I am a stunt devil.
I do stunts.
Once I broke my spine.
It was scarier for everyone else than it was for me.
They took me to the hospital.
I had to tell them to clam down.
They asked what clam down meant.
i used to be a stunt double. until june 2000. thats when the accident happened. i was working on the set of some shoot out fire storm car chase action film with tom cruise or keanu reaves or someone…i dont remember anymore. it was the greatest week of my life. the stunts were incredible. until the last one.
I can’t believe you pulled this fucking stunt with me she cursed.
I did, my head hangs in shame.
I’m sorry.
They all swirl around my head.
I drown in my sorrys.
You just shake your head and walk away.
You’re eyes don’t speak of wrath or sadness, just disappointment.
That was an amazing stunt that I saw at the circus. The man was able to put flames in his mouth. Not only that, but sharp, long knives went down his throat too. I can’t believe that they have the bravery to do this!! What will they do next?
“Punch me in the face”, Sherlock was gesturing to his cheek. “Sorry, what?” John said. “Punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear?” Sherlock said slowly and sarcastically. “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ except it’s usually subtext,” John replied. “Oh, for God’s sake,” Sherlock says and punches John hard enough in the jaw to make him mad.
Yes, he always has been an insufferable twat but maybe he should let Sherlock pull off this stunt for The Woman. It’s been a while since they had an interesting enough case, anyway.
Coffee doesn’t stunt your growth. My older brother started drinking coffee as treatment for his ADD when he was 14. He’s now 26 and 6’9″ tall. Coffee is delicious.
Coffee doesn’t stunt your growth. My older brother started drinking coffee as treatment for his ADD when he was 14. He’s now 26 and 6 feet, 9 and a half inches.
An actor in a movie will pretend to jump off a building to die, but the person to actually jump is a stunt devil. They are people putting their lives into a dangerous situation because they have to do action stuff when the actors are getting all the glory for being in the movie
The edge came near. It seems like forever even though I am out of breath. The edge. It’s here. I jump. I fall. I cringe and expect the worse. As always I’m safe. Adrenaline rushes through me. Euphoria.
Like stunt people! Or the episode in Psych called “American Duos”… or maybe the expression “I do my own stunts!” Like the good life t-shirt thingys, with the stick people and dogs and weird things like bikes
The stunt was wonderful, it was lovely, it was red canvas floating in the air.
The woman stood poised on the rope
Her hands out, brushing the air
The audience below, collectively holding their breath
She was waiting
drumroll
A breath, another one,
The woman picks up her leg, and then the other
and then begins to walk
and walk
and walk
across the rope,and then
jumped down and floated gently to the ground.
The stunt was set. Everything was in place or at least they thought it was. See the peculiar thing about this flashy set up and good looking daredevil was the fact that he didnt have any fucking clue what he was doing. He thought he did. But he went about his pre-performance warm up like every act was going to be scrutinized when really he should have been worried about have a good time and making sure the crowd did too.
Stunted growth is something that I was always afraid of due to my asthma medicine. Maybe that’s why I’m so small. I wonder If I would have been taller if I hadn’t had to take all of those steroids. But i suppose it’s better being small than dead.
“That was one stunt you pulled there,” you said condescendingly. “I hope you enjoyed it, because this won’t happen again.” We’ll see about that, I thought derisively. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I turned away so you wouldn’t see my smirk.
I want to fly high, soar. Like those stunt doubles in movies. I want to be shot out of a canon, just once, to know what it feels like. I want to skydive, just to test the laws of gravity.
stuntin is a habit just like; me. To be perfect is such a waste of tie. But, is it really? I want to know how good it would feel to have a perfect body, beautiful skin, a normal height. I want to know what its like to be wanted, but until then stuntin is a habit, hide, hide, hide your true feelins.
thats in cheerleading they can be dangorous i once gave someone a consussion doing a stunt i used to be a flyer but im not anymore i got fat for it so now im not i like cheer but the girls on there arnt so nice i wish i was a good fyler nad good at stunts
I feel stunted in my growth as the world around me changes.
Someone come give me care and water.
Love.
It’s love that is missing.
You will find me waiting upon this wooden windowsill.
Next to the roses and other plants.
And then he was running, fire exploding around him had the thrill inside of his bones were what carted him forward. He had never moved so fast in his life, never felt the adrenaline running through his veins like this before. It was electricity, it was fire, it was life and he didn’t want to let it go.
