The stories of Bryan Young

So, Shawn Bird read my original short story of " The Train from Hell to Heaven " and liked it so much he asked if I could let him do it as a mini-comic. I tweaked the story so it would fit in 10 pages and here is the rough draft (I still want to polish the letters, pick a nice font, fix some of the gramatic mistakes, it needs to be colored too, etc.) but this is it. Mainly. So. Enjoy. Click on the pages to Enlarge them. Let me know what you think.

I wrote this as a comic script for Derek. It was a challenge because he asked for two pages and to make it kid friendly. Also, I don't know if there's going to be a short story next month. I sort of accidentally started writing a novel I didn't know I had in me. Before I knew it I had a hundred pages of it. I'm trying to focus on that because it's coming so easily, but I'll try to get a short story done. PAGE ONE: Panel one: LOGO: The Adventures of Chet Chesterfield: Episode 6 - Doctor Monocle's Revenge! Panel two: TEXT Last time in the exciting Adventures of Chet Chesterfield: Our hero, the intrepid explorer and treasure hunter CHET CHESTERFIELD and his trusty friend and sidekick JIMMY MAGILLACUTTY, were traveling to the cursed peak of MONOCLE MOUNTAIN in search of the fabled TREASURE of the CAT'S EYE DIAMOND, when they were attacked by the undead, brought to life by the evil DR. MONOCLE, using his patented ZOMBIE RAY. Panel three: Jimmy and Chet a...

I've been told that my preface's before the story cause some of you not to read the story. So, without further ado, here's the story: My wife dragged me into the dress shop knowing the only thing I’d have to do is twiddle my thumbs, waiting for her to try on two truckloads of sun dresses and blouses. She would always promise to not be more than a minute, but in all my years of marriage, a visit to a clothing store has never lasted less than a few hours. I hate shopping, but I love my wife, so I suppose one cancels the other out. And, at the end of the day, it’s wonderful to see her all dolled up in a dozen different designer dresses. Even after years of marriage, her beauty could take my breath away. I was so afraid when I got married that her attractiveness would wear down smooth on me, but such has never been the case with Veronica. I’ve heard of it happening to other men. They grow so used to the beauty of their wives that it doesn’t seem beautiful anymore, si...

This is but a sample of this story.  The complete version is available in my print collection  Man Against the Future.   From there, you can order signed copies, or buy it for the Kindle or the Nook. It can also be read in the book  God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut . It is available digitally and in print. I have been dead for a very long time. I wouldn’t know how long a time as here in Hell time doesn’t work as it used to up there on the surface. But whatever time we do have down here, we pass it by doing this and that. Those of us that are down here used to be very bad people. We have been cured of that. We have come to understand the error of our ways. We have been looked down upon as we used to look down upon others and we came to realize it was not a very pleasant. Most of us have been cured, anyway. There are a few rare exceptions. Occasionally I play Whist with a few of the guys: Julius Caesar and Presidents Nixon and Reagan. I never knew Nixon on...

UPDATE: We ended up calling the film "The Fleapit Three." Below I've added the trailer. This is the screenplay we've been shooting. This is the shooting draft in .PDF format. Let me know what you think. It would be interesting to note the differences in the script and the differences in what you see on the screen. Click here to download the .PDF ... (It was written in Final Draft 6) Sorry about the hosting service link. If anyone has a better way for me to post this, let me know.

James Hemlock could not see the world through normal eyes. Everything to him was seen through the lens of a stage drama. When entering a grocery store, his head would tell him that he must enter through the doors stage right, find his vegetables with conviction and exit stage left. Any exchanges he had with the grocers or the checkers or the bagboys was instantly translated into a page of script in his head. Bearing in mind that he would always appear much more eloquent in his head than in reality, a typical scene in a grocery store would look like this: The curtain rises. A grocery store. Enter HEMLOCK, a successful stage actor and teacher, to buy his weekly allotment of food. He is dashing and walks with a disarming swagger. He’s blonde with a red beard and penetrating gray eyes. After making his vegetable selections, he moves upstage to speak with the CHECK-OUT GIRL. Hemlock: ‘Tis a wonderously beautiful day for shopping? ‘Tisn’t it? Checker: ‘Tis Master Hemlock. ‘Ti...

When I moved to Utah, I felt like I was as out of place as a kid could get. That was last year. I’m 14 now so things aren’t that bad anymore. I guess. I moved here from California because my parents thought I would have to join a gang or something to get along in school. That was crazy. I’m white and I’m a nerd. Guys in gangs at my old school were tough Hispanic kids. I got offered weed one time, but that’s not like joining a gang. (It was on the playground when I was in fifth grade. I said no.) So, the summer between my last year of elementary school and my first year of junior high, we moved to Utah. The adjustment to the people was the weirdest part. I’m not Mormon and everyone around here seems to be. I talked to some missionaries, but I really don’t care about going to church. (I’d rather role play at my friends house on Sunday than hear about God. I had plenty of that when I was in Catechism in California.) But it’s not just the religion thing, everyone around here seemed a...