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Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:18 PM
I was thinking about having a 5-page Valentine's Day Short Contest. Winners will be judged by fellow Done Dealers on February 14, 2006. Anything goes, as long as it involves love, relationships, etc.

SUBJECT: Valentine's Day Theme (Love, relationships, friendship, etc.)
SHORT LENGTH: 5 pages
SUBMISSION ACCEPTED: Before, midnight, February 14, 2006.
JUDGING: Fellow Done Dealers
AWARDS: Bragging Rights
WHEN TO POST: Anytime before February 14, 2006. Post your pages here.

KWV

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:25 PM
I'll be first: Sure KWVillen, I'd love to participate!

Wonderful!

Anyone else?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-05-2006, 08:35 PM
wow, what a brilliant idea! ANd the rules are so clearly stated! Sign me up!
RSVP

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:38 PM
First timer. :o

KWV

theblondewritr
01-05-2006, 08:41 PM
novice :o but not too proud to edit.

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:43 PM
Just taking your lead theblondewriter. ;)

KWV

theblondewritr
01-05-2006, 08:44 PM
Ok, my short's going to be about dancing with 2 left feet.

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:44 PM
Check out all the views in Script Pages... (1).:eek: My name evokes attention. :(

KWV

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:52 PM
Ok, my short's going to be about dancing with 2 left feet.


Can't wait to read it. ;) It better be, like your posts, hysterical. I'm sure it will be great.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-05-2006, 08:56 PM
Check out all the views in Script Pages... (1).:eek: My name evokes attention. :(

KWV

There's that self-love theme again. LOL

Kwvillen
01-05-2006, 08:59 PM
There's that self-love theme again. LOL

If you don't love yourself who else will? ;)

KWV

theblondewritr
01-06-2006, 10:28 PM
http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0007RPOH0.01-A3IQ2YXPQQ59WJ._AA250_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg Boruch Attah A-donai E-lohainu Melech ha-olam, asher kiddishanoo bimitzvotav vitzivanoo likvo-ah Mezuzah.

I thought a Mezuzah might be nice here, OEP. The case is designed to depict "Love" but it's what's inside the case that's important; the Mezuzah. Hence, the saying,"It's what's on the inside that counts".

To learn more about the Mezuzah:

http://www.beingjewish.com/mitzvos/mezuzah.html

My gift to you and all who pass through this doorway. :love:

(this is not intended to offend anyone) PEACE

Kwvillen
01-07-2006, 07:46 AM
That was very nice, theblondewriter, thank you for that. :) I believe in the deeper meaning of all religions, Jewish or otherwise. And since you brought up the signification of the "Mezuzah" representing the "Oneness of God", I couldn't agree more.

***That's what all the Prophets, Sages, Enlightened ones have been trying to convey throughout the ages. That everything is One, or God is One, and any type of dissention within religions, amongst people, nations, etc., is purely ego based, man-made bias. And hence, Christ, Krishna, Budha, Mohammad, Baha'u'llah, Zoraster, the Sabean Prophet, Moses, Abraham, etc. all spoke of this same principle.

The problem that some people have is with the symbolism that each one used. And so they create separation, either through ignorance or by a misinterperatation of the allegory that each one used -- Which was necessary, according to each Ones' time period, so that the people of that era could easily understand the significance of what they were saying. So Christ might have likened this oneness to the term the "Word" "Kingdom" "Sower" "Seed", etc., which was more readily grasped by the people of that generation. And Krishna called it the"OM" (a vibration) which the people of His time period could understand and Budha called it "Nirvana", etc., etc.

If you read on all of these religions, you will realize that the state of Being that they all reached and aspired to teach to the masses was the same exact thing. 'There is no change in God whatsoever', He is One. They ALL teach this.

So when various Christian fundamentalist will say, "But Christ said, I am the way, the truth, the life, no one can get to the Father except through me". They misinterrperated what He was saying IMH Researched O, because Christ taught universal/non-ego (non-personal) based principles, and so it would be out of character/contradiction for him to mean this literally (personally). IMHO, he meant the Way - His example of non attachment (to the ego/material things). Truth - His teaching on the reality of life. Life - What he himself put into practice (non-attachment to ephemeral things). He wasn't a talker he was a doer.

So you have the Jewish person that doesn't accept Christ, as a Prophet, A Christian that doesn't accept Budha, a Hindu that doesn't accept Mohammed, etc. If they researched each religion and looked at the different words that they used they would be like, "Oh, I didn't realize that He meant that -- it's the same thing".

Look at it this way. If you understood the reality of things, the way they really are, it would be impossible for you to explain complex principles to a generation that wasn't able to grasp these principles. It would be as if Einstein went back in time and tried to unfold the theory of relativity to an ignorant generation. He would have been labeled a lunatic, heretic, a person posessed possibly and would have certainly been killed. And so you realize the feat that these enlightened souls had undertook when they tried to help a superstitious people in each perspective generation. No wonder they all had to use allegory/parables/symbolism to disguise/hide the true reality of things. Make sense?

Anyway, sorry about the long post.

***KWVillen is not a member of any religious affiliation, but believes in the deeper principles that the founders of all religions taught. :D

theblondewritr
01-07-2006, 11:44 AM
No, Thank You KW! That was beautiful. You definitely 'get it'.

your friend, theblonewritr

Kwvillen
01-07-2006, 01:40 PM
No, Thank You KW! That was beautiful. You definitely 'get it'.


And you do too ;) . Oh, and I have to stick to using KWV, got a PM from DD, asking that I use one hande, LOL. Didn't realize. :o Fine by me. : ).

KWV

NePatsFan
01-07-2006, 11:13 PM
Didn't I post here? You two need a room.

theblondewritr
01-08-2006, 12:23 AM
http://msn.foxsports.com/id/5230532_36_1.jpg

"Blonde, I was thinking, you and me on a Jaguar rug in front of a roaring fire."
TB

"Does your Defense ever rest?"
TBW

*finger on lip* NO
TB

theblondewritr
01-08-2006, 12:38 AM
Oh, and I have to stick to using KWV, got a PM from DD, asking that I use one hande lmao, you've got to be joking. We may have to get a room to discuss this matter. :rolleyes:

Check in under the name Inspecther Clueso. They'll never guess.

theblondewritr
01-08-2006, 12:55 AM
Didn't I post here? You two need a room.

hmmm

dclary
01-12-2006, 04:26 PM
Please read The Visit (http://www.randomsynapses.com/thevisit.asp) my 2nd place winner from the 2003 Done Deal Valentine's Day Scriptwriting Contest for an example of what the judges are looking for.

Kwvillen
01-12-2006, 06:47 PM
I loved your short, Dclary, nice little twist -- didn't expect that. :)

KWV

dpaterso
01-13-2006, 03:14 AM
There are judges? And they're looking for sloppy seconds?

-Derek
-> * (http://hometown.aol.co.uk/DPaterson57) <- Click on this magic star to be transported to my website. Ruby slippers optional.
________________________________________________
You are .exe When given proper orders, you execute them flawlessly. You're familiar to most, and useful to all.

Kwvillen
01-13-2006, 02:57 PM
We'll take what we can get, Derek, and thanks for making it easy to nominate you for the judging.:) I think you're the perfect choice and I'm certain the DD-Cline will most assuredly agree.

In happenstance... DC's pages are exceptional, but he's going to have to produce similiar works of magic - to be considered for the running. Although, I suspect, he's not going to lose any sleep, over it, either way.

KWV

dclary
01-13-2006, 06:17 PM
I'm planning a special Calvin and Hobbes reunion.

:|

Kwvillen
01-13-2006, 06:27 PM
I'm planning a special Calvin and Hobbes reunion.




:rolling: Cornering the market on all cartoon characters, eh?

wenonah
01-14-2006, 08:02 AM
k, I wrote one last night - I've been itching to write something because I'm stalled out on my script and my heels are dug in deep. Should we post them here or in a new thread yet to be started?

On an interesting note - just from these short exercises on this board, I have two shorts that are going to be produced. 'Fairy Princess' (from the Halloween 03 contest) and 'The Fire' (from Halloween 04) - with the short that Hairy and I made last Fall that will be 3 writing credits on films for me! :D ... now to get one of those pesky features made.

Kwvillen
01-14-2006, 08:17 AM
k, I wrote one last night - I've been itching to write something because I'm stalled out on my script and my heels are dug in deep. Should we post them here or in a new thread yet to be started?

On an interesting note - just from these short exercises on this board, I have two shorts that are going to be produced. 'Fairy Princess' (from the Halloween 03 contest) and 'The Fire' (from Halloween 04) - with the short that Hairy and I made last Fall that will be 3 writing credits on films for me! http://scriptsales.com/boards/images/smilies/biggrin.gif ... now to get one of those pesky features made.


You forgot to read the disclaimer, wenonah. You're the only person, on DD, that isn't eligible -- due to numerous/previous wins, sorry. ;) Okay, if you must... LOL.

I remember reading both of your shorts and particularly loved the Fairy Princess one, where she was trapped in the cage -- in the cellar, right? Wasn't that the one with the little plot twist? If so, great stuff.

Seriously, look forward to reading another one of your shorts and let's post them here, unless you think that we should start a fresh thread.

Btw, congrats on your success. :)

KWV

wenonah
01-14-2006, 08:57 AM
Thanks, Kw! Yep... fairy in a cage w/a lurking pedofile (fun times)

So, I guess I'll just go ahead and post it then - ick, I hate being first. Apparently I'm over the character count for one post so I have to break it into 2 (I promise it's like 3 lines longer than 5 pages in final draft)

Paper Heart:


INT. LAZY OAKES NURSING HOME, ROOM 206 - DAY

JACOB GOLDMAN sits in a wheelchair facing a window. Snow
falls outside making the view dull and dizzying. He sleeps
with his head cocked at an angle, a stream of spit dangles
above his crotch. His bald head rises and falls with steady
breathing.

VANESSA a thirty-five year old thick black woman dressed in a
rose-colored nurse uniform stops in the open doorway, knocks
softly several times then strolls in talking to herself.

VANESSA
That woman is crazy if she thinks
I'm covering her ass again ... Mr.
Goldman? Hello sleepyhead.

He stirs, coughs and strains to turn his head toward the
door.

GOLDMAN
You know I don't nap, dammit.

She smiles as she grabs the wheelchair handles and slowly
spins him around. The room has one hospital-type bed covered
by a thin worn crocheted blanket. A chair is shoved into a
corner with a dying poinsettia plant on its seat. She pushes
him slowly toward the door.

VANESSA
I knew you'd try to sleep through
arts and crafts again and you know
I can't let you --

His slippered feet hit the floor and turn slightly inward
before she stops pushing.

GOLDMAN
I'm not going.