That stunt he pulled by throwing himself down the stairs was ridiculous. “I fell,” he claimed. Right. Putting the spotlight on him instead of where it should have been is what he was doing. How dare he ruin my wedding day? How dare he?! But there it was. Done.
people pull stunts all the time. stupid stunts that nobody approves of but that you pull anyway. everyone does it. stuntmen are the best at it i guess. but those are not the stunts i mean. stunts are silly.
I tend to behave like an idiot. I jump around walk about and simply feel the walls, the floor and even the air hit my face, legs and hands. I was once told I should be a stunt. Im so used to the pain and the rush that it comes natural to me.
James pulled a nac 360 off of the jump. James. Not me. I couldn’t bloody well believe it. Anger warred with jealously in my heart and my cheeks burned. That was my jump, my hard work, and my ten hours a week of wipe-outs and cases.
So my first writing here is a stunt, im guessing i can write anything about stunt or stunting or someone doing a stunt or something to that extent. With the entire world at my disposal theres so much to write about! not! im drawing a blank, so the only stunt i can offer in this is the writing itself.
it was a dark day in the cold summer of ’93. I had three friends on me to my right and they delved in the deep woods. with hatchets in hand we pulled the greatest stunt of our adolescent lives. We cut down the biggest red wood present on the west coast. Feeling no shame, we cut it up and gave it to the wandering squirrels that needed the wood.
a stunt.
People talk about a snowball effect. But what they don’t know is that they know less than they think.
Because a stunt, a simple stunt, is perhaps more effective than anyone would have thought.
You can easily distinguish those type of men (or women – let’s not be sexist here) down on the street. Walking — or more rather, driving or roaring down the street in an out-spoken attitude, ripped jeans and a teared jacket thinking they look cool, one of those kind of teenagers always up for the next prank. Bandages running to and fro from every available surface, perhaps.
Or maybe a stunt person just doesn’t HAVE to have tattoos or be real sassy. It could really just be a stupid boy. Everybody can be stupid. The valedictorians, the honor department. Everybody.
In that case, I’d be the stuntiest stunt person ever, because nobody would be stupid to write THAT.
But here is how it all started. One time locked out of my house, during winter, I had the need to get inside. I attempted to simulate a stunt that I had seen on television, break open an old window and get inside. A lie. In the fact that its only a half truth: my parents locked me out (my mother and horrid step-father) and my anger boiled. I wasn’t going to take this any-more. I broke open the door window. They weren’t going to stop me! I pulled my arm back, a few more seconds – I grimaced, my teeth clenched – and then I struck!
Shattered the window by having my elbow go through, the elbow stayed as the glass came down. A large piece instantly slicing the side of my arm. Little cuts all over my arm. I withdrew, my mother – concerned – came forward. Blood trickled downwards, I felt faint, I felt like an actor in a movie. I felt like I was a tragic character. My head bobbed in practice. I came inside and found it was much colder than window indoors, my parents let me bleed.
I sat and resolved that I was alone. One event out of hundreds that have formed this mind here, today.
A man named stunt the stunt man was heading to his job to meet the director. he was to play the role of a stunted tree stump and thought he would do well. little did he know he woundnt.
the motorcycle purred, i as scared but ready. I revved the engine not just once but twice and started the stunt. I hit the ramp and flew up into the air like a flying trapeze artist. If that chick wasnt already impressed she would be now.
The stuntmaster met me on the side of the road, in a tiny coffee shop. I asked him why he was there, because you wouldn’t think of a stuntman in the middle of nowhere in a coffee shop, but then he told me that he was in the coffee shop because that was his stunt: how long he could stay away from a big city without going insane.
what a shinanigan. such reckless abandon why would he pull a stunt like that. Doesn’t he know that I worry, just how much I care? I love him for it, and hate him too. what a stunt…
life is a stunt, and there’s not much time to perfect it…
I am a stunt devil.
I do stunts.
Once I broke my spine.
It was scarier for everyone else than it was for me.
They took me to the hospital.
I had to tell them to clam down.
They asked what clam down meant.
-mgj.
i used to be a stunt double. until june 2000. thats when the accident happened. i was working on the set of some shoot out fire storm car chase action film with tom cruise or keanu reaves or someone…i dont remember anymore. it was the greatest week of my life. the stunts were incredible. until the last one.
