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Shattered Glass (2003)
IMDB rating: 7.50
Plot: This film tells the true story of fraudulent Washington, D.C. journalist Stephen Glass (Christensen), who rose to meteoric heights as a young writer in his 20s, becoming a staff writer at “The New Republic” for three years (1995-1998), where 27 of his 41 published stories were either partially or completely made up. Looking for a short cut to fame, Glass concocted sources, quotes and even entire stories, but his deception did not go unnoticed forever, and eventually, his world came crumbling down…
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Directors: Ray Billy
Actors: Christensen Hayden,Sarsgaard Peter,Azaria Hank,Zahn Steve,Blum Mark,Donella Chad,Elman Jamie,Kirby Luke,Anvar Cas,Kotcheff Ted,Drama,
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hey this is the continuation to of something i posted on earlier. Just so you know it’s about a 15 yearold named Lionel who falls into Hell and goes off in an epic adventur..blah,blah,blah. Anyways, this is a scene pretty close to the begining where the crack which he actually falls through is opening. here it is and thanks :
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Something happened, that averted him from following through though, the moment his finger made contact with the chrome flush switch- the ground began to rumble. For three quick seconds the ground gently quivered as if it were alive and hungry, and then went back to being still. At first Lionel was struck dumb by this sudden event, but then came to a fast conclusion- that it had only been a soft earthquake. He swallowed some saliva with hard found ease and started to laugh. He laughed because he found the idea of an earthquake striking at that precise moment terribly funny, given his awkward situation.
The laughter came to an abrupt stop however, when the shaking of the ground arose once more. This time, more intense than the last. Everything; all the tooth brush cups and paste, medication, shampoo and conditioners, gels, sprays, and wall pictures, began to hit the floor. Lionel didn’t think it was so funny then.
Quite the opposite, he was scared out of his mind, and was even more so, when he saw the bathroom floor tile begin to pop out of place. This was something to worry about he thought, it meant the floor wasn’t stable. If he was on the second floor of a two-story house and it couldn’t hold- Lionel didn’t even want to think what would happen, much less stick around to find out. And so in one brisk movement he was up and on his feet, looking like a fool with his pants on the ground, and feeling like one too.
Maybe it was coincidence or maybe Lionel was just cursed, but at the exact instant his feet touched the ground, the lights went out and nothing could be seen, save for a slim line of light emitting from beneath the bathroom door- his target would be that.
As Lionel took his first steps towards escape, he was brutally knocked off balance by a sudden rise of rage in the uncontrollable shaking and thrown into the glass sliding doors of the shower. They shattered, while simultaneously releasing an ear-splitting noise, that only the likes of shattered glass could give off. However, Lionel was quick to get over the broken glasses’ effect, and focus on the task ahead- getting the hell out of there.
He was in the most uncomfortable position of his life and couldn’t see a thing, yet this didn’t stop Lionel from being able to regain his composition and most importantly get on his feet again. The plan was simple- to open the door as fast as he could and get out. It was’nt that far after all, five, six- feet maybe. All he had to do was keep his balance.
With little thought, he went for it. But as he did, he was stopped dead in his tracks by something astonishing- a narrow thin crack of blinding light, that appeared along the floor like a slithering snake, making its way through the tile as if it were water. From it came a radiant red glow that hurt the eye, and the more it seemed to advance in its conquest for territory, the more Lionel felt the floor under his feet was going to collapse.
For moments he remained hypnotized under awe, and his body entered a state of strict muscle contraction. Fore in spite of everything that was going on, Lionel’s mind flung the dangers present aside, and risked the precious time to challenge the existance of things seemingly impossible, right there and then, such as that of this which was before him, by trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for this strange phenomena, keeping in mind he was on the second floor. It was his nature to be skeptical and always ask ‘why and how’ when something seemed odd or out of place, apparently even now, this was true.
That which managed to bring him back was his mother’s voice in freak panic,
"Lionel! Baby are you ok!"
"Loinel!"
"Yea mom! I’m coming, hold on!", he replied remarkebly calm, still bugged a little by the mystery of the crack. Anyways, determind to reach safe haven and now his mother, Lionel pulled up his pants half way, managing however he could to sustain them, and told himself ‘alright, here we go…another challenge’.
"One, two,…three!", he courageously declared. But that’s all he did. He didn’t move, he didn’t budge- he was hesitant. What was to fear of this little crack, he thought. Perhaps, maybe just that it was against all the laws of reality? Acknowledging his own sarcastic humor, even if only for a brief moment, he smiled.
Short lived was his grin, coming to the end when his ears cringed at the sound of a , as only a woman could. A loud thump and short squeal atlast, brought an end to the woman’s screaming. Lionel, te
Very fun though the crack in the floor seems more like a strike of lightening at his feet then a snake, and Fore is for, Fore is to the front of something and does not work here.
GARY H | Jan 30, 2010
