"Creative" stuff yall working on?(writing, art, games, music, construction, cooking, gardening, etc)

[igottabaldhead]

Where in the tri-state you from?

CT, im in NY pretty often though

 

[BlackDroog]

Dope thread.

I just finished writing a tv pilot for sci-fi show. submitted to a couple writing contests. working on a comedy web series now and a few other projects in development.

I also have original music and artwork in the links in my Sig...Yeah I'm all over the place. not getting paid for any of this stuff yet but trying to get my portfolio up.

 

[BlackDroog]

Currently working on the second volume of The Coli's compilation mixtape featuring various rappers, singers, producers, engineers from the site and a few guests in the mix. Hopefully we get the tape done some time in November.

Coli Producers and Rappers....Who's Down To Make A Coli Mixtape Compilation For The Culture? Vol. 2


Here's the first volume of the tape.

Spoiler: Tape Cover

Forgot about this. Dope project. Honored to be part of it.

 

[BlackDroog]

Movie script. Basically finished. There is a plot hole I'm having issues trying to reconcile. Dad says I should make it a book but I'm not much of a writer, so I can't see myself making it a full book. Also learning how to DJ for my own enjoyment.

If you haven't already considered it, I recommend some professional coverage.

Standard Analysis: Expert Script Coverage

These folks are thorough and give excellent feedback. it's worth the money and they are among the lowest cost for this type of service online.

EDIT: Switched link to the actual Script Analysis page on their site.

 

[BlackDroog]

Anyone here working on small budget movies/web series?

Writing my own for the first time. Wrote and directed one for a friend a few years back. In hindsight it was kind of corny but super fun and invaluable experience.

 

[1ncognegro]

I'm building a 10 sec nitrous race car

 

[HoloGraphic]

(Psedo) SciFi Steam Punk Story with a Black Main Character. Lasers and RocketBoots type stuff . Think MegaMan meets Flash Gordan and Red Tails.

Felix Fortune

 

[GPBear]

Beat tapes? I'm looking for beats what's up with a link? I just got a good vibe from ya post lol you sample or make wave type shyt

Samples. I got a litany of beattapes homie.

gpbear.bandcamp.com

Go ahead and pick whichever beats you want. My favorite tapes are the most recent one, Old Basement Beattapes, and the Suggest Theme EP.

Or we could try and work on some new sample-based, mostly lofi jazz boombap. Even though my computer's kinda fukked at the moment.

 

[Mook]

I been doing standup. After a year and 3 months I'm finally getting a little respect

 

[shadowking]

We do

6 Figures 6 Certs

Makes sense lol I haven't visited this sub forum much....thanks!

 

[Professor Emeritus]

I've been putting together a serious blog about my life. I've blogged before, but this one I'm putting my heart into and really gonna put shyt out there, taking it much more seriously than any online project I've ever done. Probably gonna launch that before the end of September.

Got a rap/photos/video mashup that I've been working with on-and-off for a few years. I sorta completed it back in February and performed it in front of a friendly audience of 100+, but I decided I needed to fine tune it a bit and haven't had the time to get back to it. I'm never going to be able to put nearly enough time into the game to be serious about that side of my life, but I have enough talent with lyrics that I'd still like to throw something polished up on Youtube every now and then, on subjects that I want to put out there.

I've been working for months on my first short story. This morning I just got it borderline ready to submit. Gonna have 1-2 friends read it over and then send it to a magazine.

If I actually get that story published, and a second one I have outlined, then there's a novel idea that I've been working on forever. Not getting into the details (if there's something I don't need it's my real life getting traced back to my Coli account), but it takes place in an alternative future and deals heavy with questions of race and religion. My target is to start writing that in 2019, and set aside the real time so that it's an everyday project that I work hard to complete by the end of one year.

 

[head shots101]

Currently working on the second volume of The Coli's compilation mixtape featuring various rappers, singers, producers, engineers from the site and a few guests in the mix. Hopefully we get the tape done some time in November.

Coli Producers and Rappers....Who's Down To Make A Coli Mixtape Compilation For The Culture? Vol. 2


Here's the first volume of the tape.

Spoiler: Tape Cover

This still open?
I got some stuff

 

[videogamestashbox.com]

This is an EXTREMELY rough draft, grammar errors and all. However this is the first chapter from my book The Lost Child..........