I can’t believe you pulled this fucking stunt with me she cursed.
I did, my head hangs in shame.
I’m sorry.
They all swirl around my head.
I drown in my sorrys.
You just shake your head and walk away.
You’re eyes don’t speak of wrath or sadness, just disappointment.
to do something that is dangerous or causes hurt to one’s self or others.
to do something crazy! >:D
That was an amazing stunt that I saw at the circus. The man was able to put flames in his mouth. Not only that, but sharp, long knives went down his throat too. I can’t believe that they have the bravery to do this!! What will they do next?
“Punch me in the face”, Sherlock was gesturing to his cheek. “Sorry, what?” John said. “Punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear?” Sherlock said slowly and sarcastically. “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ except it’s usually subtext,” John replied. “Oh, for God’s sake,” Sherlock says and punches John hard enough in the jaw to make him mad.
Yes, he always has been an insufferable twat but maybe he should let Sherlock pull off this stunt for The Woman. It’s been a while since they had an interesting enough case, anyway.
his heart was pounding but he would not give up. He was terrified but tried not to show it.
dangerous thing to do, crazy, might get in trouble for it, Evel Kenieval, something Gavin did once to me, loaded meaning, motorbikes
Coffee doesn’t stunt your growth. My older brother started drinking coffee as treatment for his ADD when he was 14. He’s now 26 and 6’9″ tall. Coffee is delicious.
Coffee doesn’t stunt your growth. My older brother started drinking coffee as treatment for his ADD when he was 14. He’s now 26 and 6 feet, 9 and a half inches.
sweet moves
athleticism at its finest
i was under a lot of pressure and somehow pulled off moves that looked easy!
short
dwarf
shunt
hunt
grow
An actor in a movie will pretend to jump off a building to die, but the person to actually jump is a stunt devil. They are people putting their lives into a dangerous situation because they have to do action stuff when the actors are getting all the glory for being in the movie
The edge came near. It seems like forever even though I am out of breath. The edge. It’s here. I jump. I fall. I cringe and expect the worse. As always I’m safe. Adrenaline rushes through me. Euphoria.
May be
A dream
Or it could be
A reality
Who says
What you are
What defines you
But the truth
Or maybe
A broken heart
Of lies
Killing you softly,
Slowly
Like stunt people! Or the episode in Psych called “American Duos”… or maybe the expression “I do my own stunts!” Like the good life t-shirt thingys, with the stick people and dogs and weird things like bikes
The stunt was wonderful, it was lovely, it was red canvas floating in the air.
The woman stood poised on the rope
Her hands out, brushing the air
The audience below, collectively holding their breath
She was waiting
drumroll
A breath, another one,
The woman picks up her leg, and then the other
and then begins to walk
and walk
and walk
across the rope,and then
jumped down and floated gently to the ground.
The stunt was set. Everything was in place or at least they thought it was. See the peculiar thing about this flashy set up and good looking daredevil was the fact that he didnt have any fucking clue what he was doing. He thought he did. But he went about his pre-performance warm up like every act was going to be scrutinized when really he should have been worried about have a good time and making sure the crowd did too.
Stunted growth is something that I was always afraid of due to my asthma medicine. Maybe that’s why I’m so small. I wonder If I would have been taller if I hadn’t had to take all of those steroids. But i suppose it’s better being small than dead.
“That was one stunt you pulled there,” you said condescendingly. “I hope you enjoyed it, because this won’t happen again.” We’ll see about that, I thought derisively. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I turned away so you wouldn’t see my smirk.
I want to fly high, soar. Like those stunt doubles in movies. I want to be shot out of a canon, just once, to know what it feels like. I want to skydive, just to test the laws of gravity.
stuntin is a habit just like; me. To be perfect is such a waste of tie. But, is it really? I want to know how good it would feel to have a perfect body, beautiful skin, a normal height. I want to know what its like to be wanted, but until then stuntin is a habit, hide, hide, hide your true feelins.
thats in cheerleading they can be dangorous i once gave someone a consussion doing a stunt i used to be a flyer but im not anymore i got fat for it so now im not i like cheer but the girls on there arnt so nice i wish i was a good fyler nad good at stunts
I feel stunted in my growth as the world around me changes.
Someone come give me care and water.
Love.
It’s love that is missing.
You will find me waiting upon this wooden windowsill.
