Our hero, the famed scientist-hunter Digger Jones, is on the run from another miss-adventure while searching for the elusive forward-walking crab to add to his research collection.
The cannibal natives stop and will not follow Digger into this area of jungle.
Digger uses their fear this area to his advantage.
…but he has no choice as he is thirsty going without water for a day.
He knows he is heading straight to the Deadly Oasis.
Knowing the legends are based on something in fact, Digger to his dismay, finds skulls/bones on the path leading to the Oasis. Eventually Digger finds and recons the site carefully high up from a jungle tree.
It is a truly paradise of flowing water in small nature spring wells…
With one way in due is a narrow u-shaped area of the jagged stone cliff wall leading in and out.
There was with no signs of life typical to a watering hole -
…just deadly silent and dry skulls and bones are all about.
Fighting thirst through the hot jungle night, long hours are spent reconning the area in silence. He finally jumps down for his jungle tree perch heading to the water. Taking a slow long much-needed drink, Digger has a second to relax. A slight sound brings him back to full attention. The “Terror” is real.
A T-Rex crashes in through the growth. The oasis is his den.
Digger runs but quickly is trapped against the high wall of the rocks. “Why hunt when the food comes to you…” muses Digger Jones as he pulls his jungle knife and turns surveying his options.
T-Rex towers over Digger. It bends down to eye and enjoy the wonderful smell of another thirsty traveler. Easy meat.
Digger braces and jumps as the T-Rex’s head is still lowered. He stabs the knife deep with all his weight into the T-Rex’s left eye. Digger is thrusted up and over from the shrieking dino’s head which bolts suddenly upright in pain… Digger lands higher up the cliff wall ledge as planned.
However not high enough! He finds the large overhang prevents further escape. Digger keeps to the left (the now blind side) of the T-Rex’s mad thrashing head just out of reach below. The T-Rex will never stop its attack. Digger is momentary safe however he is trapped without supplies.
Saying “Oh what the hell…for Scotland and Mum!” Digger Jones, men of men,
jumps heroically off the edge with knife flying into the T-Rex below. (silhouette shot)
*
Snoring as the scene cuts to an old gentleman just falling sleep in a huge gothic estate reading room. He has a cocktail in hand. Two bored/skeptic kid from next door are sitting on the floor. They wanted the ball that was kicked over the fence, but were side-tracked by his odd ramblings before they could go home.
The old man snores as they explore the room on their way out. They find a few photos on the mantle among the hundreds filled the huge walls in-between the rustic books and strange artifacts. Shocked look from the both kids.
The scene ends with the close up of the old B & W photo:
Digger Jones posed with one foot on his kill (T-Rex.) surrounded by happy cannibals.
And over the photo is a jungle knife hanging displayed on the wall.
END
In the voice-over character narrative:
Think of a mix: James Mason – The 60’s cartoon “Commander McBragg” and the Dos Equis man.
The thumbnails shown is how I work: small and cryptic pages. 6 are planned for now. As the layouts go full scale, more refinements to story and camera angles will follow.
Fun stuff. ;)
-Mach
“Even talent is … indistinguishable, over the long run, from perseverance and lots of hard work.”
~David Bayles
"Noorius I was once called." This is the title and the first line for my part of the anthology. It will focus on a side-character from a larger story I am developing about a warring angel inadvertently trapped in our modern-day world; and the repercussions her existence effect on modern society, media, religion, and politics, etc. But the short story of this side character, Noorius (a former warring angel living among humans on Earth), will take place in 1850's America. He reflects on his attempt to adapt and live as a human; even marrying and having a child. But unlike most humans, he can still clearly see through the dimensional barriers placed on Earth. He sees the other creatures, gargantuan and petite, that observe and swarm around the humans affecting their lives. Now human, he can do little but observe as well. In fact, a century of guilt and complacency has penetrated his heart and mind to the point where he has striven to simply find some measure of happiness on this Earth by trying to live as a human. Since he has lost all power to do what warring angels do, he has eventually found peace and contentment in the novelties of human life. But his complacency is challenged when he begins to see a dark figure, one of these other creatures, lingering around his young child.