VANESSA
Mr. Goldman now c'mon. I can't let
you sit at that window staring at
the month of February. It's not
healthy, you need to interact with
the other residents.

She pushes gently on the chair, he doesn't move.

GOLDMAN
You know I hate that crap. They
don't even give you real scissors,
do I look like I have the strength
to stab somebody with a pair of
scissors?

He holds up a frail wrinkled hand, it shakes.

VANESSA
Just do this one, please. I know
you feel like a child but I
promised Mrs. Rubenstein you'd be
there.

He lowers his hand, his frown softens oh so slightly.

GOLDMAN
Margaret Ruby? What does that saggy
old hen have to do with this?

VANESSA
You're not fooling me. Honey, have
you looked in the mirror lately?

GOLDMAN
They don't let us have mirrors,
remember? I'd probably try to stab
myself with it.

VANESSA
I shoulda let you stare at
snowflakes all day, you're awful
crabby for an old white guy. Put
your feet up, I promised her you'd
go.

He slowly lifts his feet back onto the wheelchair pedals.


Vanessa resumes the trip into the hallway.

wenonah
01-14-2006, 08:58 AM
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Several other residents move in a slow steady stream toward a
main room. Some walk unassisted but most either use a walker,
cane or wheelchair. A sweet sing song VOICE filters through
the speakers lined along the ceiling.

VOICE
Time to make something special for
your sweetie. It's the last hour of
Valentines arts-n-crafts time in
the game room.

Mr. Goldman's feet again slam into the floor, this time with
a little more strength.

VANESSA
Aw, c'mon!

Vanessa walks around to face the old man. She bends her knees
to get to his level.

GOLDMAN
I'm not making that woman some
sappy crappy little piece of ****
that a kindergartener would laugh
at. I'm not doing it.

VANESSA
Yes you are.

He refuses to look into her face.

GOLDMAN
Take me back to my room.

VANESSA
Look, Mr. Goldman I know it's not a
Hallmark production line in there
but some of the other girls and I
kept a little from the Christmas
budget and bought some extra fancy
things. I think you could make
something really nice and --

He crosses his arms over his thin chest.

GOLDMAN
And what? You want me to cut and
paste like a good little boy so she
can see my steady hands and sharp
eye? You want me to maybe even sign
my name, hell I can't even remember
my name some days.

VANESSA
--and she already made you one
while you sat in there drooling on
your shirt.

He looks down, uncrosses his arm and sees the large wet stain
on his shirt.

VANESSA (cont'd)
I told her yours was coming. She
went to wait in her room so it
would be a surprise.

He turns and glares but his face can't hold it too long. It
softens as he sighs.

GOLDMAN
You realize that cupid is a little
fat white baby, right?

She stands, resumes pushing him down the hall.

VANESSA
I don't know what she sees in you
but you're going to surprise that
little old lady and you're going to
do it before I go home today.

GOLDMAN
Yes ma'am.



INT. GAME ROOM - DAY

Groups of elderly residents gather in fours around card
tables set in the middle of a large room. A fire crackles in
a fireplace and boxes of puzzles and games line the shelves.
A television in the corner is off.

Vanessa parks Mr. Goldman at a table with another old man,
also in a wheelchair. He has a pile of red construction paper
and flimsy lace in front of him. A nurse helps him unplug a
glue bottle.

VANESSA
Let me get you some materials to
work with, don't move.

GOLDMAN
I'm not going anywhere.

She returns with several red sheets of paper, ribbons, lace,
markers and a tube of glitter.

GOLDMAN (cont'd)
I don't need all this junk, just
give me the scissors.

He holds out a hand, Vanessa looks around and pulls a large
pair of orange handled scissors ... Sharp. She sets them in
front of Mr. Goldman.

VANESSA
I took them from the station.

GOLDMAN
Perfect, thank you.

She nods and walks away.

Mr. Goldman pushes the pile of gaudy valentines supplies
aside except for one sheet of red construction paper. He
folds it in half, then in half twice more, smoothing each
crease.

He picks up the scissors and waits for his hand to stop
shaking. The scissors start in on a fold, slow and precise.
He turns the paper clockwise then quickly counter-clockwise.
He cuts small shapes through the center, bits of red paper
pile underneath him. The folded paper takes on the shape of
hearts surrounded by doves and flowers.

Mr. Goldman looks up, the man seated across from him is
transfixed by Mr. Goldman's hands and flurry of paper.

GOLDMAN (cont'd)
What are you looking at?

The man looks down at his mess of glitter and glue. Mr.
Goldman stops to look at it.

GOLDMAN (cont'd)
It's nice, I'm sure she'll like it.

The man smiles back at him, toothless.

Mr. Goldman completes his last cut and sets the scissors
down. His hands immediately start to shake again as he starts
to peel apart the first fold.

There is a ripple of activity at the nurse's station. Phones
ring, voices whisper orders. Several nurses rush down a
hallway into a room, a light blinks above the door. Mr.
Goldman pauses to watch.

Vanessa emerges, crying, shaking her head. She holds a red
card down by her side as she passes more nurses going in. She
walks directly toward Mr. Goldman as he finishes unfolding
his Valentine. It dangles in the air like a paper doll chain
of intricate design dancing with Mr. Goldman's tremors.

Vanessa bends over the table, her eyes puffy and red. She
places a glitter-filled heart shaped card, the edges rough
and halted on the table.

VANESSA
Her heart ... It was her heart. She
passed quietly.

Vanessa slips an arm around Mr. Goldman and cries into his
shoulder. He drops his valentine onto the table among the
pile of scraps. To put his hand on Vanessa's back.

GOLDMAN
You can have your scissors back
now, I'm done with them.

FADE OUT.

Kwvillen
01-14-2006, 04:07 PM
I loved your short wenonah! And what a great ending! Nobody does it better!!!!

KWV

vig
01-14-2006, 05:01 PM
FADE IN:

INT. BANK - DAY

Freshly buffed loafers scrape across the floor. Past oak desks that get bigger in the advance toward the back of the bank.

ROBERT BROOKS, youthful, with bright blue eyes stops at a door, etched on the smoked glass, "BANK PRESIDENT" ARTHUR MONROE.

Robert fixes his tie, straightens his shoulders and KNOCKS.

INT. OFFICE

A crusty OLD MAN, ARTHUR MONROE.

MR. MONROE
You know how it works. Open it.

The door opens --

INT. SUBURBS - SIMULTANEOUS

A garage door opens, to a Mustang, freshly painted cherry red. MATT DEMI, with a mullet rubs the top of the hood.

MATT
Happy valentines day gorgeous.

He kisses the hood, as DOROTHY JAMES, a stripper, without the pole, jumps up and down, squeals.

DOROTHY
It's so hot baby. It's mine?

He engulfs her in his arms, puts her on the hood of the car, plants a wet one on her. Then pulls her up.

MATT
You ready to make it happen?

DOROTHY
Start my engines baby. Vroom, vroom.

MATT
Well let's roll.

They get in the car. It THUNDERS TO LIFE. Dorothy flips down the glove compartment, a .38 with a wooden handle.

Matt smiles deliciously, the red mustang rolls out of the garage.

INT. BED ROOM - DAY

A pregnant women, SAMATHA BROOKS, about six months, places a red dress over her stomach, the mirror shows the bulge in the dress. She sighs.

She checks from another direction. Sighs again. Rubs her stomach.

INT. BANK - DAY

Robert stops in front of Arthur, whose red bow tie is smeared with yesterdays soup. His nose permanently red from scotch.

ARTHUR
25 years, I never once left early for a Valentines.
Commitment son... that's what this institution stands for.

ROBERT
I know that Mr. Monroe, I believe in
that, really I do. I'm a team player.

MR. MONROE
Team. There is no I or boxes filled
with candy.

ROBERT
Team... I'm on board... but sir, my wife... she's,
well, she's feeling sad.

MR. MONROE
Sad is not my business.

ROBERT
I would just leave at 4:00, an hour early...
Marry said she'd cover for me.

MR. MONROE
Marry is a team player.

ROBERT
That she is sir.

MR. MONROE
No.

INT. BANK - AT HIS DESK

Robert picks up the phone, dials.

INT. HOUSE

Samatha is trying to do her toe nails, her belly making it difficult. She's done two toes. RING.

SAMATHA
Thank god.

She rolls on the bed and grabs the phone.

INTERCUT between conversation.

ROBERT
Hi honey.

SAMATHA
Happy Valentines day.

ROBERT
How is our linebacker.

SAMATHA
You mean doctor.

She rubs her stomach.

ROBERT
That's right, Doctor.

SAMATHA
He didn't let you out did he?

ROBERT
We can still go.

SAMATHA
Reservations are at seven.

ROBERT
I'm sorry --

SAMATHA
I'll guess I'll make something nice.

She looks at her toes, seven more to go --

SAMATHA
Let's stay home... I love you.

ROBERT
i'll make it up to you --

She hangs up the phone, sighs.

INT. BANK

Robert hangs up the phone dejected. He looks longingly at her picture on his desk, opens his draw takes out a small thin case, that says Tiffany's.

He opens it to a magnificent necklace.

EXT. BANK

The red mustang pulls into a parking spot across the street.

INT. MUSTANG

Dorothy hands the gun over to her partner in crime.

DOROTHY
Take it all baby - take it all.

He takes the gun, kisses her hard. Their lip lock smacks as they break it.

MATT
When you see me with all that
money you bolt out, I'll track
you down like a roped steer.

DOROTHY
I will.

Matt reaches into his pocket.

MATT
I got something else for ya, something pretty.

His outstretched hands reveals a diamond ring, with a tiny diamond. A silent beat.

MATT
Well?

DOROTHY
Of course I will marry you.
You're my knight shining armor.

Another vicious kiss.

MATT
We're gonna make babies and
teach them that robbing ain't right.

He takes a deep breathe, swings the door open --

INT. KITCHEN

A old 70s love song plays, as Samatha sings along with the words --

SAMATHA
Sky rockets in flight - afternoon delight --

She dips a strawberry into a pot of melted chocolate. A digital clock above her head reads 4:59.

INT. BANK

Robert takes keys out of his desk, walks out of his office onto the marble floor, his shoes scrapping the ground -- to the front door --

He looks at his watch, about to turn to 5:00. When a man in a mask pushes open the door, jams the gun in his gut.

MATT
Don't say a faucking word and finish
locking this place. Do it.

He pushes his hostage to the door. Robert locks up.

MATT
Know when we get to the back walk
like nothing's up.

They make their way into the bank as a COP waves to Robert.

COP
Locked up?

But the look in Robert's eyes says it all - the cop draws his gun - Matt pulls Robert in the cops path --

Our masked man fires two shots. The first one smacks into the cops shoulder, the other in his chest. The cop gets one off that strikes Robert in the chest. He slumps to the ground.

INT. KITCHEN

Samatha sings another 70s love song as she puts a roast into the oven.

