December 14, 2014

The End is (Somewhat) Nigh!

This is my freshman year play in high school. I co-wrote the play (And acted as the delightfully flamboyant Hades) with my friend Matthew Hale (Who plays Cthulhu) and is a religious satire with a musical number written by yours truly. I would like to thank everyone who helped make this play, and to just say how relieved I am that it was such a success.
Cast: 
Tyler Wanke- Ares (The God of War)   
Jack Preskitt (Me)- Hades (Lord of the Undrworld)
Lucas Kadeg- Zeus (God of Lightening)    
Greta Rose- Unnamed/ Unimportant Yelling Scientist
Logan Smith- Narrator/ Yelling, Dying Guy  
Alex Hale- Agent J (Jesus Christ)
Matthew Hale- Cthulhu
Written By: 
Matthew Hale (Mostly) and Jack Preskitt (Song "Welcome to Hell", and half of the jokes)




My song couldn't be heard from the uproarious laughter (wasn't expecting that at all by the way), so I have taken the liberty to post the lyrics here: 

Welcome to hell!
The underworld is hella swell
The flames of sin burn hella hell
But everyone is happy here
That's why we sing this happy cheer!





October 19, 2014

"The Crew" Page #8

WARNING: The Following is a Continuing Story Arc, and May End in a Cliffhanger:



So there I was… out of breath and waiting for Buck to arrive at the park. So I waited… And waited… And waited… And waited… And waited… And waited… And waite- okay, I think you get the picture.

I waited a total of ten minutes, but I was counting every second that I waited for Buck’s “army” to illuminate what exactly I was even waiting for. Buck’s vagueness and suspense never worked so well… that and the magic squirrel thing (that phrase must sound so weird out of context). Ten minutes of waiting finally amounted to the anticipated arrival of Buck and Luke.

Luke was tall, standing at 5’’7, and bore straight, golden hair, barely reaching down to his ears. His eyes were an icy blue, and his skin was whiter than… a piece of printer paper. Printer paper’s pretty white.. That’s a pretty good analogy.

Luke was Buck’s cousin, along with pretty much half of the town. Cloverdale was Hunt-Territory, and if you messed with any of them, the whole town was against you. This gave Buck a sort of diplomatic immunity when it came to adventuring; if we just so happened to step on private property, we’d get off Scott Free, and wouldn’t have to sneak around like spies (however, we did some times ‘cause playing spy is fun!). Once a landowner saw the trademark Hunt blonde hair, he knew he mustn't mess with this group of trespassers.

The two walked down the street to the park, both with amazingly serious expressions. Buck was holding the Spell Book in one arm, and a notebook in the other. The two wore matching sunglasses, which may sound kinda tacky, but Buck could pull of sunglasses and he knew it. As the two slowly strutted down Clark Ave. to the meeting place, I couldn't help but gaze at the total bad-ass looking duo.


I wiped off the sweat of my forehead and fixed my hair in the camera of my phone. I coolly walked over to the two, slyly saying, “Oh yeah, we’re doing that meeting thing today, aren’t we?” I couldn’t let Buck know that his tactic of anticipation worked on me.



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