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Comic Book Reviews & Related Columns

I've been writing a lot of these for Big Shiny Robot, so I decided to create a database of those I've written here. Comics Reviews: Kick-Ass #5 The Alcoholic (GN) Moon Knight #22 3 by Ed Brubaker Star Wars Underworld: The Yavin Vasillika Storming Paradise #1 Tag and Bink are Dead Beyond Wonderland #1 Thor #10 Ultimate Spider-man #124 A Death in the Family Batman: Prodigal 1985 #3 Officer Down Batman: Haunted Knight A Lonely Place of Dying Batman: Ego Ultimate Origins #2 Batman: Venom Gotham by Gaslight Four Comics Kick-Ass #1 Comic Industry Columns: Why Aren't You Watching Clone Wars? Batman R.I.P.? I doubt it. The Dark Knight Crosses $500 million and Why That's No Big Deal Script Review: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay Politics in Comic Books Why Grant Morrison Shouldn't be Writing Batman Right Now. Which Super-hero Should Tom Cruise Play? How to Get Kids to Read Comics #2 How to Get Kids to Read Comics #1 How Batman Could be the Greatest Scripted Drama

A Confession

A Confession By Rick Adams I got my start in journalism when I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school on the school paper. I’m sure you’d all agree that I’ve come a long way since then. But in today’s column, I want to tell you about my first story assignment on that paper. It’s weighed heavy on my mind for a long time and I decided I could no longer continue bringing you stories and opinions until I cleared the air. “But it was a long time ago, and in high school,” some of you might say, but this is truly the most honest thing I can think to do. My editor then was a young man named Alex Gedicks who passed away shortly after his graduation a year later. He was a good editor for a seventeen-year-old kid, fair minded with a flair for what would get students to read papers. It was the knowledge of his skill that made me resent him slightly when he passed down my first story assignment. “400 East,” he told me, “you know the road that leads to the front parking lot to the school?

Sleep Deprivation Situation

This was a stream of conscious short story I wrote. Hope you like it. My eyes are getting heavy, my cheeks are getting warm. I can feel the cruel mistress of sleep pulling me closer and closer into an embrace with her. I’m slipping to one side, going slack, losing cognitive capabilities, drifting. I didn’t think my eyes could get any heavier… … … I jerk my head up. I think I dozed off there for a second. Oh. There goes the focus in my eyes and now there are two glasses of water in front of me; the real one and his translucent twin. I want… … … … What? I don’t even remember finishing my last though. Did I finish my last thought? … … I need to get to bed. Sleep deprivation is a very serious situation. Especially if you’re driving. I’m not driving… … … I’m going to hit the curb! Oh. I must have dozed off again. Shit. I have to stay awake. What’s so damned hard about that? I just want to remain conscious. Is that so much to ask? … … … … SNORE! What? What was that? Was t

That Sting in Your Chest

It turns out that I really like writing stories like this. I think I could blame Graham Greene as much as anybody. And Kurt Vonnegut had one story like this and I think it's one of my favorites. But it just feels so good to pour stuff like this onto paper. It stings. It shouldn’t sting, but it does. I tell myself it shouldn’t. That dulls it a bit. I reassure myself and that dulls it a bit more. But it never goes away. We’re not together and it shouldn’t hurt. We have no obligation to each other. It doesn’t matter. That’s what I tell myself. I tell myself I’m just not that type of guy. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach when I finally noticed that she’d disappeared with another man. It wasn’t exactly jealousy that gripped my heart and kicked me in the gut. It was that foolish longing, that hope that if things were slightly different, that could be me in there, holding her close, kissing passionately, hands delicately wandering. But, alas, it isn’t me. Could it ever

Stalker

Just so everyone knows, I found this in a stack of old books and magazines. This got published in a magazine of student publications when I was a junior in High School. I didn't spend very much time on it then and I refrained from doing as little as possible to it in inserting it into the computer so you might see how my writing has evolved in the last decade. Enjoy. You walk through the tall weeds, stooping down. Your hind legs propel you smoothly, your fore-legs balance you correctly. Your fur rustles in anticipation as you examine your prey from a distance. It moves slowly and sluggishly but it can be fast as needed. You edge toward it as your father taught you, making little noise. It doesn’t notice you. You circle to the left, gliding out of the tall weeds and into the tall grass. The green, unshorn grass crackles and bristles beneath you as you motion forward as your keen sense of hearing alerts you to the presence of something behind you. You glance backward; your slan