INT. BANK

The cops down, bleeding. Matt runs toward the panicked teller, grabs her, shakes the gun in her face --

MATT
Give me the money now bitch.

She's scared to death, opens the draw. Matt jams his hand in the draw, snatches as much money as he can.

Just as another COP.

COP
Freeze.

Matt turns and fires, bullets are fired back. The cops hit in the leg, goes down, a bullet pounds into Matt's stomach - he doubles over, smears blood all over the money.

EXT. MUSTANG

Dorothy tries on her ring, admiring it. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. She's snapped out of her fairy tale.

DOROTHY
Baby.

INT. BANK

Matt's on his knees, bleeding badly, clutching the money. He pulls off his mask, crawls to Roberts side, who's bleeding just as bad.

Robert looks up at Matt -- Matt looks down at him.

MATT
I'm sorry man, nothing personal.

As Dorothy drives the Mustang through the door, gets out, twisted metal and steel impede her.

DOROTHY
Baby. Baby. What they do to you?

She runs to his side, her lover on his back, next to Robert, she cups his neck.

MATT
You like the ring right?

She shows him.

DOROTHY
Fits me perfect baby -

MATT
Yeah.

The wounded cop raises his gun and POPS off one shot, it strikes Dorothy in the head, she falls down onto Matt's stomach.

His eyes blow up like balloons.

MATT
Baby - baby.

He rubs her hair.

Robert pulls his body up so he's looking down upon the dead girl and her dying lover.

MATT
Help her man -- please - help her.

He gets to his feet. Just as Mr. Monroe steps out of his door -- he runs out to Robert.

MR. MONROE
Son... stay down.

ROBERT
I'm going home to see my wife.

MR. MONROE
Yes, you are --

Things start spinning -- then fade to black.

OUT FROM BLACK

A sandy beach where a mother and son cover something up. We here giggling --

SAMATHA
That's deep enough, we don't want to lose Daddy ---

BOY
Let's dig him up.

The boy digs away the sand, until we get to a scar, that runs across the chest, four inches, as Robert pushes his hands out from the sand and engulfs his son who laughs hysterically.

ROBERT
And the sand beast lives....

Samatha joins in, and the family tumbles in the sand.

THE END

J off course
01-15-2006, 02:07 PM
FADE IN:

INT. RESTAURANT--NIGHT

Alone at a window table, a YOUNG WOMAN sips at a glass of water.
She glances out the window.

A dreary rainy mess hasn't stopped COUPLES from strolling out
for the evening. Traffic stops at a nearby intersection in waves.

There, a YOUNG MAN in the traffic island grimaces as he hawks long stem roses
to drivers.

The young woman turns her concentration from the window and glances at
the empty chair in front of her.

Across the dining room full of couples, a WAITER glances at her.


The young woman checks her watch and looks about.

A waiter with a dessert cart passes and stops at a nearby table where a couple
fawn over each other as they choose from a sugary selection of red heart shaped
delights.

The young woman turns to the window again and watches expectedly each car
as it approaches.

The rose hawker wipes rain from his brow and continues rushing between cars.

The young woman turns and watches as a couple feed each other something
chocolate.

She watches as the dessert cart makes its way to another couple who laugh and hold
hands. They turn and glance at her with some sympathy?

The young woman reaches down and grabs her purse from the floor. She opens it
and takes a few packets of sugar from the table and places them in the purse and closes it.
She bends over to place the purse back on the floor and coming up, sees before
her...


the young rose hawker without his roses and soaking wet by her table.

He takes a linen napkin from the table and dries his face.

He empties his pockets of crunched up dollar bills and along with
quarters places it all on the table in a pile.

YOUNG MAN
I hope we're not too late.

The young woman smiles lovingly at him.

YOUNG WOMAN
There's still two of the raspberry
ones we wanted.

The young man sits down opposite her, reaches out and
gently takes her hand in his.


They both turn and smile as the dessert cart rattles in their direction.


THE END.

theblondewritr
01-15-2006, 05:16 PM
Wow KW, all that marketing is really paying off! I really enjoyed all these shorts: Wenonah's, Vig's, Yours (lol) and J off Course's (of course).

Kwvillen
01-15-2006, 05:21 PM
I'm trying : ). As long as I'm not coming off as desperate or something. :rolleyes: Am I? ROTFLMAO.

KWV

wenonah
01-15-2006, 05:23 PM
Wow KW, all that marketing is really paying off! I really enjoyed all these shorts: Wenonah's, Vig's, Yours (lol) and J off Course's (of course).

I think I was promised free beer if I posted an entry... right? am I right? I'm going to go ahead and hook a tap up to the laptop now. God, I hope this works!

Thanks!!!

w

Kwvillen
01-15-2006, 05:25 PM
I think I was promised free beer if I posted an entry... right? am I right? I'm going to go ahead and hook a tap up to the laptop now. God, I hope this works!

Thanks!!!

w

ROTFLMAO!

theblondewritr
01-15-2006, 06:25 PM
KW, desperate, no. encouraging, yes.

Hey wenonah, my Tap's already flowing lol-and I haven't posted yet.

wenonah
01-15-2006, 06:43 PM
Beer is warm
Spirits are high

best contest ever.

theblondewritr
01-15-2006, 07:05 PM
best contest ever

Thanks to our gracious host, a-yep.:)

Kwvillen
01-15-2006, 07:12 PM
Your both too kind. Hopefully, we'll get some more people, still have a month to go. :)

KWV

vig
01-15-2006, 07:57 PM
i'm poised at this moment to be in the top four. i'm hopeful of the possibilities. i was thinking i would garner an agent after i place in this prestigous event.

vig

Kwvillen
01-16-2006, 05:25 AM
Me too vig. LOL

KWV

Harbinger
01-16-2006, 11:24 AM
Liking the submissions so far. Going to be a close run thing, but as Ace Ventura Pet Detective said, 'In every contest there has to a loser.......Lhooo Suhherrrr'

I'll post mine in the next few days. I warn you it won't be conventional. I'm not exactly the incurable romantic, so the only red you're gonna see will be spilt blood.

Sorry. That's just the way I write. I once wrote a valentines day story called 'Beautifully Edible' about a man who falls in love with a dead body.

An earthquake on valentines day, leaves two people buried in a subway car beneath the rubble. I wrote it like she was alive for most of the story. You find out she's dead just over halfway through.

He gets increasingly annoyed at her silence (she is dead after all) and sees it as a rejection. He organises a romantic meal amidst the rubble. And what's on the menu??

Her severed foot.

Hence Beautifully Edible.

Just a quick warning as to how my mind tends to work.


ps. I have no severed heads in my fridge and my knife collection is strictly that, just a collection.

Ohh and I won't be doing Beautifully Edible. It doesn't translate well.

This'll be something else, not quite as depraved.

Kwvillen
01-16-2006, 12:32 PM
Look forward to reading your short Harbinger. Sounds like a lot of fun and I'm all for unconventional/controversial. :)

KWV

wenonah
01-16-2006, 12:50 PM
I'm going to be disappointed if it doesn't have a box of chocolate covered cherries somewhere!!! :p

yeah, my kind of stuff too ... Valentines day is definitely begging for pain and a little bloodshed - it's LOVE - what else would there be?

J off course
01-16-2006, 03:07 PM
Yes KW, you're doing a bang-up job of marketing the contest.
I've seen more interest in urinary tract infections. <smile>

No, you've been a masterful marketeer so far despite the
distractive nature of that blond woman.

Is she going to submit or just parade up and down the
red carpet?

Kwvillen
01-16-2006, 03:25 PM
Yes KW, you're doing a bang-up job of marketing the contest.
I've seen more interest in urinary tract infections. <smile>


Thanks, J... and I thought you got an anti-biotic for that. :rolling:
Reminded me of that movie, which I LOVE: Elvira Mistress of the (don't laugh) Dark. When she goes into town and she's having problems with that PTA-loving, prude of a woman, but doesn't know her name. So, someone says, "It's Chastity Poriah". And Elvira covers her mouth, "Wait a minute. I thought that cleared up". :rolling: Good stuff.

Ahem, anyway, cute short J. vigs is great too.

Great sense of humor wenona; can just picture you with your man in a trailer... He in his barbecued stained 'wife-beater'... You in your black and blued eye -- But he doesn't mean it, of course... because, sniffle, he loves you. ROTFLMAO!

KWV

wenonah
01-16-2006, 03:38 PM
Great sense of humor wenona; can just picture you with your man in a trailer... He in his barbecued stained 'wife-beater'... You in your black and blued eye -- But he doesn't mean it, of course... because, sniffle, he loves you. ROTFLMAO!

KWV

so you got our christmas card this year? We couldn't decide which photo to use -the double wide with santa f**cking his reindeer on our front dirt or the one with all nine of the kids dresses as meth cooking elves. I think we made the right choice!

w

Kwvillen
01-16-2006, 04:39 PM
so you got our christmas card this year? We couldn't decide which photo to use -the double wide with santa f**cking his reindeer on our front dirt or the one with all nine of the kids dresses as meth cooking elves. I think we made the right choice!

w

ROTFLMAO!

All nine kids... LOL, ah... you kill me. As if I didn't know you had twelve. :rolleyes: That was cute. But I did get your card, I think. If it was the one with the coffee ring on the envelope and the insert that read: HAVE A WONDERFUL
THAN(scribble)CHRISTMAS!

KWV

BetterThanNormal
01-16-2006, 08:56 PM
I have short that fits the genre but it's too long (15 pages) may I post it anyhow just for the heck of it?

BTN

theblondewritr
01-16-2006, 09:11 PM
No, you've been a masterful marketeer so far despite the
distractive nature of that blond woman.

Is she going to submit or just parade up and down the
red carpet?


Hey J off Curse (I mean Course), am I distracting YOU? :)

http://www.msnusers.com/0mejvfi9teca0garoddf9vjur5/Documents/Pictures%2FCopy%20of%20woof%2Dcopy.jpg

Harbinger
01-16-2006, 11:37 PM
Well here's my entry. As I said it's a weird one. Not really hollywood material. It's a lot of monologues. Probably reads better as a stage play. Anyway there was no criteria so I just went with it.

Hope you like it.


-----------------------------------------------------------------



LOVE STARVED


FADE IN:


INT. KATE'S HOME - BEDROOM - MORNING

The early morning sun peaks through a gap in the curtains.
Light cascades over the face of KATE, 32, bottle blonde and
beautiful, asleep in bed. She slowly stirs, instinctively
reaching over to the other side of the bed.

Her fingers lightly stroke empty space, beneath a pillow with
an indentation where someone's head once lay.

She sits bolt upright, brow furrowed in confusion. A red
dress has been laid out at the foot of the bed.


