Some of the stories you guys wrote could work for animations , I would love to maybe see a movie script form from these ideas.
Trust me, I live in LA, the film industry is lacking good stuff right now, & mafia movies are always a hit if they are done right. Registering a script can make BANK, two years ago I sold "Fallout Kids" to a studio when I was 17!
Since you all have good ideas, I wanted to contribute,
Inspired by writings on this topic, I started a story today, this is a fiction/non-fiction about the guy who was running everything but was never heard of or seen at all. I hope you can enjoy it...
New World Order Part 1
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In the golden days, time went fast & money came quick…but before the golden days, came blood.
From the time I was a boy, I got into anything I could, as long as I was away from my mother, I was free.
My mother worked every single week day from eight to five, on the weekends she was working at home, taking care of my sister, Lucy.
My dad was shot down during an alcohol truck heist, by members of the infamous Gambino crew during the Castellammarese War, don't get me wrong, he wasn't even in the mafia, he worked as
a parking enforcement officer, wrong place, wrong time.
The killing was an accident that happened during the short time Salvatore Maranzano was recognized as capo di tutti capiIt before the commission took over.
Just so happens that our family was also Italian, as many, we came to America as immigrants in the 19th century.
In the 1930's, being a fourteen year old Italian kid with no family wasn't easy, especially when you are broke. Naturally I adapted, I found many ways to get by, soon others followed me as I went threw the 40's, 50's, and 60's waging war on the commission of Italians that had once killed my father. It seems that no reporter, government official, civil rights activist, or any civilian for that matter will ever figure out how the mafia was put to rest in the 1900's, so I feel obligated to tell the story.
Lucky Luciano, Al Capone, Frank Costello, and even John Gotti, all taken out trying to live the American dream, without keeping respect for the old country. There in lies the downfall, I can admit that I was responsible for much of this extermination, using connections with government officials including many free masons, new world terrorists, and union leaders, I managed to get a pretty nice grip on...well...the world.
It all started when I saw my father gasping for air, I sat and stared as my mother screamed in tears, I couldn't hear anything going on…only a song, the song I heard every night as a baby… "twinkle twinkle...little star"...when
"COME HERE YOU!"
I was snatched up by one of the Gambinos...my mother was executed...
...to be continued
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If you don't hear from me, it is because I am going to DC for a couple days to visit friends, but I will post again soon. Keep thinking of ideas for the flash too.
-B