One Last Kiss

During the movie it felt as though they were sitting with a seat between them. Marion had planned on ending what little relationship they had months ago, but the puppy-dog look in Luke’s eyes always managed to keep her around a little while longer. She wasn’t interested in a relationship with anyone with any amount of weight to it, all she needed were friends and confidantes; people to be there for her. She reached a point in her life where the arms of a man held no comfort for her. Luke had made the unfortunate mistake of buying tickets to a comedy. Neither of them laughed during the film. The palpable tension between them made the funny movie seem sad. He’d suspected what was coming, but didn’t know when. She knew it was coming, but didn’t know when the courage to do it would be there. The credits of the film ended. Neither of them had the inclination to rise before then. Luke stood first, shaking his head. “It was….uh…a good movie.” “Sure.” She didn’t know

The Last Dance

The light in the room was low, candles close to burning out over an eaten meal and an empty bottle of wine. A Frank Sinatra record played quietly in the background. It’s the last dance... His voice was low, hushed as though he might have been hiding from an intruder. “I had a dream about you last night.” Her reply grew soft and quiet, to match his tone, “What was it about?” “I dreamt that we said goodbye.” “Goodbye?” “I woke up sad, almost crying.” She had nothing to say. Sinatra filled in the gaps, still I want to hold you forever and more... “I don’t know why we said goodbye, but it seemed so permanent. I got the idea in my dream that I’d never see you again and I couldn’t bear it.” To read the rest of this story, you can purchase it here for the Kindle in the collection "The Accidental Date and Other Stories of Longing, Romance and Woe", or click the button below to order a .PDF of the collection. The collection contains 11 other stories fr

Teen Titans Go!

Some guys at DC asked Derek to see some Teen Titans and so he asked me to write him four pages to draw. This is what he did. ( Jeremey Treece did the colors.) If you ask me, it looks phenomenal. It was hard to write only four pages though.... I wanted to write more. (click each picture to enlarge it)

Videos

Since I haven't had time to write anything for the short story corner recently because of our editing deadlines on Killer at Large , I thought that I'd be able to post up a list of videos I've been responsible for. Missy Trailer - So, first up is the trailer for Missy , my first film, co-written, co-produced and co-directed with Elias. Missy tells the story of two men traveling in a spaceship and things take a turn for the worst when they start to show signs of cabin fever. This was made right when we got out of high school across 1999 and 2000 and made it to the semi-final round at No-Dance in 2001. The Misbehavers: Teaser , Trailer , Celebrity Bonerfest , Operation Nighthawk - Elias and I had worked on films and screenplays with a chap named Ryan Williams for quite a while and in late 2003, he called us up and asked us to help market his film at the 2004 Sundance film festival. We said we would, but the film wasn't actually in the 2004 Sundance film festival. So

Movie Reviews

I've decided to post a list of film reviews I've written. Most of these also appear on the IMDb. (If you go to the film on IMDb and click on "External Reviews," that's where you'll find the reviews.) This list goes from most recent review to oldest. I'm sure you'll see a progression in the quality of the reviews. The earliest ones are really only a few sentences long, a paragraph at most. The newer ones get into more depth. At the bottom you will find essays I've written about movies, the movie going experience and the film industry. The Watchmen (2009) The Mindscape of Alan Moore (2003) Burn After Reading (2008) The Clone Wars (2008) Salvador (1986) The Dark Knight (2008) Wanted (2008) The Incredible Hulk (2008) Kung Fu Panda (2008) Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008) Iron Man (2008) Shine A Light (2008) Leatherheads (2008) James Bond Movies (1981-2006) There Will Be Blood (2007) (again) Cassandra's Dream (2007) Jam

Much Ado About Nothing

Hello everyone. It seems as though you've found my blog of Short Stories. It seems as though there has been much to do about a short story Jason wrote and that I posted. I would hope that you've come here, not to read just that, but all the material I have to offer here and to see what I've been up to. Click here for the official "About Me." Click here for the complete list of stories on the blog. And as far as Jason's story goes, you have to admit, it was pretty funny and the facts contained therein were pretty funny, too. If anyone has a short story response, I'd be happy to post it, otherwise feel free to leave a comment. The free flow of ideas and criticism is encouraged in this artistic space. Love, Bryan

GUEST STORY: To Hell and Back Again: A Jason's Journey

Okay. This is the first guest story here on the short story blog. This is the first short story my little brother, Jason, has seen through to completion and I told him when (and if) he finished it to his liking, I would post it here. Yes, this stuff all happened. So, without further ado, here's Jason: This is a story about Memorial Day weekend, when I went to my father’s house with my little sister, and he threw a party for his friends. It is also a story describing how and what my father is. He thinks farts are funny but he’s upset by people talking with their mouth full. It is rare that you have a conversation with him where he doesn’t interrupt it with a burp but talking on a cell phone at the dinner table is an atrocity. I talked to a friend, and told him some things about my father and he said that I gave him a completely different impression of him then my brother had. His impressions based on what he heard from my brother made him sound like a red neck. The impress