastation.