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Breaking InA small, domestic bathroom.  TIM, a young and unimposing man, is unconscious on the floor, leaning against the bath, hands and wrists tied, a bloody wound on his forehead.  He starts to wake up, looks around, and then realises his predicament.

TIM
Hey!  (Pause.)  HEEEEEEEY!

The door opens.  KAREN, a young woman, enters.  She has a necklace in her hand, which she clutches throughout the scene.  She looks at TIM, aggressive and defiant.

KAREN
Yes?

TIM
You shouldn’t have done that.  It was really dangerous.

KAREN
I’ve called the police.

TIM
I thoBreaking In4 years ago in Screenplay

The Dance Of The MothFew have ever witnessed the dancing of the moth
When he flits across the ceiling in the night
A most magical scene as he dances back and forth
And he's never lacking elegance in flight

As he swoops and twirls to a song all his own
A song, of which, us humans will never hear
And at first glance he appears to dance alone
A closer look reveals that something's there

Once he had a partner he loved with all his heart
And when she passed she left a piece behind
For their souls could not bear to ever have to part
So she left her shadow there for him to find

For this serenade's designed not for one but two
It's a tribute for the lovers oThe Dance Of The Moth4 years ago in Poetry

We Will Never Be Perfect A dilapidated, small house--a single light is on inside, barely illuminating the silhouettes of hunched over figures. DANIEL, a some-what well-dressed man is at the door, obviously out of place with his ragged surroundings. He seems fidgety and agitated. Someone opens the door on the inside; Daniel walks in.

A woman, NICOLE, is smoking something indistinguishable while sitting next to an open window. Two people are sitting off in a corner, another is strewn about in the hallway. Two others can be heard giggling in an adjacent room, just out of sight. Daniel stands in the door way and looks down the hall to Nicole, she is close enough to spWe Will Never Be Perfect4 years ago in Screenplay

I'd Play The FoolI can be the one to play the fool for you
So honey, no more crying, dry your tears
There's nothing at all that I wouldn't do
Hang in there it's just a few more years

I'd do anything for you, you know I would
And I'd play the fool if only for a smile
I'd move the earth for you, dear, if I could
Stay, here, in my arms now for a while

Let sweet slumber take you over, I am here
Darling, lay your head down, rest your eyes
I'll play the knight and chase away your fear
I'd be your angel watching til you rise

And I'll trek the many miles if you ask me
I'd take the pain and sorrow as my own
I'd make everything alright, as it should be
GI'd Play The Fool4 years ago in Poetry

The Dance of the Moth4 years ago in Animation

The Assignment THE ASSIGNMENT

FADE IN:

INT. ELEVATOR -- DAY

JAMES, a smart looking businessman in his mid twenties, is tapping his fingers
impatiently against his briefcase, staring at the floor numbers changing above the
door.

JAMES
I'm so dead.

MR. MERRILL
Happens all the time.

James shoots an annoyed look at MR. MERRILL, a distinguished businessman,
standing next to him and reading a financial newspaper.

JAMES
Gee, thanks.  It's just my whole future that rides
on this meeting.

MR MERRILL
Judgement day then?

JAMES
The top floor will view the results of my
assignThe Assignment4 years ago in Screenplay

Laluelle: The Sunset HouseLaluelle: The Sunset House

PAGE ONE

Panel 1. Shot looking up at three people looking down on “the camera” in a semi-circle. One man, the main character William, is to the left of the panel. He has short messy brown hair. He also has a monocle on his right eye and he is wearing a brown trench coat with dress pants and dress shoes. To his right you can see a younger male character, his assistant Casey, with long black hair in a ponytail. He is wearing a heavy black jacket and a white shirt. To his right you can see an older woman about 60 or so years old. She's in a maids outfit.

WILLIAM:
Right then, so you say you justLaluelle: The Sunset House4 years ago in Comic Scripts

RememberTurned toward to open window;
toward the city and the sea,
toward the sound of night-time revels,
toward the sunset’s fading light.
Toward them all; away from me
[in this half-light I can’t see his face]

It is too much to move
and lay a hand on his arm.
I am too scared to raise my voice
to ask that question,
a one-word plea; “why?”

