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Please , none of the one man in a wheelchair in a room etc
Phil wrote one of those. It was great. Got produced too. They did a great job on it.
I LOVE the OWC! Always have, but I don't think I'll have time to take part. I could probably write something, but it's the reading of 30+ scripts that takes time.
Phil wrote one of those. It was great. Got produced too. They did a great job on it.
I LOVE the OWC! Always have, but I don't think I'll have time to take part. I could probably write something, but it's the reading of 30+ scripts that takes time.
Good point on the reading. I will catch up, but may not be as good as I usually am when it comes to the reads.
New Year's resolution...NEVER WRITING ANOTHER SHORT...EVER AGAIN!! I already screwed up my other resolution, which was slowing down my Guinness consumption.
EXT. MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBAN FRONT PORCH - MORNING
MARNIE, ample in her resolute aplomb, sits motionless on
the porch swing, can of Guinness in hand.
The only thing that moves is the shine from the summer sun.
Marnie stares as time holds still in her beautiful world
where the wind doesn't blow, cars don't drive by, and even the
birds and dogs are silent.
Condensation on the can doesn't accumulate and roll.
Everything is motionless.
MARNIE (V.O.)
I shouln't have drunk this.
I didn't need it. I didn't
even want it. But...
Two open cans of Guinness stand at attention on the porch
floor beneath her. A fourth can awaits fulfillment.
MARNIE (V.O.)
... a short story might give
me reason to take a break
from all this...
Nothing continues.
MARNIE (V.O.)
nothing.
EXT. MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBAN STREET - MORNING
Marnie sits on her porch swing on a beautiful summer day.
A brown bird flies by.
Or was it grey? Or gray?
Marnie stands up, collects her cans, steps over a man's body as she
walks inside, and closes the door behind her.
EXT. WINDOW OF MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBAN HOME - MORNING
Inside she rolls the computer mouse, the screen lights up, she types.
INSERT:
EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT
A thunderstorm rages above a drenched man in a wheelchair.
He rolls down the dark road, knife in his back.
Wherein writers were given one week to write a 6 to 10 page short. Stand by for deets. Annoucement will be February 6. Scripts will be due on February 13th. Friday the 13th.
Hm. Either not-so-subtle foreshadowing or a red herring.
I wouldn't mind a Friday the 13th theme, especially if the focus was on the day itself. If most of the entries were just regular slashers and what not, that just happen to take place on Friday the 13th, they could be good, could be not, but I think it'd be a shame if the day didn't play an actual role in the story and was just there. I'd like to see the day be a good supporting character at worst and an omniscient antagonist at best. The superstitions about the unluckiness of Friday the 13th, I think it's good, I think it's interesting. If the theme does go there, I hope it will veer the entries towards exploring the concept of the day. Excited to see in which direction this will go.
...I only hope it doesn't feature valentines day too much. I'm not a hopeless romantic, I'm just hopeless when it comes to romance.
Phil wrote one of those. It was great. Got produced too. They did a great job on it.
I LOVE the OWC! Always have, but I don't think I'll have time to take part. I could probably write something, but it's the reading of 30+ scripts that takes time.
Yep that was the 2010 Halloween challenge. Really good scripts in that one. I love the limitations. Not a fan of a theme that is too open, which is why I didn't enter the last one. Hopefully this one suits me.
I'm always late to the party when it comes to OWC. Tomorrow is the day. This OWC is mine. You guys are doomed. Good luck though... making it to second place.
New Year's resolution...NEVER WRITING ANOTHER SHORT...EVER AGAIN!! I already screwed up my other resolution, which was slowing down my Guinness consumption.
Marnie, and only Marnie, can submit the first 10 pages of a feature based on the theme and genre announced on February 6th at 10:00 pm est.
INT. SORORITY HOUSE DEN - NIGHT
A room full of tipsy young women cheer on JENNY TULL, cherry of a
girl, and DIXIE NORMUS, taco supreme, who sorta-stand nude over a
plastic cup on the floor, their drunken laughs are heinous.
JENNY
We can do this! We can--
Dixie rolls to the side, Jenny tries to compensate.
She almost succeeds.
DIXIE
DO IT!
Dixie completes her slow fall to the ground, her leg launches the
cup several feet away, then a rooster tail of urine ejects into the
air in the cup's general vicinity.
DIXIE
DO IT, JENNY! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Jenny takes a single step towards the cup laying on its side, Dixie's
urine splatters on its topside, and cocks her own pelvis at an
unnatural angle.
A dozen cell phones record the streams crossed in this perverse
anti-Ghostbusters event.
The cup resonates the unfulfilled pitter-patter.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY
Jenny and Dixie cake walk the sidewalk to the university library, they
shield their eyes from the sun's excessive use of sunlight.
A gaggle of girls clap to them and cheer as they semi-stagger by.
The couple observe the curious ritual oblivious to its meaning.
A squad of atheltic boys up the ante with riotous cheers to them
BOY 1
Do it! Do it! Do it!
BOY 2
DO IT, JENNY! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
An unsustainable curious smile evaporates from Jenny's face.
DIXIE
What's that all about?