Arthur Ortega
Writer | Illustrator

thehuntsmenproductions:

BULLY,

is the newest short film from writer director, Salvador Cachu and The Huntsmen Productions.

A HUNTSMEN PICTURE

Shot In Sunny California

Summer 2014

Quarter 'Til Midnight: A Short Film

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More screenshots from our short film, Quarter ‘Til Midnight.

The full film can be seen here,

http://youtu.be/jX4F8Rd9hSM

thehuntsmenproductions:

The Red Oak Boys - 2013
The poster for our short film, The Red Oak Boys, by artist Arthur Ortega.
It’s out November 15th, 2013!
Check out our page at comingsoon.thehuntsmenproductions.com for more information about The Huntsmen Productions and all the things we do.
Twitter / Tumblr / Facebook

thehuntsmenproductions:

The Red Oak Boys - 2013

The poster for our short film, The Red Oak Boys, by artist Arthur Ortega.

It’s out November 15th, 2013!

Check out our page at comingsoon.thehuntsmenproductions.com for more information about The Huntsmen Productions and all the things we do.

Twitter / Tumblr / Facebook

Simon & Elias

“Would you pass the peas, son?”

 

Most days he was lucky to hear even a word come from his father’s mouth. Today he was fortunate enough to hear a full sentence.

 

Elias stretched across the table and took a dish of peas in his hand. He caught Simon’s gaze. His black pearl eyes shined brilliantly. He gave him a sideways nod and Elias pushed the peas to his father. His father grunted thanks, and poured shiny green peas unto his plate.

 

His father was just home from work. He had rolled up his sleeves haphazardly and his tie was slack around his neck. His hair had long lost its gelled luster and clung to his brow limply. He thumbed through his newspaper mindlessly and shoveled peas and chicken into his face. The paper rustled between thumb and forefinger, and peas were mashed under tooth. Silver forks clinked against china and air streamed out of the holes that were sprawled across Simon’s neck.

 

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werenotactuallyhuntsmen:

There was no wind that could

stir those trees

Long dead, the forest lay

razed and barren

Three men came 

to gaze upon the desolation

Their pale eyes red, their bodies

crippled and nearly dying

With brittle bones and mottled skin

their hammer strike into the Earth

The Song of the Sages I

Gregory Butcher