Azulao's profile

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AGE: 30
LOC: Canada
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 18

Occupation: Visual Conceptualist, Writer, Filmmaker

Urbis is for me, above all, a playing field where I can knock off some rust
and explore my overactive imagination. You won’t see any of my really “serious” work posted here, but instead you’ll find a collage of various short stories and fragments. This is not to say that I don’t appreciate or respect my urbis works, far from it. I have a great fondness for everything I post up here, and I am very interested in the insight that others have to offer.

Urbis rocks.

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Poetry / Contemplations
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Regarding the desert precipice... An old man in the news picture; dirt-faced, crouched atop scorched earth in ragged sandals. His face a labyrinth of cracked leather, cut by hardship, gnarled blackened digits curled around wooden crates. Not crates, but a circle of makeshift caskets filled with all of his yesterdays and tomorrows. The old man has no eyes but he has seen. It is not indifference residing there but the white absolute of nothingness; the look of a heart long past broken. No tears...
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Screenplay / The Gift Horse
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FADE IN EXT. - DAY - FENCED-OFF GRASSY FIELD A sign on a fence reads, "NO TRESPASSING BEYOND THIS POINT, UNDER SEVERE PENALTY OF FEDERAL LAW" INT. - DAY - PENITENTIARY, DEATH ROW WING A gray, neon-lit, prison hallway with shiny floors. Reinforced cell doors with plastic name tags. They are all blank except for one tag, that reads, "INMATE CROWLEY, F. 59929" INT. - DAY - F. CROWLEY'S CELL FRANCIS CROWLEY, a white, middle-aged convict sits quietly on his bed, sketching pictures with a charcoal ...
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Short Story / The Day I Tried to Live
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For the first time in history people got to see Batman actually working alongside the most notorious criminals of Gotham City. The shock and horror of it was visible on the faces of the hostages or on the sobbing middle-aged bank teller, when The Riddler screamed at her to fill his garbage bags with the contents of her register. Two-Face and Penguin were close by handling crowd-control and creating mischief of their own. That left the surveillance and removal of valuable personal belongings t...
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Screenplay / A Broad and a Rock
by TheApostate
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Poetry / Deeper
by pisces87
Funny, this reminds me a lot of the kind of trite poetry that was coming out of me at that age (not that I'm a geezer or anything!). My feeling is that there is no real sense to this poem at all; at least not in any conventional way. I think you were just playing with words as a skilled knife-tosser would on his lunch break. It's impressive, but ultimately pointless. I'd like to see you post something you actually care about. There's no sense of passion here, and thus I find this poem a bit d...
Lyrics / It's Time To Move On
by nelson1
Very Patsy Kline. I didn't dislike it, I must say, even though my preferred style of music usually involves more brutal forms of music. My only concern here is with the lyrical simplicity of your song. The topic is somewhat fresh (as fresh love/relationship songs can get), but I think it lacks a little humor that might makes things a bit sweeter, or bittersweet-er? Just my 2 cents. Cheers!
Sci Fi & Fantasy / A Death in the Family
by BunniesAreEvil
Wow, quite an achievement. I must say, you have a unique facility with unleashing brutality in your writing; at times I got the impression you were writing with a bloody scalpel instead of keystrokes. Angie is a fascinating character, although I sometimes feel that there was a struggle between the 1st person narrative and a kind of anecdotal testimonial voice. I can think of an example in the beginning of your second movement (ei "I was cold; not the sort of cold where you wish you had a swea...
Stage Play / A comedy of certainties
by Squigglesy
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