Talented Failure: The Works of A.T. Prenger

Nothin’ good ever came from wakin’ up with a headache. Today was no different. Instead a’ that nice bed I rented in the saloon I was bound upright to a pole. The ropes nearly covered my entire body. They were tight enough that I couldn’t feel my feet and I was quickly losin’ feelin’ in my nether regions. My right eye wouldn’t open. The eyelid felt heavy and throbbed in time with my heartbeat. A few of my back teeth wiggled when I ran my tongue around ‘em and I could taste blood in my mouth. So…I’d been fightin’. Or I’d been sucker punched. Couldn’t rightly remember. I knew I’d been drinkin’ since I Could still feel the effects a’ that worse’n the pain in my face. The landscape seemed to spin slightly. When I closed my eyes the darkness spun faster and I nearly puked. I looked around to see I was surrounded by ratty lookin’ wood crosses. There were a few stone markers, but even those were fallin’ apart. I couldn’t rightly figger out why I’d been tied up in the town cemetery. Some ...

This is going to be a semi-recurring feature about ideas I've fleshed out to some extent, but know I am never going to actually write. Largely because they are for intellectual properties I don't own so it seems futile to spend my time actually writing them out. A lot, if not all, will come from movies since I think about horror movies, like, a LOT! With that in mind one idea I've had is for a Friday the 13th sequel. I love this franchise, probably my second favorite only to Scream. Every Friday the 13th I have a party and watch a few of the movies at random with the use of dice to determine which ones get watched. By this point the series is almost beyond parody (though I will fight people about the quality of Jason X ) but I think with the right budget and mentality this could work. Definitely not a reboot. They tried that, it didn't work. Nor would this necessarily eliminate Jason X in the canon. What I propose is a situation where Jason Voorhees is still a proble...

  I wasn’t too quick on the uptake sometimes, but within two days I knew there was somethin’ really damn wrong with the town. I gathered that because I was still there after two days. Most of my welcomes generally wore out by the time I set foot into town. ‘Less of course they hired me to do a job, then they were polite enough not to kick my ass out until I helped ‘em. The women also tipped me off. The whores were too pretty for a town that was nothing but a supply town. It was a small gathering of buildings surrounding a well in the middle of the desert. Anywhere worth a damn, like a gold town, was a day’s ride in any direction. It didn’t make sense for them to be here when they could get rich off lonely miners. Not one of the whores looked at me in all the time I spent in the bar. As far as I could tell I was invisible to everyone in the place. Practically had to smack the bartender so’s I could get a drink. With that kind of hospitality I shoulda’ just split. Except it was...