Day 39.

fuck, we were supposed to write a story about a theft and i wrote this, which is basically... based on this image (and a year late therefore obsolete):



Kurt stared through his translucent-blue water bottle, watching the people turn blue as they passed by his desk. He was trying not to panic. Every Thursday, James Cameron had his lackeys pitch him at least four ideas for movies. He believed the children, or at least the college graduates desperate for an in to the business, were the future, and he tried to listen to them.
Kurt now dreaded Wednesday every week, the endless nights of tapping his foot to a blank mind. The bags under his eyes were becoming serious. When he went home, his little sister pinched and poked them, as if that would make them disappear.
Someone paused in front of his desk, talking to the person in the adjacent cubicle. Kurt studied them, a sky-colored copy of themselves, and shot up from his spinny chair.
"I know what to pitch!" he mumbled triumphantly as he ran down the hall. "Sir, I'm ready for my appointment!"
James Cameron folded his hands behind his head.
Kurt launched into excited gestures. "So there's this land of blue people, right? And there's this one boy, he's an orphan because his parents were killed by the evil blue person, right? So he grows up in his aunt's house, but then he discovers he can do magic, and he goes to the magic blue person school--"
"Hold on, hold on. Is this just Harry Potter?"
"Well yes but with blue people!"
"Son, you can't just change the skin tone of the actors in a movie and keep everything else. That's called plagiarism."
"Wait, I have another one."
James Cameron sighs. "Okay"
"Okay, there's this guy, right? And he's not exactly popular, but he's in love with this really smart, kinda uptight girl, and he asks her out and she says yes but her father, who's this dick who steals from old people, disapproves and so she breaks up with him and--"
"Kid. That's been made. God, what a waste of my valuable time."
"But you didn't let me finish the most important part!"
"And what's that?"
"All the characters," Kurt paused for effect, "are blue."
"You know what I am a very busy man, who directed the motherfucking Titanic, all right, so I do not need to REMAKE 'SAY ANYTHING' WITH BLUE PEOPLE."
"But it's a completely fresh take!"
James Cameron glared at Kurt.
"Okay okay, sorry. I guess I need to add a little more pizazz. Okay, how about this. There's this really small rural town in the South, right, and there's these two sisters. They have really rough childhoods, right. One of them gets pregnant by her father at like 14, and the other runs away and goes to Africa as a missionary-- but the first one, she stays in the town because she's married to this horrible guy who treats her like a maid and a slave. She hates him, obviously, but one day this woman comes to live with them, and she and the girl get really close and then the girl finds these letters from her sister--"
"No. No, no, no, no. Fucking no."
"Wait, at least hear the title."
"What is the fucking title, then?"
"The Color Blue."
"Get the fuck out of my office."
"Okay, I will, but I just have one more, and I'm sorry about the others but this is the one. This one you'll like"
A vein pulsed in James Cameron's forehead. "One more?"
"That's it."
"Be quick."
"Okay, so a ship's carrying this guy to this new place. The guy is with this company that's planning to mine this new place but then he falls in love with one of the natives, and they obviously don't want him to mine their home, and then she goes to Grandmother Willow, this tree, for advice, and she tells Poca--"
James Cameron put a finger up to stop him, lost in thought. "I love it."
Kurt figured that was a good moment to say it. "Oh, and it's all made with blue people."
James Cameron said, "Perfect."