Next to the roses and other plants.
And then he was running, fire exploding around him had the thrill inside of his bones were what carted him forward. He had never moved so fast in his life, never felt the adrenaline running through his veins like this before. It was electricity, it was fire, it was life and he didn’t want to let it go.
That stunt he pulled by throwing himself down the stairs was ridiculous. “I fell,” he claimed. Right. Putting the spotlight on him instead of where it should have been is what he was doing. How dare he ruin my wedding day? How dare he?! But there it was. Done.
people pull stunts all the time. stupid stunts that nobody approves of but that you pull anyway. everyone does it. stuntmen are the best at it i guess. but those are not the stunts i mean. stunts are silly.
I tend to behave like an idiot. I jump around walk about and simply feel the walls, the floor and even the air hit my face, legs and hands. I was once told I should be a stunt. Im so used to the pain and the rush that it comes natural to me.
James pulled a nac 360 off of the jump. James. Not me. I couldn’t bloody well believe it. Anger warred with jealously in my heart and my cheeks burned. That was my jump, my hard work, and my ten hours a week of wipe-outs and cases.
So my first writing here is a stunt, im guessing i can write anything about stunt or stunting or someone doing a stunt or something to that extent. With the entire world at my disposal theres so much to write about! not! im drawing a blank, so the only stunt i can offer in this is the writing itself.
it was a dark day in the cold summer of ’93. I had three friends on me to my right and they delved in the deep woods. with hatchets in hand we pulled the greatest stunt of our adolescent lives. We cut down the biggest red wood present on the west coast. Feeling no shame, we cut it up and gave it to the wandering squirrels that needed the wood.
a stunt.
People talk about a snowball effect. But what they don’t know is that they know less than they think.
Because a stunt, a simple stunt, is perhaps more effective than anyone would have thought.
You can easily distinguish those type of men (or women – let’s not be sexist here) down on the street. Walking — or more rather, driving or roaring down the street in an out-spoken attitude, ripped jeans and a teared jacket thinking they look cool, one of those kind of teenagers always up for the next prank. Bandages running to and fro from every available surface, perhaps.
Or maybe a stunt person just doesn’t HAVE to have tattoos or be real sassy. It could really just be a stupid boy. Everybody can be stupid. The valedictorians, the honor department. Everybody.
In that case, I’d be the stuntiest stunt person ever, because nobody would be stupid to write THAT.
How coincidental, watching The Fall.
But here is how it all started. One time locked out of my house, during winter, I had the need to get inside. I attempted to simulate a stunt that I had seen on television, break open an old window and get inside. A lie. In the fact that its only a half truth: my parents locked me out (my mother and horrid step-father) and my anger boiled. I wasn’t going to take this any-more. I broke open the door window. They weren’t going to stop me! I pulled my arm back, a few more seconds – I grimaced, my teeth clenched – and then I struck!
Shattered the window by having my elbow go through, the elbow stayed as the glass came down. A large piece instantly slicing the side of my arm. Little cuts all over my arm. I withdrew, my mother – concerned – came forward. Blood trickled downwards, I felt faint, I felt like an actor in a movie. I felt like I was a tragic character. My head bobbed in practice. I came inside and found it was much colder than window indoors, my parents let me bleed.
I sat and resolved that I was alone. One event out of hundreds that have formed this mind here, today.
-heart beat-
What if I get closer
Light headed, drawing me in
But I’m up so high…
A man named stunt the stunt man was heading to his job to meet the director. he was to play the role of a stunted tree stump and thought he would do well. little did he know he woundnt.
Stunt man jumps car. Car goes boom. Movie=over. Fin. New movie starts. Man jumps from plane. Plane crashes. Man go splat. Movie over. Penis.
the motorcycle purred, i as scared but ready. I revved the engine not just once but twice and started the stunt. I hit the ramp and flew up into the air like a flying trapeze artist. If that chick wasnt already impressed she would be now.
The stuntmaster met me on the side of the road, in a tiny coffee shop. I asked him why he was there, because you wouldn’t think of a stuntman in the middle of nowhere in a coffee shop, but then he told me that he was in the coffee shop because that was his stunt: how long he could stay away from a big city without going insane.
what a shinanigan. such reckless abandon why would he pull a stunt like that. Doesn’t he know that I worry, just how much I care? I love him for it, and hate him too. what a stunt…