Animation storyboard workshop

For this exercise, we were presented with a sheet of pictures and given 2 hours to create a story based around it...

(This story is based on a picture of a man...)

Chicken, two breasts of, whole; Bacon, smoked, six rashers of; Two peppers, red and yellow, diced; Boursin cheese, garlic and herb flavour, one packet of.
The chicken is cut in half like a bap, with the cheese and peppers thickly spread inside.
The chicken bap is then sealed with three rashers of bacon finely wrapped around each breast, packaged in tin foil and allowed to cook for 40mins.
The trick is to release the chicken from the foil after this so the bacon can crisp.
The flavour is light to the palette with a succulent meaty combination, however not overpowering.

Jean-Claude exhales on his cig.
He has been debating flavours all day.
Today is the 23rd.
Their moment in history.
He met Madelaine at that bar this very night, some 14 years ago.
They danced to Marvin Gaye.
She was wearing that cute red number with the stilettos, and that gorgeous colour on her lips that had made him overwhelmingly want to kiss her that first time.
He can remember the way she smelt.
Oh what a smell...
It reminded him of growing up near the edge of Lille, and how the breezes from the fields hit the excitement of the city!

Spaghetti, one packet of; Lean steak mince, five hundred grams of; Tomatoes chopped, one tin of; Two onions, red and white, chopped; Garlic, sliced, three cloves of;
One carrot, peeled, chopped; Mushrooms, sliced, one handful of; Ketchup, three dollops of; Red wine, one glass of.
Fry mince until brown, allowing juices to run out then add all veg.
Fry until moist.
Add can of tomatoes and wine.
Allow to reduce for 20mins.
Put in oven.
Bake for one hour.

He remembered how they used to fuck.
Her so wild, anytime, anywhere.
They were at the beach and just had to go into the sea.
Her riding him, with the natural rhythm of the waves.
Kids with families all around, them just another young couple, embraced and in love.
Except he was about to cum.

Two pears, peeled, chopped in half; Red wine, two glasses of; Ice cream, two boules of.
Let the peeled pears poach in the wine, simmering for over half an hour until satched and soft.
Serve with ice cream.

He had noticed the herpes about three months ago, when he found he could not stop scratching.
Then the pain of peeing started, followed by the odious discharge that accompanies as a by-product.
Every piss becoming a living agony.
He wondered who it was that she had been with.
Who had so caught her eye?
What line, what car had sealed the deal?
Had she moaned as they fucked, allowing this intruder access to all the secrets of her perfect body.
This viper poisoning the apple.
His apple.
His love.
His lust for life.
Finishing his cigarette, he swigs his now cold coffee, letting the bitter taste engulf his taste buds.
He knows what he's going to do.
Taking his time, he'll carefully lay out the sugar cubes.
Two drops.
Maybe three.
Possibly four.
Allow the arsenic to soak for 3 to 4mins, turning the sugar an ugly, dirty brown.
She likes sugar in her coffee, at least three lumps...

After all too much sugar is definitely bad for you.

(Story by James Murray)