INT. KATE'S HOME - HALLWAY - MORNING

Kate, wearing figure hugging red dress, walks down the stairs.

Tied to the bannister is a shiny red ballon with the words: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

INT. KATE'S HOME - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Kate's face lights up. On the kitchen table, a tower of syrupy pancakes totters on a plate, shreds of bacon swimming in
syrup juice. Beside that a glass of orange juice and a red rose sat in a tall glass of water. Propped against that is a
card with the words: I LOVE'D YOU TO DEATH.

Kate stares at the words. She shrugs off any feelings of confusion and takes a large mouthful of bacon and pancakes.
She washes it down with a sip of orange juice.

A voice comes from behind her. A dark figure, ERIC PAULLERA, 31, unshaven, long dark hair, dressed all in black, leans nonchalantly against the door frame.

ERIC
Kate Delaney. Married 12th of
February 2006. After a two day
whirlwind romance. Just another
reckless impulse of windswept love.

Kate spins around in shock. Eric walks around the table. He
picks up the glass of orange juice and sniffs it.

ERIC
Still, perhaps in the hours that
follow you'll find some comfort in
the knowledge that for two days at
least, you tasted such perfect bliss,
before everything went dark.

Kate's eyes roll. She slumps face forward into the table, toppling the pancake tower.

EXT. KATE'S HOME - GARAGE - MORNING

Eric drags Kate's unconscious body to her car. He props her
up in the passenger seat. Her head slumped forward. He grabs a clump of her hair and pulls her head back.

ERIC
I'd forgotten how beautiful you
look when you sleep.

EXT. LOCK UP GARAGE - MORNING

Eric parks the car outside the garage. He gets out and,
glancing around, unlocks and pulls up the steel shutter.

INT. LOCK UP GARAGE - MORNING

Darkness. A door at the far side of the room opens up. A sliver of light expands outwards across the darkness. The light cascades over Kate, sat upright, tied with rope to a chair.

Her eye's flutter open, then close again.

Eric emerges from the doorway. He walks, crouches beside her and uses his sleeve to wipe dried syrup from her lip.

ERIC
Hey, sleepy head. Open those pretty
eyes.

Kate's eyes flick open. They slowly accustom to the light.

KATE
Er... Eric? Eric Paullera?

ERIC
I'm flattered you remember my name,
Kate. I thought I would bleed into
obscurity like all the rest.

KATE
What...What's happening? I don't
understand.

ERIC
No. You never did.

Eric walks behind her. He grabs the back of the chair, tilts
it back and drags her, like an old shopping trolley, behind him, across the garage.

ERIC
So wrapped up in your whitewash
world. How could you understand? It
takes a soul to know the feeling of
true heartbreak.

KATE
I'm sorry, Eric. Please. I was
wrong.

ERIC
For what? For breaking up with me
on Valentine's day or for chosing
your wedding almost exactly a year
to that day. Tell me, Kate, just
wheredoes remorse sit in your
limited spectrum of human emotion?
I think it's time we found out.

Harbinger
01-16-2006, 11:38 PM
INT. LOCK UP GARAGE - DARK ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Eric drags Kate in and positions her at the far end of the
room. He walks over to a work bench.

ERIC
On Valentine's day 87 years ago
today, seven men of dubious
character lost their lives.
Children robbed of a father. Wives
of their husband. Families alone
and lost with only snapshots of
fractured memories.

Eric picks up a torch and flicks it on. He shines it at a
photo and waves it in front of her face. A violent freeze-frame
of the past. Seven men slumped in a pool of blood.

He reaches over to a light switch and flicks it on. A dim bulb flickers to life.

Kate stares straight forward at the photograph. Eric whips it away to reveal the same scene, in vivid colour, played
against the backdrop of the far side of the room. Seven fresh corpses drenched in blood.

KATE
Oh god, Eric. What have you done?

She starts to scream, fear sweeping over her. Eric grabs an
oily rag from the work top and ties it around her mouth.

ERIC
There was a time I loved to hear
you scream.

He smiles nastily. He gazes into her eyes.

ERIC
At this point you should be asking
what all this bloodshed has to do
with you, but I doubt that
sentiment even entered your vacuous
mind.

Eric walks over to one of the bodies, laid face down. He
grabs the victim's hair and wrenches his head from the floor.

Kate's eye widen. A muffled scream.

ERIC
I guess you recognize him. Mike
Newberry. Your high school
sweetheart. How I never tired of
trying to live up to his legacy.
The guy who took your virginity
on a bed of rose petals.

He rams his face hard into the concrete.

ERIC
Or a drunken knee-trembler in a
dark alley. Just another
fabrication in that ****ed up
deluded mind of yours.
(walks over to other body)
And who do we have here?

He grabs a clump of hair and pulls his face up to the light.

Kate lets out a muffled scream. Her eyes stream with
tears. She thrashes against the chair, toppling it over.

ERIC
The other half. How was the
honeymoon night, Kate? Was he
everything you expected of a man
who compensates for the shallowness
ofhis character with the depth of
his wallet?

He allows the head to fall.

ERIC
Sounds like perfect husband
material for a girl like you.
Although I regret to tell you he's
now only part the man he once was.

Eric holds up Kate's husband's mangled hand, fingers severed
at the first knuckle.

ERIC
By the way, how was the sumptuous
breakfast I prepared for you. Meat
tender enough?

He glances at the bloody stumps of her husband's hand and
licks his lips. He gets up and paces around the other bodies, nudging them with his foot.

ERIC
The rest of them? Those you knew.
Those you screwed. You probably don't
even remember their names.

Eric walks over and right's Kate's toppled chair. He slips her
wedding ring off her finger and slides it on his pinky.

ERIC
But you'll have an eternity to get
reacquainted. Before the fever and
the hunger sets in. Don't bother
screaming. Nobody will hear you.

He switches off the light and walks to the doorway.

ERIC
I love you, Kate. I always will

Eric pulls the steel shutter down. Kate's frightened muffled screams slowly fade away.

FADE OUT:

theblondewritr
01-16-2006, 11:44 PM
Harbinger, WHOAH! GREAT!

wow...so dark and creepy. I just got the chills. brrr
That was awesome!

Harbinger
01-16-2006, 11:48 PM
Thanx Blondewrtr.

Wow you're a fast reader. I was still getting through editing bits and pieces.

Thanx for reading. Glad you liked it. It's 6:47 am here. Been working on it since 8:00 PM. Can hardly keep my eyes open, but I wanted to get it done tonight.

Yawn.

theblondewritr
01-16-2006, 11:55 PM
Man, you're gifted.

I was still getting through editing bits and pieces

uh yeah, 'bits and pieces'. Now I'm really freaked:eek: lol, I was reading, got to the end and went, "wait, you can't leave us hanging here like this!" When I looked up, there was more. You're fast! And good!

This is going to be hard to top.


Not really hollywood material.


yes it is, my friend.
pfft...modest.

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 12:18 AM
Hey blonde your damn good for the ego.

If I could just fit you in my pocket......hmmm.

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 12:21 AM
haha, you could fit my pinky in there, maybe? lmao I've had a lot of experience with ego. I was married to a Navy Pilot for 15 years.

It's like this harbinger, you're good. Accept it, ok?

Now finish this and sell it!

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 12:42 AM
Ahhhh this is just a mess about. Won't be trying to sell it.

My current script I'm not happy with either. Seems the one i'm going with is my PACT script which I'd neglected until posting it here.

Just out of interest, I was trying to be as subtle as possible with my short script, but did you realise the seven bodies were the gangsters killed in the Valentines day massacre and that he'd recreated the exact crime scene with the bodies of kate's...ahem aquaintences.

Oh and for anyone else that missed it the surname of Kate's high school sweetheart is the surname of one of the real gangsters killed.

Eric Paullera is an angram of Lupercalia which was the pagan feast that is rumoured to have given birth to what we know as valentines day. Girls and boys were matched by pulling names from a hat. Apparently this ritual warded off wolves who plagued the sheperds and their flocks during Roman times.

Just a few little bit's and pieces. I like to add hidden stuff in my scripts. I thought about leaving it to see if anyone noticed, but I think it's a little obscure that one.

Ohh and I hope everyone that reads it realizes that, that wasn't bacon in Kate's pancake breakfast. Otherwise it may need a drastic rewrite there.

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 12:54 AM
I definitely got that it wasn't bacon she was eating.

But the Valentine's Day Massacre, no... that makes it even more intriguing. I remember seeing a piece about this on the History Channel, the Mob series. Or notorious gangsters. heh, notorious.

http://www.prairieghosts.com/valentine.html an interesting site I came across.

They killed all seven of them but had missed Bugs Moran. He had figured the arrival of the police car to be some sort of shakedown and had hung back. When the machine gunning started, he, Marks and Newberry had fled. The murders broke the power of the North Side gang and Moran correctly blamed Al Capone .

"Newberry"...you got the berry (although not the chocolate-covered kind) in there. lol

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 01:04 AM
That's the site I got my information from.

There's great bit halfway through that is crying out for having a script based loosely on it.

I loved the idea about the cursed bricks.

I can see a feature film, ensemble cast piece based on, say, five parties who each, unbeknownst to them, get one of the five cursed bricks.

It's be their strange seperate stories and how there lives actually interact without even realising it. Like the cursed bricks have some kind of hold, some kind of clandestine purpose to unite as one (in the way a brick wall would).

There's definitely a quirky independent movie there somewhere. Just got to flesh it out someday down the track (after I'm finished and completely happy with PACT)

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 01:09 AM
...what a great idea! You should flesh it out.

Title? Any ideas?

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 01:16 AM
No idea's as yet. It's purely the skeletal bones of an idea.

Shouldn't be difficult to come up with a title.

People refer to life as being built up of building blocks.

I'll do a bit of wordplay some time and come up with something.

Walls. Barriers. Bricks. Stone.

I'm a big fan of one word titles. So far my script titles (some written some not) are

GENESIS
BODYWORK
PACT
QUARTER
SNAPSHOT
THORN

I don't know what it is. I just really like sharp one word titles. I think if I ever make it that would be my calling card. One word titles.

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 01:26 AM
I'm writing a rom/com titled "Balls and Sauce"; the building blocks of a great Bolognese.

My favorite ONE WORD TITLE is 'Snatch'.

Feel free to bounce idea's off me. It gets my creative juices flowing.
(off to slumber). Take care harbinger.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 05:54 AM
I have short that fits the genre but it's too long (15 pages) may I post it anyhow just for the heck of it?

BTN


Sure, BTN, post it. What the hell.

KWV

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 06:01 AM
I loved your short, Harbinger, I thought it was excellent and agree with theblondewriter -- it was creepy as hell!

KWV

Btw, theblondewriter, why don't I get compliments like that? Huh? Great! :mad:

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 06:13 AM
great, a cameo by my dildo! KW, you've outdone yourself, really!

