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In an attempt to unify my web presence the URL www.christapagliei.com now directs to my tumblr.

This site will no longer be updated, but will remain up! My most recent CV, contact info ETC is available at my official site.

Thank you!

Colonel : One Word : 60 seconds

His cold metal buttons reflected the moon above. His jaw, disconnected on one side, swung back and forth. Tongue lolling, blood dripping the shambling corpse groaned.
“It’s the colonel.” James gasped.

Images Of Folks I Will Never Know

In which I tell you a little story before we go to bed.

My First Screen Credit

The Swamp Witch

Writing prompt: You’re given one word, and sixty seconds to write about it.
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WORD: DISTILLED
TIME: 90 Seconds (I didn’t set my buzzer correctly today…)
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The steam snaked its way up the corkscrew of glass that rose from the beaker, the vapor collecting in the iridescent loops. The mixture, though a lavender in the beaker, was a deep purple as it dripped slowly into the the clear glass bottle that he would cork to bring on his journey. The process seemed to take hours, but Jason sat patiently in the rickety wooden chair in the witch's hut.
"Some things are worth the wait." he thought to himself.
One of those was certainly a bottle of the most potent distilled nightmare in the valley, especially from the Swamp Witch herself.
"Someone" he said out loud to nobody "will be willing to trade."

60 Seconds on a One Word Topic: Stolen

It had never gone missing before, so its disappearance perplexed Marianne. In fact the reason it had never gone missing was that the key had never been used, it simply hung on the wall as a strange decoration. There were no skeleton key locks in her home, not as far back as she could remember. The idea that the key would be stolen, or that anybody would want to steal it made no sense to her.

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Image from The Graphics Fairy

Prompt work : Rebound / Time: 60 Seconds

The capsule rocketed around the the small, super-dense moon. Its intense gravity drawing the tiny ship around like a whip. The metal shell superheated, and Nara Thomason began to sweat in her regulation star-suit.

Rebuilding : 60 Second Project

The Rebuilding was unlike anything they'd ever seen before. Thousands and thousands of the creatures swarming en-masse from the hills, their jaw sticky with the glue like saliva that they used to build their homes, marched towards the blackened pit.

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Some time ago I embarked upon a challenge wherein Monday to Friday I would use a random word generated by oneword.com and write about it for 60 seconds.

I did this for quite some time before abandoning the exercise.

With certain developments in my personal and professional life I feel that it is time to return to the project.

TV Guide Exclusive Season 5 Promo

WHITE COLLAR SEASON 5 PROMO

Check out the promo for the show I've been working on.
Our season begins Thursday, October 17th at 9pm!!
I can't believe how close we are to wrapping & to our big premier.
Time flies pretty fast when you're working with the most charming con-artist, coolest FBI agent, cleverest thief,*best damn production team* around.

All Frank Wanted Was a Beer

All Frank wanted was a beer. It was hot inside the kitchen, and his shift was over. His white paper hat slid forward. He pulled it off the rest of the way. 

“Make sure you clock out Frankie.”

Tammy said as she swayed past holding a legal pad. Her cropped denim jacket had rhinestones on the back and they reflected a wonky constellation on the wall behind her. She was an alright old bird, and a decent boss, even if she did tend to squeeze a dime, as Shelly’d say, till it screamed.

Shelly as if by some miraculous cue walked by him carrying a tray. He slowed down to let her walk ahead of him. She bent at the waist to bus the table. He paused to take out a cigarette from his pack.

“If you keep making that face, it’ll get stuck that way.”

She stood and turned to look at him.

He raised his eyebrows .

“You know your free pass to all of this” he gestured to his torso “is still good.”

Shelly rolled her eyes.

“Once is enough.”

He stepped closer to her.

“If I remember correctly, once was not enough, neither was twice.”

She threw the damp rag at his face, the acrid tang of ammonia stung his nostrils.

She swept past him, and quipped

“Well what’s a girl to do if you can’t do it right the first time.”

He stepped into he diner doorway.

“Bitch.”

“See you at the bar asshat.” She yelled from the kitchen.

Stepping onto the avenue, the heat seemed less oppressive, though it was only a little cooler than in front of the grill. The lit match burnt green, then yellow.

Tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel it.

The Five Mysteries

The Magpie nests, a nefarious thief. 

Takes tin from various containers 

in the reef of brick & mortar.

Do you remember the agonies of love 

& the din of celestial birds? 

Winter is ending & the ice 

is singing, learned, at the water's edge. 

Shards piled up like ashes 

from the fires. The iron taste that's in your mouth

the flavor of the bridges, tunnels & yards & rising 

wonders. Spray-marked etchings,

the lilting echoing of sorrowful mysteries.

Warblings for creeping & ballads for weeping

crucify intentions & speculate on the resurrection

of hopes that shiver under plastic like mighty wings

outspread with crowning pins & needles 

arching across backs & arms o'erstreched. 

Pluck a shining bauble, secret

it within your heart. Nestle

dreams of was & never was 

of has & never had.

Every party has a bride, a corpse

& a heart'll ache with the glories

of this world, with the gifts of devotion. 

Bright ghosts & sharp beaks

by the 34th street train by the building

where doves escaped from windows

& cast ravens on the walls.

A revelation in flesh & divine consecration

of this world a vast & inconceivable rose 

rooted deep & feeding on the void.

The noise will bloom luminous

& boom so loud it whitewashes

sound into silence. 

The baubles & the tin

will be melted where they lay

in center loosed prayer. 

& that Light, ever expanding,

will bleach our hollow bones to brightness

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