Blade: Trinity (2004) by David S. Goyer. More info about this movie on IMDb.com Over darkness a WOMAN'S VOICE speaks to us. ABIGAIL (V.0.) Italo Calvino once said that myth is the hidden part of every story, the buried part, the region that is still unexplored because there are as yet no words to enable us to get there. (beat) But I was there for the end. I took part in it. And I think my words can help shed light on what happened. My name is Abigail. This is our story. FADE IN: EXT. IRAQI DE...

alright. this interview is about playing live, being a musician, and basically everything around that. It would be great if you could respond with a sentence or two for each one. thanks a lot man. here ya go. 1. When did you first realize that music could be a full time job? I kind of fell into this, I didn't think you could unless you were a part of the select few bands that make a living off playing heavy music, but I've realized over time that you're in control of your success. I guess I f...

The Crimson Hourglass Jack flicked the ashes from his lit cigarette onto the faded brown floor mat, drew the smoke back to his mouth, and blew it into the open car. A hum and a sputter of the engine filled the silence with the sound of grinding parts. A “bang” could be heard from the muffler, showing not only the cars age, but its condition as well. Winter’s cold embrace had gripped the city with a closed fist, and the surrounding ice storm had blanketed the entire area with frost and snow. P...

Orange lights lit up the panel as Jared hit the switch on the amp to turn it on, signifying he was ready to start the show. A quick glance led his focus towards Matt who was peering out at the crowd. Hundreds squeezed into the small venue and it was almost impossible to count the heads of the awaiting fans. Taking a deep breath, Matt gripped the microphone tighter in his hands and welcomed the crowd. There response was quick and unexpected as there screams shook the venue and caused a smile ...

Matt Helfrich History Of MO & STL Mr. Maupin 08/30/07 De Soto Hernando De Soto was one of the first explorers to ever travel throughout America, and through parts of Missouri. De Soto, born in Spain in 1497 grew to be one of histories most famous early explorers and to this day is remembered for his contributions to establish land in America. De Soto had some very interest facts about him, compared to most early explorers. For one, when he died, the others were afraid they would be attacked b...

Moon lit illumination, shadows cast across her face. Falls auburn air twists with winters cold embrace. Carving initials on our tree, we count the time, Thats been placed upon our fingertips. This light, this warmth escapes from my clasped hands, And in my own bitter jealousy I recall your name, your face. With eyes lowered, words roll off her tasteless tongue, "I promised you everything, and I gave you nothing." Sweetheart, I can't even remember who we were, Who we are, or who we've ever wan...

Liar! Goodbye. With the eyes of a traitor, I'm sure you'll make it out alive! With the mouth of a liar, You'll speak of our goodbyes. Goodbye. I'm trying hard to stay away, From every single word you'll say. If one look can take my breath away, Then how can I survive my first taste? With the eyes of a traitor, I'm sure you'll make it out alive! With the mouth of a liar, You'll speak of our goodbyes! Goodbye. With the intention of running lives, Another knotch on her bedpost. With whispers shy...

This tidal wave will cause, Our shipwreck to drift a shore. Our hearts were lost, On the bottom of the ocean floor. I am afraid, I am afraid that.. This ocean has room for us, This ocean has room for us. You fill my lungs like water, I'm still gasping to catch my breath. You set sail and left me drowning, I'm sure you'll steer with heaving sighs. I'll pray my rescue comes, I'll send an S.O.S. But no one will ever save me, This shipwrecks our consequence. .....

dull, colorless eyes glaze over seats littered with glass belts cut across choked lungs As the mother weeps openly In the fathers arms Stench of burnt tires upon asphalt Red wrists, black mouths rest easily Upon the twisted mass of metal Which accompanies innocent bodies Peaceful flames dance about Unfortunate, misspent hopes Tear stained faces buried deep within another's hands Some say the cure for mans problems lies within the bottom of an empty bottle Instead leave one solitary rose On th...

We hang on like a thread Waiting to be cut by time. Separate, we both carry on With both pieces frayed On the edges where They once fit so well. We once fit so well. Its not like the calender lied. I knew my time was running short And my days were counting down Like a thread we stay together. Like a thread were cut forever. This wont be the last time I see you Through the slits in my lowered eyes. The corners of your mouth still curl Over this twisted mess I call a lie. When did you lose the ...