Remember THIS and all those thousands of LOL's? lmao, those lol's (believe it or not) are a testament to your fabulous sense of humor!

How's that? ;)

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 06:17 AM
Okay, I can take what I can get. LOL.

KWV

His short is very good though. Very well written. Loved it!

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 06:20 AM
Just out of interest, I was trying to be as subtle as possible with my short script, but did you realise the seven bodies were the gangsters killed in the Valentines day massacre and that he'd recreated the exact crime scene with the bodies of kate's...ahem aquaintences.

Oh and for anyone else that missed it the surname of Kate's high school sweetheart is the surname of one of the real gangsters killed.

Eric Paullera is an angram of Lupercalia which was the pagan feast that is rumoured to have given birth to what we know as valentines day. Girls and boys were matched by pulling names from a hat. Apparently this ritual warded off wolves who plagued the sheperds and their flocks during Roman times.




:eek: Damn.

KWV

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 06:41 AM
Eric Paullera is an angram of Lupercalia

Hmmm actually it's not. At least not quite. Added an extra 'e' and 'r'.

EDIT TIME!

Eric Paulla

Bit effeminate but I may go with it.

Oh and glad you liked it KWV.

How do I interpret that damn? Is that damn you missed it? Or damn 'how anal can you get it's just a short fun contest. What's with all the research. Get a life?'

Perhaps a little of both.

There is a $1000 prize right? I'm sure I read that somewhere.......oh and free hookers for a month too.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 06:45 AM
A BIG HEART

FADE IN:

EXT: DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

An obese woman, DORA, struggles up the steps of her front porch, breathes heavy. She fumbles with her keys. Drops them. She bends to — EGG SPATTERS AGAINST HER HEAD.

BOY O.S.
FAT PIG!

A group of boys pummel her with eggs. She stumbles. HER FOOT slips on gelatinous egg-goo. Like a hippo, on ice, her feet come out from beneath her. She plops on her ass.

The group of boys' laugh, like the frenzied cackles from a pack of hyenas.

A concerned boy, JUNIOR, hurries up the steps. A BOY'S HAND restrains him. The same hand that belongs to a mean kid, who goes by the name BULLY.

BULLY
What's the big idea?!

Junior's concern gives way to embarrassment. He forces a sheepish smile.

JUNIOR
Nothing.

BULLY
If I didn't know no better.
I'd say you were trying to
help that oinker.

Junior's eyes meet Doras. They share a moment of sorts; a victims' understanding. Junior turns to Bully.

JUNIOR
Nah. That fat pig?

Bully gives an evil grin. Acknowledges Junior with a friendly punch to the arm.

BULLY
Let's get out of here!
Come on! OINK!

Bully grabs Junior. The boys gather, run off.

ALL THE BOYS
OINK! OINK!

INT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

Renditions of Botero's 'Fat Ladies', cover the walls of the studio.

Dora towel dries her wet head, sits in front of a half-finished painting of another fat lady. Classical music lightly dances in the background. She sips a glass of red wine. Peace at last.

She paints a few strokes, her hand shakes. The brush scribbles a jagged line across the portrait. The painting blurs. The wineglass drops, shatters.

Dora's breath, panicked, quickens. She grabs a paper bag. Cups it around her mouth, inhales. The paper bag collapses — balloons — collapses...

AT THE SINK - DAY

A sink basin of running water, dirty paint brushes/pallets.

Dora stares, for a long beat: A rainbow of paint-colors, swirl... down the drain. She covers her mouth with her hand. The tears fall.

EXT. DORA'S - DAY

Dora opens the front door. A MOTHER holds her son, Bully, by the collar. His eyes black and blue.

DORA
Wha?

MOTHER
One of the boys slugged him
in the eye and told me what
happened. Isn't that right?

The mother releases Bully. He abruptly folds his arms, scowls up at his mother. She knocks that look off of his face, with a slap to the head.

BULLY
OW!

MOTHER
What do you have
to say for yourself?

He pouts, turns to Dora. His voice barely audible.

BULLY
I'm sorry.

MOTHER
What was that?

He cuts his eyes to his mother.

BULLY
SORRY I CALLED YOU A FAT ASS.

Another slap from his mother.

BULLY
OW! What was that for?!

MOTHER
A. For being a smart ass.
Two. Cause I ain't her.

Bully stamps his foot. In a huff, turns to Dora.

BULLY
Sorry for what I done.

MOTHER
What else?

Bully shakes his head at his mother like 'I'm not gonna'. His mother raises her hand like 'Oh, you're gonna'.

BULLY
OKAY. Jeez...

He looks to Dora from the tops of his angry eyes.

BULLY
Happy Valentines Day.

His mother hands him a box of chocolates. He gives them to Dora. The mother drags Bully down the steps.

DORA
Thank you...

Dora manages a half-hearted smile, a tiny wave, but their already gone.

INT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

Dora eats the chocolates, watches television. The doorbell rings.

EXT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

Dora opens the door. A dozen of roses are on her front stoop. She looks around, notices Junior slumped on the steps. Dora walks over, sits beside him, inhales the roses.

DORA
For me?

Junior, face buried in his hands, shakes his head yes. He sniffles.

DORA
Thank you, they're beautiful.

Dora fingers the flowers, stares off.

DORA
There is never a flower as sweet
or as beautiful as a rose. Its fragrance
is pure, as it wafts on a spring breeze
from places afar, though each is beautiful
beyond compare. Each is different from
flower to flower as it is from person to person.
Whether they be single hued or many colored
each has its meaning for a lifetime.

Dora blinks away the sentiment.

DORA
My father wrote that
in a Valentine's card
when I was about your
age. I never forgot it.

Dora looks to Junior, nudges him to lighten the mood. It doesn't work. She lays down the flowers, puts her arm around him.

DORA
I'm not mad that
you were one of
those boys...

Junior cries. Dora pulls him close, her eyes fill with tears.

DORA
It's okay...

They sit in silence for a beat. Dora leans in, changes her tone.

DORA
From the looks of
that other boy I'd
say you pack quite
a punch.

Junior shrugs his shoulders, doesn't look up. Dora looks at Junior poignantly.

DORA
Listen. I know
you're not like them.

Junior lifts his face from his hands.

JUNIOR
How do you know
mom?

DORA
Because, I didn't
raise you that way.

Dora leans her head on Junior. He wraps his arms around her, sobs. She gives him a kiss, rocks him gently.

JUNIOR
Happy Valentine's
Day.

DORA
You too sweetheart.

Dora pulls Junior close, as we pull away.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 06:48 AM
Harbinger... Like DAMN, you're good. Anyway, this was my original short that I posted, then removed, because I thought it was too sentimental or gushy. Do you think this is better?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 06:50 AM
"Missed it by _________________________________________ THAT MUCH!"

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:01 AM
LMAO...NOOOOO, I was replying to your other post about Harbinger's short.

I missed the VD massacre reference. And I was trying to reference one of my favorite lines from Get Smart (Maxwell Smart).

(this coffee's taking it's own sweet time to kick-in) lol

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 07:02 AM
"Missed it by _________________________________________ THAT MUCH!"
__________________


I think that's more a reflection on me though. I might have to add a few other clues. Maybe a reference to gangsters, prohibition etc.

I was going for 'second read' subtle, where you notice stuff on the second pass. I may have to change that a little.

Ohh and I'll read your second piece later today KWV. Got my annual contact lense eye test in 40 mins... and I stayed up all night doing that script. The whites of my eyes will be like a road map.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:02 AM
OH, LOL. Did you read this short? Were you surprised or no?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:03 AM
...this short is definitely better. The other one was good, but gross! lol

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:06 AM
LOL, I know, the other one was gross. Were you surprised at the end of my short or no?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:07 AM
oh yes, Master-o-surprises! I was ALMOST a psych-tech too. lmao

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:09 AM
Nooooo... LOLOLOL. I meant the short I just posted. ROTFLMAO!!! KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:10 AM
WHO REPLACED MY FOLGER'S with crack? lmao

we're outta sync! No really, nice twist. OMG!. Sweet.
Hit me like a brick.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:13 AM
Okay good, then it worked and... thanks for ruining it for everyone else :rolleyes: Great. ROTFLMAO!

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:16 AM
Guess what you got for Christmas? :rolleyes: lmao *edited* sorry. lolol

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:20 AM
for harbinger (when he returns from his roadmaps check-up):

If you need a good Brick story, I have one; got it as a Wedding gift. :rolleyes:

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:20 AM
:rolling: :rolling:

You remind me of my friend. One time (before I saw the movie), I'm like, "Did you see the sixth sense yet, I heard it was". "Yeah, it was great! I didn't realize he was dead. What a great...". And I'm like, "WHAT?". LOLOLOLOLOL.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 07:22 AM
laughing so hard right now. :o have a good one KW. lmao

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 07:23 AM
BTN, sorry your question got lost in the mix. Yeah, go ahead and post your short, although it would be nice if you could weedle it down to 5-pages. : ). I look forward to reading it.

Btw, if anyone would like to volunteer to judge the shorts let me know, I would appreciate it. So far I have: earlyman75, dpatersto (right Derek? LOL).

KWV

vig
01-17-2006, 01:39 PM
why would we limit it to an x amount of judges? if you're in the competition, you get 1st-2nd-3rd place vote.

if you are on done deal and you want to vote, vote.

why can't we do that?. simple, keeps an eye on bein impartial and it adds an extra dimension to the competition. we are a community, don't let a judge core vote, let the community vote.

vig

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 02:44 PM
why can't we do that?. simple, keeps an eye on bein impartial and it adds an extra dimension to the competition. we are a community, don't let a judge core vote, let the community vote.




Oh yeah, definitely, vig. It's for all Done Dealers to vote, it's not limited. The reason that I named a couple of judges and asked for volunteers is that there was previous short contest and not one person voted.

I guess I wanted to, at least, get a few core people who were definitely going to judge. That way, all the work that was put into our shorts wouldn't be wasted/drift into oblivion. I actually listed the contest that way:

SUBJECT: Valentine's Day Theme (Love, relationships, friendship, etc.)
SHORT LENGTH: 5 pages
SUBMISSION ACCEPTED: Before, midnight, February 14, 2006.
JUDGING: Fellow Done Dealers
AWARDS: Bragging Rights
WHEN TO POST: Anytime before February 14, 2006. Post your pages here.



KWV

vig
01-17-2006, 02:57 PM
why are you making this difficult.

can't vote for yourself
if you enter, you get a vote
currently there are five entries
that is enough to follow
what is above.

done.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 03:02 PM
I don't know, I guess it's a curse.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 04:04 PM
lol, the curse of Winter Solstice.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 04:07 PM
You read me too well. You are one fabulous lady. All that subtext. ;)

KWV

Harbinger
01-17-2006, 04:16 PM
I hear wedding bells. I think I'll have to get me a hat.

