Ficlets

The noise is deafening, the crowd is ecstatic, flashes and shouts disrupting reality as I step out of the limo. As I stand, the noise gets louder and I smile, greeting them humbly, as humbly as possible.
It started when I created the character of Brewster Marcus, billionaire playboy gone completely psycho. The first screenplay I wrote made me noxious and I vomited daily as I wrote it. They read it. They loved it. They made it. They bought it. 300 million box office cash opening weekend, broke records. After I was revived from shock I greedily sat in my office once again and regurgitated a sequel. Bing bang boom, 260 million. I literally swam in my own cash, just to try it out.
This is what I wanted. ever since I saw my first film. I knew I had it in me. Writing is my passion. But Brewster Marcus? He is not who I wanted it to be. I wanted the man that makes me famous to be intelligent, reach people intellectually. But hey, I want to be rich, so I give them what they want.