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I'm torn. I'm not entering, but part of me wants e to tell you of that funky germ of...I mean that funky spark of an idea I had. The other half of me doesn't want to, because I'm curious if any of the peeps were on the same wavelength as me. I doubt that, but you never know.
The following objects are horded in a cottage : kleenex, toilet paper, paper towels, and a whole lot of hand soap. HUNDREDS OF THEM as far as the eye can see, a maze of of boxes and paper rolls.,
A mob of safe distancers with pitchforks and gas masks surround the cottage.
The Occupant of the cottage smears butter on his toast. His open fridge reveals buckets of butter, his pantry full of rye bread.
"No justice! No Peace!" the crowd outside chants. "what do you want!?" shouts the lone Occupant. "We want your Kleenex! Your toilet paper!" the mob cries out. "You little snots are full of shit!" shouts the occupant.
The leader of the mob, WALLACE steps forward in defiance. ""They may take away our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!"
and that's all I had. One page long. Instant DQ. sorry about that. That's all I had. Sorry.
I'm torn. I'm not entering, but part of me wants e to tell you of that funky germ of...I mean that funky spark of an idea I had. The other half of me doesn't want to, because I'm curious if any of the peeps were on the same wavelength as me. I doubt that, but you never know.
The following objects are horded in a cottage : kleenex, toilet paper, paper towels, and a whole lot of hand soap. HUNDREDS OF THEM as far as the eye can see, a maze of of boxes and paper rolls.,
A mob of safe distancers with pitchforks and gas masks surround the cottage.
The Occupant of the cottage smears butter on his toast. His open fridge reveals buckets of butter, his pantry full of rye bread.
"No justice! No Peace!" the crowd outside chants. "what do you want!?" shouts the lone Occupant. "We want your Kleenex! Your toilet paper!" the mob cries out. "You little snots are full of shit!" shouts the occupant.
The leader of the mob, WALLACE steps forward in defiance. ""They may take away our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!"
and that's all I had. One page long. Instant DQ. sorry about that. That's all I had. Sorry.
I mean that many signed off and couldn't write for this one. It's a fun challenge otherwise, but people seemingly just couldn't. I know I can't, and I usually do.
I mean that many signed off and couldn't write for this one. It's a fun challenge otherwise, but people seemingly just couldn't. I know I can't, and I usually do.
Got it - just wanted to make sure ya didn't come down with anything
I have a draft and should be able to throw a script into the mix.
I also have this weird idea of trying to do two - except I have no idea on the second.
Its the beer talking
PS I've been at home a while ....
My scripts - links to be updated.
The Elevator Most Belonging To Alice - Runner Up Nashville Inner Journey - Page Awards Finalist - Bluecat semi final Grieving Spell - winner - London Film Awards. Ultimate Weapon - Fresh Voices - second place IMDb link... http://www.imdb.com/name/nm7062725/?ref_=tt_ov_wr