It is too much.

So many thinks I want to say,
so many things I need.
“Remember?” I would say;
“Do you remember?”

I remember.

I remember the beach, the cliffs, the ocean
where we spent so many days
[perhaps he thinks too many]

The tide rises as we explorRemember4 years ago in Poetry

No Time to DreamDreamers, they dream in a plain all their own
Never to call the future's cellular phone
Stuck in a realm where all that really matters
Are the events of yesterday, the titters and tatters

I once had a revelation, you all will see
About what really matters, the you or the me
Tick-tock times ticking one, two, three, and four
Why waste another second, let's get up off the floor!

Time's a fickle mistress, she doesn't like to wait
I set myself down on a path that's was never so straight
So what are ya gonna do to me now?
She told me all that matters is the here and the now

So, I've been standing in front of his ever closed door
WonderNo Time to Dream4 years ago in Poetry

The Irony Of Life.They'd seen their World tremble,
like a flame burning out.
Making their happiness dwindle,
those tragic seconds defining their life.

The quake was now gone,
and the Earth was no more frustrated.
She had vented all her anger,
and had settled back to a state of calmness.

The man had gone frantic,
just like many other men.
Looking everywhere for his family,
a wife, two daughters and a son.

And he was lucky,
very lucky indeed.
He found them all,
and the family reunited with a passing sense of glee.

They were together again,
they were all alive.
It was so hard to believe,
when so many around them had died.

People they'd known sThe Irony Of Life.4 years ago in Poetry

Parallel crisisIt was 8.00am on Friday morning and Jack had given the team a day off to relax after a long
and stressful week at work. All you could here in the hub was the echo of the ptherodactyl's
loud screeches as he glided through the hub gracefully. Jack stood looking out of his shiny
office windows with his arms folded looking around the hub as usual.He looked over to the
autopsy room that had been left in exactly the same way Owen had left it the night before with,
clean white sheets covering the bed and the tools layed out almost perfectly on the trolly.
He then looked over to the computers where Tosh spent nearly every single hour of herParallel crisis4 years ago in Screenplay

Is it really that strange?[Pan from the left side of the room to the right, and stop at the trail of blood.]
It happened in windowless room made of gray concrete. Large machines with blinking lights, switches, levers, and strange gauges filled the room. There were glowing glass chambers, containing various liquids, with tubes and pumps connecting to whatever floated inside. Two workbenches were pressed against the front and right walls, and covered in diagrams, bits of electronics and machinery, torture tools, and blood spatter. On the back wall were computer screens displaying readouts from the various experiments and machines. In the far left corner, the door to a Is it really that strange?4 years ago in Comic Scripts

Leading OnYou sealed the hole that lasted ages
you fixed the girl who slipped through the pages.

You put my shatterd heart to rest.
you killed my fears and I have no regret.

You made the stars shine down on me.
You did everything, you made me see.

You gave me my glow you gave me my light
you were the one who chased away the night.

You held my hand through thick and thin
you held my heart through everything.

You became my savin grace
you made me stand in my place.

You kissed my cheek and kissed my soul
you held me tight, you never let go.

You kept me standing strong and easy
you kept me up you kept me buzy.

You never let me fade you wereLeading On4 years ago in Poetry

Whose Prize?Jessica is a woman of 31 years of age. She is a failed artist and a realist.

Drake is your typical suave young prodigy of an artist who charms anyone with his patter. He is 15 years of age.

Gary Hume is a British artist who is currently dating Jessica.

SCENE ONE

Setting is the opening of a prodigious art exhibition at a famous gallery. There are many people networking in cocktail dresses carrying champagne and analysing the camera. There is one painting in particular that everyone is talking about it is a picture of a nude lady

Jessica - Whispers to Gary The neck’s a little off.

The young artist walks over listening to the coWhose Prize?4 years ago in Screenplay

Samantha - Script“SAMANTHA”

FADE IN:

INT. HOUSEHOLD LIVING ROOM – DAY

SAMANTHA sits in a large recliner facing a television and holds a remote control. She is a thin, pre-teen girl, completely bald and appears weary. MOTHER stands near the door outside, which faces the back of the recliner. Mother is holding her car keys and some other items/paperwork, preparing to leave.