Taberius Antonio Knowels, (Tank for short) woke up to a sound down stairs. He looked at his wife who was peacefully sleeping on her side of the bed. Probably just the dog he said to himself rolling back over to go back to sleep. A few moments later he heard the sound again, this time it was louder followed by glass breaking. He looked back over at his wife who was now wide awake. What was that she asked obviously panicked?

Not sure baby, he responded back. He quietly got up and opened his nightstand drawer. Removing his piece from the drawer he tip toed out the bedroom door to the top of his stairs. He looked at his kid’s bedroom doors. The doors were still closed, no indication they were downstairs. Plus he knew they knew he didn’t play that. After 10 o’clock it was lights off and the house was closed.

Tank stood there for a few more seconds listening for any indication that it was his dog, after he heard more glass breaking he quickly made his way downstairs as quietly as possible. Looking in the living room he saw nothing out of place, but seeing a silhouette in the kitchen off the mirror that sat in his dining room, he knew someone was in his home. He quickly ducked down and started creeping towards the kitchen area. He didn’t know how many it was, but he was ready to put a hole in how ever many it was. As he made his way closer and closer to the kitchen he became aware that it was more than 1, from what he could make out it was at least 4 of them. He slid back against his living room wall.

Who would dare break into his house of all the houses on the block? He thought to himself.

Might as well come out he heard one of the voices state.

We know you down here, and we know who is upstairs.

If yall know this then yall must know yall bumped your heads coming into my home then Tank replied.

Afraid not nikka, he heard one of the men respond back.

Looks like you made the mistake when you fukked your boy over.

fukked my boy over Tank responded back confused.

I been out the game for year’s man, nobody is here but me and my family.

Like I said we know whose upstairs muthafukka.

Now you can come out peacefully, or we can get this party started the right way.

Tank thought for a moment, he couldn’t sacrifice his wife or his kids. He didn’t know how many men were in the kitchen, and even if he did, his boys slept right above the kitchen. If he started firing there was no telling what these fools could do in the crossfire.

I’m coming out he replied.



Hiding his gun in the back of his robe he walked towards the kitchen with his hands up.

As soon as he entered he felt a gun press against the back of his head.

One of the men held it there while they searched and found the weapon he had previously hidden.

Once his eyes fully adjusted Tank was able to see 5 men all dressed in black sitting around his kitchen.

fukk yall want, Tank defiantly asked.

Oh us one of the men responded. We don’t want anything. I mean outside of the money we are getting to put you down.

Put me down? Tank quickly fired back.

For what, man I’m not in the game no more. Yall got the wrong address.

Oh we got the right address, aint that right Tank one of the men responded pulling off his mask.

Tank instantly recognized Deja and the questions started flooding.

Deja, he asked. Man what the hell you doing here?

Well to be honest I asked myself that very same question all the way over here. I mean you and me we go back.

“Me, You, and James”.

Oh you remember James don’t you?

Tank instantly got it. He stood quiet for a few minutes.

Look Tank stated. My kids are upstairs whatever you have to do don’t do it here.

“Sorry, that’s something we cannot do. See we got precise orders to kill everybody, even the dog.” Deja coldly replied back.

As you can see we have already completed part of the job, Deja responded waiving his hands over to Tanks dog who now laid lifeless; throat cut on the kitchen linoleum.

Yall can’t just kill my wife and kids man. They don’t have shyt to do with this. Look man how much is James paying you, I got a savin…..

Deja slapped Tank across his face with the butt of his pistol. You think this is about your fukking money nikka. Deja asked obviously disturbed.

fukk happen to you man. You know the game and you know the rules.

You fukked over the homey. And for what, some stupid bytch

That bytch was like my sister, and he raped her and left her for dead Tank fired back.

That’s the game nikka Deja responded back coldly. We were crew, Gladys was just another bytch, and she knew what she was dealing with.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t warned to leave James alone, but she wanted to be part of the game. Whose fault is that?

Deja looked at Tank who was now bleeding profusely from his head. The man he saw was not the man he used to know.

He pointed at the other 4 men; go get the fukking kid’s man.