I liked you second entry more KWV. Had a lot more impact. I got my normal 'oooooo clever. stomach lurch' on a certain word (which I won't divulge) in the dialogue which is always a good sign.

I know this is not for critique, but I had to say this, because I think this is a real nice little short, that loses impact because of the extra unnecessary line of Juniors. Either way it's very good. Enjoyed every minute of it and again sorry for the critique.

Ohh and hey everybody.....Keyser Soze is............

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 04:18 PM
No, Harbinger, I'm going to give go do an edit now LOL. (and I know what you're talking about). I definitely respect your critique... you're good.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 04:20 PM
:o

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 04:24 PM
Don't be embarassed theblondewriter, you were spot on about me being fabulous. ;) LOL. KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 04:45 PM
Somebody call the Prop Dept. We need a ball and chain for this next scene.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 04:49 PM
:rolling: Cute.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 05:16 PM
lmao, are you and I the only one's NOT hearing bells?

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 05:21 PM
I know, it kills me. LOL.

KWV

wenonah
01-17-2006, 05:23 PM
so NEITHER of you believe in Santa? wow, you are quite the couple.

Kwvillen
01-17-2006, 05:28 PM
Oh man... thanks for allowing this topic to dwindle into oblivion wenona -- LOL.

KWV

Btw, I submitted a different short, wenona, actually one that I originally posted, removed, reposted. How many commas did I just write? LOL. Anyway, could you give it a look? I'm not looking for ego aggrandizement, just wanted to know if you liked it better than the other. Much appreciated.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-17-2006, 05:35 PM
;) wenonah! lol

wenonah
01-18-2006, 08:18 AM
Kv! I really like it - I read it when you had it up for a "blip" of a time - did you change it a little bit? It reads a bit tighter. Now I'm trying to remember the 2nd one you put up...

I'm glad the little boy kicked the other kid's a$$ but I can't help but wonder if her son would have gone along with it in the first place. Little boys are SEVERLY defensive of their moms.... I can't imagine my kids just letting some other little kids say mean stuff to me. It breaks my heart! I always look for opportunities for twists in stories and I think you have a good one here but I can't put my finger on it. I like that you save the fact that it's her son, but there's something bigger and better in there - I just can't think of it yet.

...oh wait, was your 2nd one the rose seller? I liked that one too - would have been fun if another man walked by and saw the lonely woman at the table and wanted to buy her a rose and then the man (rose seller) would have been conflicted whether or not to sell the rose to make money or not sell it because it's his wife, LOL.

good job!

w

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 12:53 PM
My second one was the guy and the pregnant woman in the hospital, who really wasn't pregnant, but it was a psyche ward. The rose hawker was/is J off Course, not me, no biggie.

Oh, I hear you about the boy being protective of his mom, I know. LOL. I think most boys/guys are. But I used her obesity/peer pressure, as the diversion, and then later the boy had a change of heart/consciense. Thanks for giving it a look.

KWV

wenonah
01-18-2006, 02:35 PM
OHHHHHH yeah, now I remember!!! LOL ... am I that lazy that I couldn't scroll back a couple pages? :o

okay, I read that one too --- and omg, I was like GROSS! but it was funny. I mean .. <<shudder>> ick but funny. so, I think both were good entries!

sorry about the mixup...

I'm having my short film premier tonight on a real live big screen and I'm VERY nervous!

w

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 02:37 PM
I'm having my short film premier tonight on a real live big screen and I'm VERY nervous!

w

Good for you!!! Did you shoot it yourself, have a DP or...?

KWV

wenonah
01-18-2006, 02:50 PM
All I did was write it ;-) There was a crew of about 15-20 people who donated their time to make it. It's totally great! I think we had a DP, AD, even a hair and makeup artist and a kick a$$ editor! Truly a collaborative masterpiece. :p If I could figure out how to get it into quicktime I'd put it online to share.

w

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 02:56 PM
Wow, good for you. Okay, I'm not going to continually bombard you with questions; Well, maybe just a few more:

Did you shoot it on 16mm?

Are you going to enter the short at a film festival?

And I think if you talk to your editor, it would prob. take him two minutes to put it on quicktime or another media type.

One last thing (not sure if you'll know): What editing softward did he use? Was it for mac, pc. Was it adobe or something else?
KWV

Harbinger
01-18-2006, 03:10 PM
Evening all, or morning ....whatever.

I wondered how many times we can enter this little comp, or if we can post a few and then decide on one.

Just come up with an idea that I think is better than my first one.

May type it up in the next two days anyway just for fun, as I'm having a bout of writer's block on my main script.

Is this against the rules......such as they are?

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 03:29 PM
Harbinger,

I think that It could get confusing/complicated with a ton of entries for each poster, so If you want to submit a different short, I'd take the other one offline (like I did) and repost the new one. That sound good? I'm trying to make this simple, unlike what I was doing previously.

KWV

Harbinger
01-18-2006, 03:43 PM
Yeah that's cool.

I'll write it anyway for fun and maybe post it on the script pages section. I'll decide which one I want to submit and make sure I only submit one on this thread, before the closing date.

wenonah
01-18-2006, 03:52 PM
Wow, good for you. Okay, I'm not going to continually bombard you with questions; Well, maybe just a few more:

Did you shoot it on 16mm?

Are you going to enter the short at a film festival?

And I think if you talk to your editor, it would prob. take him two minutes to put it on quicktime or another media type.

One last thing (not sure if you'll know): What editing softward did he use? Was it for mac, pc. Was it adobe or something else?
KWV

um... I have no idea. Film festivals, YES! We made the film with no budget but with an access grant from the MN IFP (so we could use their equipment and space rental) so we're not to release it to festivals and such until after it premiers at the IFP film fest in February (tonight showing is more of a private affair) The basic reason for filming it was for the Tribeca Connects program (for minority filmmakers) that my director and I entered last year with my feature film. Her reel was a bit sparse, although we made it to the finals. We didn't get into the program but they suggested we have the director shoot something else and apply next year (this year) so that's what it's for and now we're just waiting to hear back from Tribeca again.

I think it was edited on a Mac although I can't remember the program, sorry!

wenonah

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 04:08 PM
Wow, thanks wenona, good for you! I wish you luck!

KWV

ph0yce
01-18-2006, 05:32 PM
Okay, finally got the format down (not really but close enough).

The Obligatory Signature:



FADE IN:



INT. APARTMENT - LATE MORNING

Steam rises from a cup of coffee, the scent easily filling
this very bare two-bedroom apartment.

An elderly man sits by a window on the edge of a wooden
chair, his head hung down in shame. He turns and looks up,
pitiful.

WOMAN (O.S.)
Oh my! Oh m--

The man grimaces.

ELDERLY MAN
Now you don't have to go on like
that!

WOMAN (O.S.)
You stop that, Gerald! It's
beautiful. I love it. It's--

GERALD fidgets.

GERALD
I know it ain't much but--

WOMAN (O.S.)
Now you hush! Just the color I
wanted too. You shouldn't have.

The woman's voice fades into the next room. His face softens
into a smile.

The old man sighs and painfully looks at the table's
centerpiece, a small glass jar of coins - mostly pennies.

He takes a second look and something catches his eye...

...the word BANK on the building across the street.



INT. BANK - AFTERNOON

People mill about, muzak blares and everything is very...
red. Even the bank went all out for Valentine's Day.

The old man smirks at all the hoopla.

A hand reaches out and taps him on the shoulder--

GUARD
Mr. McKensie!

Gerald JUMPS and clutches his chest with his free hand, the
other remaining in his overcoat.

He spins around to see the goofy face of a man in uniform.

GUARD
Whoa! Sorry! Didn't mean to scare
ya.

The guard eyes him curiously and chuckles.

GUARD
You're not hot in all that? It's
supposed to be 85 today.

Gerald shakes his head, his hat almost falling off. He
motions towards the teller window.

GUARD
Oh yea, sure. He's back there.
See ya later.

Good, no line. The old man steps up to

THE TELLER WINDOW

A young woman in a white coat moves about quickly behind the
counter. The old man dressed for winter catches her eye.

TELLER
Oh, hi Mr. McKensie!

Gerald nods.

TELLER
Are you here to pickup or to see--

Gerald brandishes an old gun - a really, really old-looking
gun.

The teller freezes and draws a sharp breath in.

Gerald begins to speak but--

TELLER #2 (O.S.)
Hey Susan, where is--

--another teller appears and spots Gerald.

TELLER #2
Oh, hey dad! What are you doing
here--

Gerald looks confused.

TELLER #2
Dad! What the hell are you doing?!

A look of forced calm and composure comes over TELLER #2.

TELLER #2
Dad, it's me, your son. Robert?

Gerald shakes his head, dazed. Squinting his eyes and
looking around, the teller window disappears.

A sign hanging above him reads "RX Pickup/Drop-off." A
glance towards the front door and "WALGREENS" is plastered
everywhere.

ROBERT
Dad. Dad! Have you taken your
medicine today?

TELLER #1 starts to cry softly.

ROBERT
Oh Susie. No, it's-- it's okay...

Gerald takes a closer look at the man in front of him.

GERALD
(in a frail voice)
Bobby?

A look of relief washes over ROBERT. He reaches into his
pocket and retrieves a prescription bottle.



INT. BASEMENT

Two teens sit on a plaid couch. Their mouths are hanging
open.

WILLIAM SHATNER (O.S.)
Hello, I'm William Shatner. What
you've just seen is the harsh
reality of just one of the many
problems facing our aging
population.

TEEN #1 reaches for a yellow bong on the coffee table
but his hand weakly is slapped away by TEEN #2.

WILLIAM SHATNER (O.S.)
PBS believes and so do I, that with
your help we can fight dementia...

TEEN #1 looks over at his friend.

TEEN #1
Oh my God, are you crying?

TEEN #2
(sniffling)
Oh dude, that reminds me, my mom
wants me to sign a card for my
grandmother.

TEEN #2 motions to a VALENTINE's DAY card on the table.

TEEN #2
Hand me that.

FADE OUT.

theblondewritr
01-18-2006, 07:19 PM
I'm trying to make this simple, unlike what I was doing previously.
This made me laugh out loud. "Mr. easy-going". lol I'm tellin' ya, it's The Curse!
:rolleyes:

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 07:36 PM
LOL, did you get a kick out of that? Figured you would. Btw, we can't socialize anymore -- cause you're a stalker. ROTFLMAO! kidding


KWV

Kwvillen
01-18-2006, 07:44 PM
It was a joke theblondewriter and you got a new avatar I see?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-18-2006, 08:04 PM
lmao, yeah I'm honing my stalking skills. ;) btw kw, what do you want me to do with all these wedding invitations?