MOTHER
Come on, honey, we need to get going. You know the doctors don’t like us being late.

Samantha gives a wry grin, pressing pause on the remote and setting it down before turning in her seat and leaning over to look around the recliner’s back.

SAMANTHSamantha - Script4 years ago in Screenplay

EntwinedYour warm body against mine.
our hands entwined like a great
big grape vine.

I play with your hair and you play with mine
we laugh and we joke so hard until we cry.
You tickle me just to see me smile.

You look at me and I look at you
our fire has changed from red to blue.
your lips touch mine so gentle
so cool.

Soon day turns to night I pull you closer
you hold me tight. Time is ticking You have to go
I want you to stay, one last kiss before you go away.

Your eyes change from, brown to black
I miss you already please come back.
Then I remember tomorrow is another day

I wish to the stars, to the heavens you pass my
way.Entwined4 years ago in Poetry

Strange Is The Night4 years ago in Screenplay

This MourningEXT. PLAYGROUND – EARLY MORNING

ANNA sits on a swing. She rocks back and forth, staring at the ground. JAKE walks up next to her and leans on the swing set, but Anna doesn’t look up.

JAKE

I thought you’d be here. I haven’t seen you in a while.

ANNA

I’ve been at home. Thinking, you know.

JAKE

Yeah?

Jake sits down where he was standing and tries to look Anna in the eyes. She keeps her view on the ground.

ANNA

I found something. A note… well, a list…

JAKE

I’m… confused.

ANNA

My mom wrote it.

JAKE

Oh.

ANNA
(Starting to cry)

It’s so stupid. It’s so, so, so stupid. She’This Mourning4 years ago in Screenplay

Salad DaysSalad Days

EXT. SUBURBAN SIDEWALK - DAY

It is a cool fall day. As the scene fades in from black, a man is kneeling on a sidewalk, wearing full regency attire and a giant white wig. His face is powdered white, his lips are red, and he's got a mole painted onto his cheek. He is placing regular silver spoons onto a sidewalk methodically, in the shape of a hopscotch board. The hopscotch board is the kind where it's rounded at the top, and includes all the numbers.

CAMERA IS AT HIS BACK, SO WE CAN SEE THE BACK OF HIM WHILE HE PLACES THE FINAL SPOON ONTO THE BOARD

THE CAMERA THEN PANS AROUND SO WE GET A FRONT CLOSE UP OF Salad Days4 years ago in Screenplay

All The Things She Said: 5 DayHayley and Eric are in the car on the way to the Tokyo International High School. They stop at a busy crossroad.
HAYLEY: Dad. Do we have to go. I mean, we're in Japan, they don't even speak English here.
ERIC: They speak English where you're going. And yes we have to.

Lucy is in a classroom at the Tokyo International High School. She is sitting at the desk by herself drawing little pictures in the back of her book. Some one taps her on the shoulder and she turns around.
LUCY: Hi Jason. How are you?
JASON: I'm good. Um... How were your holidays?
LUCY: Good considering I almost got hit by your mum's car yesterday.
JASON: Sorry.(feelingAll The Things She Said: 5 Day4 years ago in Screenplay

First Date First Date

[MAGGIE enters the Starbucks, which is relatively empty. She orders a chai and proceeds to sit down and begin writing in her notebook. At the counter, a bandana'd kid with a fro meanders in an out of it fashion. This is PAULIE.]

MAGGIE: (as voice over) Dear diary. I'm supposed to meet Kevin for coffee today. He's a high schooler and super cute! Although perhaps a bit strange. I think he likes me, though! I'm pretty sure this is a date since it's just me an' him.

[MAGGIE pauses, glances at PAULIE, who is tossing a plate like it's a pizza.]

MAGGIE: (continuing v.o.) Yeah. Pretty much just us.

[MAGGIE drums her fingers on the taFirst Date4 years ago in Screenplay

my fantage contset comic4 years ago in Comic Scripts

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