No you can’t, Tank pleaded. They innocent Dej, you know this. Just let them be……..please he begged.

Can’t bro, this is a job, and you know how it goes on a job, we follow all orders to the fullest.

But Dej, this is me; you go kill your Godson.

Me kill them? Deja looked at Tank in disbelief and hit him again with the gun.

Call it sins of the father nikka.

I said get the fukking kids man and turn on all these lights. He yelled at the men,

Let them see they father for the piece of shyt he is.

Tank’s head began to spin as he heard 3 of the other men running up the stairs. This is a dream he thought to himself.

He heard his wife and kids screaming for him upstairs. Let them be, please Dej he screamed crying.

Look at you Deja responded.

10 years ago it would be you on the other side of this gun, now you on the floor crying like a bytch. You’re fukking pathetic.

fukk you Tank screamed. I grew up nikka. We couldn’t stay little kids forever. James fukked up. He got strung out on those drugs. Not me.

And now you’re going to kill my kids for that muthafukka Tank screamed back.

As Tank continued to rant, Deja ordered the other man to tie his hands and tape his mouth.

Tank felt a hood placed over his head. He couldn’t see a thing. All he heard was his kids screaming out his name as they were dragged down the steps.

He also heard his wife’s screams behind closed doors, he could her loud shrill screams begging for mercy. Tank knew what was going on. And his soul burned in shame and pain. He held his head down as he heard kids being thrown on the ground around him.

He tried one last time to plead with the men to let his family go, but the please fell on deaf ears as the hood was ripped off his head.

What he saw made him sick. His 5 year old daughter stood there terrified as one of the masked men held a gun to her head.

Tank looked around for Deja, look she’s 5 man, you hear me 5. Let her go, please let her go he pleaded harder then he had ever pleaded in his life.

Look I will……..

He words were stopped mid-sentence as Deja walked over to the young girl put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

Seeing his beloved daughter’s brains fly over his older children lost it Tank lost all composure and begin screaming and crying profusely.

He began yelling at the men threatening to kill each and every one of them.

His warnings didn’t faze Deja as he emotionlessly ordered his men to kill the other 2 kids.

Tank felt the hood being pulled back over his head as he heard 2 more shots and the gut retching thuds of his son’s body hitting the floor. Hearing what he believed to be his sons being killed pulled out what was left of his heart.

After those last shots he didn’t hear anything for a long while. His wife had stopped screaming and he heard the other man coming down stairs.

He didn’t know if she was still alive, but he knew deep down, she was dead regardless if they had killed her or not.

Tank lay on the ground crying for hours as the men moved around cleaning up and joking.

He wondered why they hadn’t killed him yet, and began to be fearful that they wouldn’t.

He knew Deja, and he knew how Deja like to play mind games with his victims.

Leaving Tank alive to suffer with the fact that his whole family was dead behind his own actions would not only kill Tank’s soul but also his spirit. Tank knew that was something that both James and Deja would salivate on.

What you waiting on muthafukkas he began to shout. You go kill me too, huh, yall go fukking kill me to.



He listened for a sign of anything, but heard nothing.

He began to move around trying to get up to his knees. As he struggled to get back on his knees felt some one push him back down to the floor.

A while later Deja command his goons take Tank’s hood off.

The hood came off as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room.

He looked around. His baby girl laid there in front of him cold and stiff.

He began crying silently as he looked around the room for the bodies his 2 boys. He didn’t see them in the living room and began having hope that maybe Deja had spared them.

Pick his ass up Deja commanded.

Why didn’t you kill me Tank asked in anger and grief?

Oh you didn’t think this was it did you Deja asked.

Oh no we got more planned baby boy. Plenty more planned indeed.

My wife; is she dead Tank asked the men.

The other men silently looked at each other still masked up.

Is she dead Tank demanded louder?

The men ignored the question and started to put the hood back on.

No not yet Deja said.

Take him through the kitchen and put him in the trunk.

The men picked up Tank and dragged him back through the kitchen.

And that’s where he saw the remaining of his family.

Hanging from the top stair bannister were his 2 sons and what was once his wife.

Her face was so swollen and beaten he barely recognized her.

He began sobbing uncontrollably in defeat. Yall didn’t have to do that he said weakly. Yall didn’t have to do this.