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 05:08 AM
I think you can scrap em':) . Anyway, where's your short theblondewriter? You're going to submit one, right?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 06:50 AM
maybe... :)

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 08:07 AM
maybe nothing, lol. Oh btw, what are you hugging in your avatar? It's hard to make out.

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 04:44 PM
That's "Verdell" (my affectionate pooch-nephew) :love:

I stand firm on "maybe". lol

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 04:51 PM
Ah, so it's your brother's/sister's dog.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 04:55 PM
Si Senior Cyclops! cute little Circus Puppy.

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 05:00 PM
Ah cool. Does he have sunglasses on?

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 05:01 PM
lol, yeah, He won those in a bottle-toss.

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 05:03 PM
cute.

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 05:09 PM
Thanks. He's 'Top Shelf' Shihtzu.

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 07:56 PM
:rolleyes:

Kwvillen
01-19-2006, 08:09 PM
What? LOL

KWV

theblondewritr
01-19-2006, 08:13 PM
What? What Valentine's Short contest thread would be complete on the 14th page-without Tina Turners', 'What's Love got to do with it'?


You must understand how the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore that it means more than that

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

It may seem to you that I'm acting confused
When you're close to me
If I tend to look dazed I've read it someplace
I've got cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
But whatever the reason you do it for me

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

I've been taking on a new direction
But I have to say
I've been thinking about my own protection
It scares me to feel this way

*(What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken) *


:love: ...so many creative minds at work here. I really enjoy reading everyone's brain child.

theblondewritr
01-23-2006, 06:56 PM
KW, has this thread been abandoned? lol

Mark Somers
01-23-2006, 10:31 PM
We're all patiently waiting for your pages, TBW. :)


Oh and you owe KWV 50 bucks, I wasn't able to talk Bea into that facial. :)

BetterThanNormal
01-23-2006, 10:31 PM
Sure, BTN, post it. What the hell. KWV

Thanks. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. Here goes...please forgive the formatting...





THE MORNING AFTER



FADE IN:


INT. BEDROOM -- DAY

CHRISTINE BABCOCK, a woman in her thirties is f
ast asleep in bed completely covered by blankets.

A cell phone on the night stand rings and she
fumbles for it knocking it to the floor.

CHRISTINE

Darn it.

She lifts the phone off the floor and brings it

under the covers.


CHRISTINE

(into phone)

Hello?

(beat)

Oh hi Janice. Yeah I'm okay. What time is it?

(beat)

Oh God, my head. What happened last night?
The last thing I remember is ordering a round
of shots and...Janice can you hold on a minute?


Christine's face gradually emerges from beneath
the covers and peers over at the man sleeping
next to her in bed. She gasps and quickly turns
back over and cowers beneath the blankets.

CHRISTINE

(into phone)
Oh my God! Janice there's a strange man in
my bed! Yes, I'm sure! I don't know how the
hell he got here! He's just here!
(listens)
No, I didn't pick him up last night! Yes, I'm
sure! Well sort of sure anyhow. I can't
remember too much about last night. Oh
man I picked up a strange guy and had sex
with him! God, Janice what am I gonna do?
I don't remember who this guy is! He could
be some lunatic and I slept with him!
(listens)
Well I don't know for sure if I did. Just a
minute I'll check.


She lifts the covers and after peering beneath
them she quickly drops them.


CHRISTINE
(into phone)
Oh God he IS naked! I did have sex with
him! What should I do? I've never done
anything like this before! Should I wake
him up or something?
(listens)
I can't just leave! Why? Because I have
no idea what happened last night! I can't
leave never knowing what I did or hopefully
didn't do! And besides it would be...rude.
(listens)
Okay, I'll do that. I'll call you right back.



She switches off the phone and then carefully
rolls out of bed landing on the ground with a
loud thud. She quickly pops her head up to
check if the man is still asleep. He is. She
quickly collects her clothes from the floor
and quietly backs out of the room all the
while keeping an eye on the sleeping stranger
in her bed.

INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY


Moments later. The bathroom door opens
and Christine comes out wearing a bathrobe
with her hair wrapped in a towel.

She stops dead at the sight of the strange
man from her bed standing near the front door
of the apartment wearing only his pants and
searching the floor for something.


CHRISTINE
Um, good morning.



The man, TED WARSHAWSKY looks up at her.


TED

Oh hi. Had a shower huh?
(beat)
Have you seen my shoes anywhere?
I can't seem to remember where I left
them last night.



CHRISTINE
I think you might've left them in the, um, the...
(motions toward the bedroom)

TED
No, I checked there.


CHRISTINE
Oh. Well have you checked the closet?



TED
No, I haven't.



He moves for bedroom but hesitates when
Christine does not move out of his way.



TED
Uh, I have to...



CHRISTINE
Oh, sorry.



She steps aside allowing him into the bedroom.



CHRISTINE
So, some night last night, huh?



TED
Yeah, some night.



CHRISTINE
Boy I tell ya I can't remember when I had
such a good time.



Ted emerges from the bedroom.


TED
They're not in there either.



CHRISTINE
Really? Well I'm sure they'll turn up. But if
they don't you can just borrow a pair of mine.
(laughs nervously)
So...coffee?


Christine moves quickly to the kitchen and Ted follows her.


CHRISTINE
So, that was a great bar we were at.


TED
Yeah, it was.


INT. KITCHEN -- DAY

Christine is rummaging through the cupboards.


CHRISTINE
What was it called now? The rooftop? The attic?


TED
The Blue Room.


CHRISTINE
Yeah that's it, The Blue Room! Great bar.
Great music too.



She produces two coffee mugs, a sugar
bowl and a jar of instant coffee from the
cupboard and places them on the counter.



TED
I guess. I'm not into punk though.


CHRISTINE
Oh well neither am I, but for punk it was
pretty good. Instant okay?


TED
Sure.


With shaking hands she spoons out the
coffee and fills the mugs with water and
places them into the microwave.


CHRISTINE
So I guess we danced...I mean we must've...
I mean after we danced I guess we came
back here, huh?


TED
That's right. Are you feeling okay?


CHRISTINE
Yeah, I'm fine. So after we danced
we came back here and...


TED
We had a few more drinks and we sat
on the couch.


CHRISTINE
Oh yeah, and you talked about your mother, a lot.


TED
No, that was you. You don't remember too
much about last night do you?


CHRISTINE
Oh heck yeah, I remember everything.



TED
Okay, then what's my name?


CHRISTINE
You're...


She turns away and mumbles something.


TED
What?


CHRISTINE
You're...Dave.


TED
No.


CHRISTINE
Mark?



TED
No.



CHRISTINE
Carl? No you don't look at all like a Carl. I
mean...oh god, who am I kidding? You're
right I don't remember you at all!


TED
Hey, it's okay.


CHRISTINE
No it isn't! I've never done anything like
this before! I'm not the kind of girl who
goes around picking up strange men and
bringing them home! And now I don't even
know who you are! You must feel awful!


TED
It's okay, I'm not upset about it.


CHRISTINE
That's a relief.


TED
Because I can't remember your name either.


CHRISTINE
What?!


TED
I'm just kidding. Your name is Christine Babcock,
right?


CHRISTINE
Yeah that's right. So how much of last night
do you remember?


TED
Pretty much all of it.


CHRISTINE
Oh...that's good. So what happened after
we got back here?


TED
Well we sat on the couch and talked. Like
I said you complained about your mother, a lot.


CHRISTINE
Sorry.


TED
Then we started to kiss...


CHRISTINE
Oh God here it comes!


TED
Then we went into the bedroom and...


CHRISTINE
I feel nauseas.


TED
You passed out.


CHRISTINE
I did what?


TED
You passed out.


CHRISTINE
That's it?


TED
Yeah. You were pretty drunk.


CHRISTINE
And nothing else happened?


TED
Nope.


CHRISTINE
You're sure?



TED
Absolutely.



CHRISTINE
Then how did you end up with your pants off?


TED
You spilled a drink on me at the bar and it
soaked through.



CHRISTINE
Oh thank God! I thought we had sex! Oh I'm
sorry I didn't mean it that way!


TED
It's alright.


CHRISTINE
It's just that it's such a relief to know we
didn't do anything. I'm sorry, that keeps
coming out the wrong way.


TED
It's okay, I understand.


CHRISTINE
Well, Ted, thanks for, you know, being
a gentleman and not, you know...


TED
You're welcome.


CHRISTINE
Well, I guess I'll just get my stuff...and, ya
know, leave before I embarrass myself even
more...excuse me.


She leaves the kitchen and Ted follows her.


TED
Well actually I was wondering if maybe...


CHRISTINE

What?

BetterThanNormal
01-23-2006, 10:36 PM
INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Christine continues through the living room
toward the bedroom with Ted following her.


TED
Well, like I said I really did have a good time last night.


CHRISTINE
Uh huh.


TED
And I was just wondering if I could see you again?


CHRISTINE
Like on a real date?


TED
Yeah.


CHRISTINE
Um, well can I think about it?


TED
Sure, I guess. You're not still worried about
what happened last night are you? Because
it happened just like I said it did.


CHRISTINE
Don't worry I believe you. It's just that...


Christine enters the bedroom closing the door
behind her. Ted remains by the bedroom door.


TED
What?


CHRISTINE
Well I don't know you all that well. In fact
I don't even know your name.


TED
It's Ted Warshawsky.


CHRISTINE
Well, Ted, if we went out it would be like
a blind date, except that we've already
slept together, sort of. And blind dates
kinda fall into the same category for me
as one night stands.


TED
But we didn't do anything.


CHRISTINE
I know that. It's just that I'm kinda uncomfortable
with it, is all.


TED
Okay, what about if we just met for coffee?


CHRISTINE
Just coffee?


TED
Yeah.


CHRISTINE
I guess that would be okay.


She comes out of the bedroom fully dressed
except for the towel still in her hair.


CHRISTINE
How do I look?


TED
You look great except for--


CHRISTINE
Thanks. Well I gotta get going.


TED
So I'll call you tomorrow?


CHRISTINE
Sounds good. Do you have my number?


TED
Yeah. You wrote it on my hand last night.
See?


He holds out his hand to her and she cringes
at the sight of it.


CHRISTINE
I'm quite the artist, huh?


TED
Yeah it took you ten minutes to draw those lips.


CHRISTINE
Nice.


She opens the apartment door.


CHRISTINE
Well thanks for eveything. I'll talk to you later.
Have a good day.


TED
Yeah you too.


She leaves.


A second later there is a knock at the door.
Ted opens it and Christine reaches in and
hands him the towel she was wearing.

BetterThanNormal
01-23-2006, 10:41 PM
INT. OFFICE -- DAY

Christine is typing away on her computer
when she is startled by her best friend
JANICE who appears over the top of her
cubicle.


CHRISTINE
Jeeze Janice you scared the crap out of me!


