Back to Gammon: or I Know This Place

By Jake Frakes and Nick Zelinger

Composed as a script, Back to Gammon is a clever tale full of oddball and mischievous characters. It's designed not only to be read, but performed. It's the perfect creative exercise for the classroom, the acting studio,or anyone seeking to find or reignite their creative energy.

Back to Gamm

• Language: English
• Publisher: My Creative Journey
• Release date: Aug 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781944275037

Jake Frakes

Jake Frakes is an accomplished artist, author, speaker and a creative motivator/instigator.

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INTRODUCTION

IT’S TIME TO JOURNEY!

Everything we do every day presents an opportunity to enhance our creative abilities. Your creativity is constantly around and inside of you.

Your current future … your world … can be turned upside down. I challenge you to ask yourself (as you read along) … is this story in the past, present or future?

Simply take in a breath … and you will discover YOU. Recognizing that creativity that is constantly in and out of your life is about to be discovered, with an option to apply any amount toward your own life. It is like the air you breathe; it’s always here for you to feel and utilize. Take it all in stride. Jot and doodle along with the characters and explore with the explorers. The various stories are designed for you to participate using your own creativity.

The characters you will meet are sometimes similar to ones that you may already know. Each one has some form of creative relationship providing you with making your own resourceful discoveries. Sense and believe in your own powerful imagination. In the process you may find more of YOU in this wonderful journey called life.

Welcome to your creative journey from My Creative Journey.

Read on and enjoy, then inspire.

1

GAMMON

EXTERIOR: DAY

OPEN OUTSIDE THE WORLD

OBSERVATORY BUILDING

People randomly shuffle in. Follow one group into the observatory area seating up front, next to the humongous telescope.

Our point-of-view moves through the telescope lens and into space. A stately female moderator begins the voiceover.

VOICEOVER

- Traveling through the universe at warping speeds and viewing unbelievable cosmic sights ...

Montage of actual Hubble Telescope universe encounters.

VOICEOVER (cont’d.)

- "... notice the Gamma Nebula which is some twenty-five million light years from our planet and traveling toward the MacJavia Galaxy existing over thirty-two million light years away from us.

The viewpoint surges forward approaching light speed and then to the fastest speed ever known— Dark Speed.

VOICEOVER (cont’d.)

- … As we rapidly pull away from our galaxy, millions of other galaxies appear throughout the universe, which eventually turns from familiar black to a purest white and then back to black. Everything is so beautiful ... so colorful ... so majestic ... so overwhelming ... A-HEY, wait a minute! What’s that gray and black planet over there? (Scure-e-e-ech)

All the galactic vistas slowly fade into the distance.

VOICEOVER (cont’d.)

- Please, pan back three degrees. We’ve never noticed ... a ... excuse me ladies and gentlemen; please remain seated with your seat backs in their upright positions. Please, no parking in any of the white zones ... we are now, going to cancel the remainder of our observatory renditions ..."

(Voiceover steadily fades to a spaced, hesitant quaver with a background of cracking, static-hissing, white noise.)

-INTRO MUSIC UP-

Float toward the gray and black planet’s surface at a colorful spot emerging as a rapidly growing, glistening castle.

Slowly drift through the highest tower window into its chamber. A young lady sleeps on an elaborately designed bed. Zoom focus on her gray colored left hand.

-MUSIC FADES OUT-

The young lady’s hand begins to tremble.

-Pull back-

Her entire body begins to quake. She sits up and screams ...

PJs

- JI-I-V-US-S-S!

Sandmon comes bursting through the chamber’s double doors.

PJs (cont’d.)

- It’s back, oh my goodness that nightmare, it came back!

Noooo! Just look at me, Sandy. All my creative tools are being taken from me. I’m slowly shriveling up!

Sandmon begins running in circles honking and pointing feverishly at Pajama’s hand.

SANDMON

- Hooonk, HOOOONK! HHHHooooonk!

PJs

- Sandmon, my one and only Sandmon, we must seek out Wizard Kazoosoo, quickly. (Big Yawn) Let’s hurry!!!

PJs frantically slides into her slippers and robe, then moves to the window that looks over the dismal and dreary landscape.

PJs (cont’d.)

- First, The Original Boar and his Boar Ring took away OUR laughter, then OUR feelings and finally our ...

(sigh)

... DREAMS. Just look and listen to those awful sounds of subjection throughout what was once our vibrant city.

None of them have minds of their own.

Distant view from window of gray city and blaring crackling echo from P.A. system that gives monotone orders followed by a randomly repeating sour bell (dank) sound.

PUBLIC ADDRESS

- … stand up ... sit down ... not there ... move over there … (dank) …this is an order … Do as I do … you are very little … This is the way … (dank) …

Close up of PJs as tears drop from her eyes. She pulls herself together wiping the droplets from her face and moving in haste around the room.

PJs

- Sandy, you, Wizard Kazoosoo and me are the only Creatists left on this deteriorating planet ... and now The Original Boar and the Grays are slowly taking our vibrancies away from us. They won’t stop. And just look at my hand! I should never have trusted The Boar or The Council. They are relentless to control everything. Now they have succeeded in infiltrating my precious dreams. (sigh)

(Petting the bed.)

They will never take you though, my Dreamboat. (Yawn)

Tearful pause.

PJs (cont’d.)

- You have always been here throughout my inspirational dream sequences and beautiful thoughts. I won’t take this anymore ... It’s time to put an end to all of this lunacy!

Getting up and lunging toward the window.

PJs (cont’d.)

- There has got to be a way, there JUST has-ta.

Sandmon cradles PJs’ gray hand kissing and stroking it repeatedly as PJs glances back out the window.

PJs (cont’d.)

- Look! (Yawn) Now The Boar is stealing all the Artisans and Creatists and is corrupting this castle and everything inside. He promised to never come near this castle! ... and just LOOK! … LOOK at my hand!

PJs and Sandmon scurry out of the room down the spiral staircase, through several rooms, doorways, hallways and down into a very dimly lit basement area.

Immediately several bluish-gray Brats wiggle back through a gaping hole in the wall. Out from the large hole flows Mini-boar Choppers that swirl and burst. Each burst emits grayish goo, which coats the walls and floors.

PJs

- Hey you, Brats! STOP all this RIGHT NOW!

One Brat emerges holding a snouted-speaker Boar Box in front of its head.

BOAR BOX

- Hah … what’s that you say! Who are you? (dank)

PJs

- Hey, Boar, I know you and your Boar Ring are behind all this. YOU promised ME that anything of mine was to be left alone as long as I would not express any of my vibrancy (sigh) … outside of this castle.

BOAR BOX

- Ahh! Miss Pajamas, you have failed to secure your promise to my Council of Gammon … or my Boar Ring, as you put it.

(dank)

Perhaps you need to look closer at this so-called home of yours and keep it more like WE perceive it should be. AND, look even closer and you may find one of your own-kind has deceived you. AND … in addition, The Council will soon be hearing of this little episode.

(dank)

PJs glances toward a far corner of the room and notices an even larger hole in the wall, with a silhouetted figure of a familiar man sitting upright inside the entrance to the hole. She runs toward it shooing Brats and Mini-Boar Choppers out of her way, halting about four or five feet from the seated figure.

PJs

- WIZARD KAZOOSOO, what have they done to you?!

PJs moves closer toward the figure as