The men held him there to watch, but Tank refusing to look at the hideous site, held his head down .

This prompted Deja to walk up and grab Tanks neck, forcing him to look up at the rest of his family.

Open your eyes bytch he whispered in Tanks ear.

Tank defiantly kept his eyes closed as Deja gripped his neck tighter.

No worries Deja replied as he let Tank’s neck go.

Grabbing the hood to put back on his old friends head he coldly whispered “Sins of thy father muthafukka”

Put his ass in the truck, Deja commanded the group before heading out the door himself.

Read the whole thing

GOOD:
1. It's very visual in it's depiction(reads like a movie actually)
2. It moves along at a decent pace and doesn't linger.(this actually helps #1)

BAD:
1. N/A

Personal thoughts:
1. The whole thing was draining to read(Think this has more to do with the perspective(victims') the account is told from than anything else)
2. I'm not much into "gangsterism"(scarface, the wire, american gangster, etc.) I can watch/enjoy shows with it ...just can't relate to the motivations.

NOTE:
I make a distinction between things i personally take issue with and things I genuinely think are bad.(just because something isn't for me doesn't mean it's "bad" per say)
My visceral reaction to the account in your chapter reminds me of a part that "annoyed" me in the book...

The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three

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There was a African American woman from the 60s-70s named Odetta Holmes who joined the group and she spent god knows how long berating the group while they walked up the beach. From day 1 to day 7 she would start up attacking the rest of the group cause she didn't like cacs(which is understandable). It was draining having her constantly going into her spiel in the book every time the group would wake. Thing is, after that period of the characters development was put into the larger context of the story those events made sense. I then applauded Stephen king for being able to convey the frustration that the others in the group went through by not shying away from frustrating the reader.

I.E. just because I'm personally put off by a section of a story doesn't mean it won't fit into a larger whole, there by being appropriate in the "final analysis" as they say.
(felt like I was reading a Guantanamo torture account in your chapter)

That said, it wasn't much different from the beginning of "Kill Bill" though ....(or any revenge tail for that matter)

​

 

[NoChillJones]

Read the whole thing

GOOD:
1. It's very visual in it's depiction(reads like a movie actually)
2. It moves along at a decent pace and doesn't linger.(this actually helps #1)

BAD:
1. N/A

Personal thoughts:
1. The whole thing was draining to read(Think this has more to do with the perspective(victims') the account is told from than anything else)
2. I'm not much into "gangsterism"(scarface, the wire, american gangster, etc.) I can watch/enjoy shows with it ...just can't relate to the motivations.

NOTE:
I make a distinction between things i personally take issue with and things I genuinely think are bad.(just because something isn't for me doesn't mean it's "bad" per say)
My visceral reaction to the account in your chapter reminds me of a part that "annoyed" me in the book...

The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three

​

There was a African American woman from the 60s-70s named Odetta Holmes who joined the group and she spent god knows how long berating the group while they walked up the beach. From day 1 to day 7 she would start up attacking the rest of the group cause she didn't like cacs(which is understandable). It was draining having her constantly going into her spiel in the book every time the group would wake. Thing is, after that period of the characters development was put into the larger context of the story those events made sense. I then applauded Stephen king for being able to convey the frustration that the others in the group went through by not shying away from frustrating the reader.

I.E. just because I'm personally put off by a section of a story doesn't mean it won't fit into a larger whole, there by being appropriate in the "final analysis" as they say.
(felt like I was reading a Guantanamo torture account in your chapter)

That said, it wasn't much different from the beginning of "Kill Bill" though ....(or any revenge tail for that matter)

​

Great insight...the book in general is actually more of a coming of age story and Tanl is more of a anecdotal character. That chapter probably has more cursing/violence in it then most of them because I wanted to write it as real as I could(or like a movie). Tanks character is more of a co star to The main characters of James ex wife Gladys and her son Jay....the plot of the story heavily reovolves around them

The comment of the first person account will be taken into consideration as well. I am more then half way done...just need to start bridging the gap on all of the characters more....

 

[videogamestashbox.com]

Brand new from yours truly.

Damn, I still remember randomly clicking the link in your sig one day and checking out the material. For a week or two that was my chill/background/ambient music around the house while working on this and that.
I need to check out the page again.