JANICE
Sorry. So?


CHRISTINE
What?


JANICE
What happened Saturday night?


CHRISTINE
You know, you were there.


JANICE
No, after the club, you know, with what's his
name.


CHRISTINE
Oh that. Nothing happened.


JANICE
Nothing? You are so full of it! Tell me!


CHRISTINE
I told you nothing happened. We just went
back to his place and had a few drinks and
talked and that's it.


JANICE
You are so full of it! What about that panicky
call I got Sunday morning about you in bed
with some guy? Huh?


CHRISTINE
Well, yeah, we slept together...


JANICE
Ah, ha!


CHRISTINE
But we didn't have sex. I just...passed out.


JANICE
Passed out?


CHRISTINE
Yes.


JANICE
And that's it?


CHRISTINE
Yes.


JANICE
You are so boring.


CHRISTINE
I am not! In fact I'm glad nothing happened.
I'm not that kind of girl.


Christine resumes typing.


CHRISTINE
He did ask me out though.


JANICE
Ewwww! You can't go out with him! Not
after that!


She stops typing.


CHRISTINE
Why not?


JANICE
Because it's...


CHRISTINE
It's what?


JANICE
Icky! That's what it is! You slept with this guy!


CHRISTINE
But we didn't do anything.


JANICE
Doesn't matter! You still went to bed with
him and now you're gonna try to go on a
normal date with him!


CHRISTINE
So?


JANICE
It's gonna be weird! You won't know what
to say to each other. Trust me, there's no
goin' back to first base once you've rounded
third.


CHRISTINE
But we didn't do anything!


JANICE
Did you see him naked?


CHRISTINE
No. Well, almost.


JANICE
Awkward city! Trust me on this one.


CHRISTINE
It's just gonna be coffee.


JANICE
So it's not a real date.


CHRISTINE
No, just a sort of get to know each other
thing.


Janice thinks for a moment.


JANICE
Still won't work.


CHRISTINE
I have to get back to work.


Christine resumes typing.


JANICE
Trust me on this one Chris, it's gonna be
very, very weird.


The voice of the OFFICE MANAGER bellows
from the distance.


OFFICE MANAGER
Ladies!


JANICE
Gotta go.


Janice walks away.


CHRISTINE

Thank God.

BetterThanNormal
01-23-2006, 10:44 PM
INT. COFFEE SHOP -- DAY

Ted and Christine are sitting across from
each other looking uncomfortable. There is
a long, awkward silence then...


TED
So, good coffee huh?


CHRISTINE
Yes. Is it Columbian?


TED
No, French roast.


CHRISTINE
I see. It's good...real good.


TED
I'm glad you like it.
(pause)
I wasn't sure.


CHRISTINE
About what?


TED
If you would like it or not.


CHRISTINE
Like what?


TED
The coffee. I didn't know if you would like it
or not. I just took a chance.



CHRISTINE
Oh.
(pause)
I like a man who takes chances.


TED
Oh yeah?


CHRISTINE
Uh huh.


An awkward silence.


TED
Nice day out.


CHRISTINE
Yeah it is.


An awkward moment.


Christine stirs her coffee.


TED
So...would you like to take a walk after this?


CHRISTINE
Sure. Where?


TED

I was thinking of the park.

BetterThanNormal
01-23-2006, 10:51 PM
EXT. PARK -- DAY

Ted and Christine walk side by side next
to a duck pond. Ted has his hands firmly
entrenched in his pockets while Christine
has hers wrapped tightly around her purse.


CHRISTINE
So, tell me about yourself.


TED
Well, I'm thirty two, single, and I'm a mechanical
engineer.


CHRISTINE
That sounds interesting.


A silence.


Ted clears his throat nervously.


TED
What do you do?


CHRISTINE
I'm a data entry clerk.


TED
Oh, that's nice.


CHRISTINE
I know it's boring.


TED
Oh no I didin't mean it that way.


CHRISTINE
No, it's okay I know what I do is boring,
but it's alright. I like it that way.


TED
Really?


CHRISTINE
Yeah, I have a job where I can go home
at the end of the day and forget about it.
Work stays at work and that's the way I
like it. No stress, no pressure. Just a nice
boring job that stays at the office where
it belongs.


TED
That sounds...nice.


CHRISTINE
Yes, it's...nice.


EXT. PARK BENCH -- DAY

Ted and Christine are seated on a bench next to a duck pond.


TED
Nice day, isn't it?


CHRISTINE
Uh huh. It's...nice.


A pause.


CHRISTINE
Oh what are we doing?


TED
Sitting here looking at the ducks.


CHRISTINE
No, no I mean what are we doing pretending
like we're strangers on a first date? This is
silly. We're not strangers, we slept together
for Pete's sake.


An ELDERLY COUPLE walking past overhears her and throw her a look.


CHRISTINE
(to the elderly couple)
But we didn't do anything!
(to Ted)
Maybe it's true what Janice said. Maybe
you can't go back to first base after you've
been to third.


TED
What does that mean?


CHRISTINE
It was her way of saying that it would be
unatural and awkward to try to go on a
first date with someone you've already
been kind of intimate with.


TED
Are you really feeling that uncomfortable?


CHRISTINE
Well, no...okay, a bit. But you have to admit
that the conversation has been pretty awkward.


TED
Yes I suppose it has been. But are you having
a good time?


She thinks for a second.


CHRISTINE
Well, yes...yes I am. But it's so difficult.
I've never been in a situation like this before.
I don't know what to say or what to do...


TED
Yeah I know, it's not like there are a lot
of books on the subject.



CHRISTINE
And none of my friends were much help either.


TED
Then I guess we're on our own on this one.


CHRISTINE
Looks like it.


Beat.


TED
Maybe we should try something different.


CHRISTINE
Like what?


TED
Well, what do you feel like doing right now?


CHRISTINE
Honestly?


TED
Uh, huh.


CHRISTINE
Well, this is gonna sound kinda silly but I
kinda want to just hold your hand. I mean
if that's alright with you.


Ted puts out his hand for her.


TED
All yours.


She gingerly slips her hand inside his and
together they slowly wrap their fingers
around each other's hands.


TED
How does that feel?


CHRISTINE
It feels...good.


TED
You sure?


CHRISTINE
Uh huh.

TED
Would you normally do this on a first date?


CHRISTINE
I guess most people would but this is second
date stuff for me. I'm such a prude.


The ELDERLY COUPLE walk by again and look
at Ted and Christine.


CHRISTINE
(to the elderly couple)
We're just holding hands, that's all, I swear!


The elderly couple just shake their heads and keep walking.


CHRISTINE
(to Ted)
Don't worry, I'll get over it someday.


A moment.


TED
So what do you want to do next?


CHRISTINE
I think I'm good right here. You?


TED
Yeah, I'm good too.

After a moment of looking at the pond
Christine gently places her head on Ted's
shoulder.


CHRISTINE
I just have one question about Saturday night.


TED
What's that?


CHRISTINE
How did I get this tattoo on my leg?



FADE OUT

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 06:30 AM
OMG, theblondewriter and clueless! LOL! I think BTN brought it back to life. Thanks for your entry BTN although you didn't see my subsequent post asking that you cut it down some. :) Ah well.... What can you do? Glad to have more participants, anyway. I'll give it a read later on. :D

And, uh, theblondewriter... where have you been? I know clueless has been posting pages in script pages, but you? Have some secret lair you're hiding out at? LOL.

Btw, you crack me up, clueless!!

KWV

theblondewritr
01-24-2006, 06:54 AM
KW, I've been boning-up on my debating (Ad Hominem) skillz.

http://www.fallacyfiles.org/adhomine.html

Aaah clueless, don't hold your breath. In college, I 'always' wrote my papers the night before they were due. lol

INT. OFFICE (present)

THEBLONDEWRITR
...and today's no different. :)

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 06:56 AM
Ah... for One on One?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-24-2006, 07:00 AM
lmao, maybe. You never know when you'll need to present an affective argument these days.

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 07:01 AM
Why do I think there's more to that original statement that I just don't get?

KWV

theblondewritr
01-24-2006, 07:04 AM
...because you're good at reading between the lines? :rolleyes:

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 07:10 AM
LOL, okay. I'll bite.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-24-2006, 07:13 AM
You gonna bite into a 3-pronged hook? lol "Silly KW, that's not bait."

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 07:15 AM
Oh, I didn't know if you were saying that it was something you were doing for school or something with the ad hom. :)

KWV

Kwvillen
01-24-2006, 07:41 AM
BTN, I read your short, loved your dialogue... very nice! Very natural; and a cute story! You're good. :D

KWV

dclary
01-24-2006, 03:19 PM
My Valentine's Day Short:









Game
by David W. Clary

EXT. GARDEN OF EDEN - DAY
Everything is perfect.

EVE stands, completely naked, overlooking green grass, fruit trees, lambs and lions lounging on granite boulders.

She looks down, at ADAM, stretched out on the grass, also completely naked.

Eve smiles, and lies down beside him. She places her hand on his c*ck, and he closes his eyes in ecstacy.

EVE
The serpent is eager today.

ADAM
Every day.

Her fingers are drawling lines upon his chest.

EVE
Whatever shall I do?

Adam groans as her hand returns to his need.

ADAM
Anything it wants.

EVE
What’s that?

Eve leans closer to Adam’s groin. She places her ear against it.

EVE
Really? That fruit?

ADAM
What?

Eve smiles at her lover.

EVE
Your serpent says it wants to eat of the fruit.

ADAM
(suddenly alarmed)
You can’t!

Eve stops her minstrations. Adam’s reaction resembles a full body cramp.

EVE
No?

ADAM
No...

She reaches down, teasing him.

EVE
No?

ADAM
Oh, God.

EVE
He’s not here right now.

Adam groans again.

EVE
Well?

ADAM
Yes. Yes! Get the fruit. Whatever you want. Anything.

EVE
Your serpent is going to be very happy.

INT. LIBRARY - DAY
Dark, musty, a very old library, probably somewhere in England. JOHN sits across from JANE, a Cat-who-ate-the-Canary smile across his face.

JANE
You are so full of sh*t.

JOHN
I’m telling you, that’s what really happened.

JANE
I can’t believe I let you tell me that... Crap.

JOHN
Turned you on though, didn’t it?

JANE
Excuse me?

John leans in.

JOHN
It got you hot.

JANE
No.

JOHN
Bothered.

JANE
No.

JOHN
Squeezing your thighs to keep from squirming.

JANE
NO!

The loudness of the retort stuns them both. They lean close.

JANE
You are a pervert. Sick twisted scum. There is nothing you could do to ever turn me on.

John reaches out, grabs her by the neck, and kisses her with a savage passion. Jane flinches for a moment, then digs in herself, and they go at it hard. When John pulls away, Jane gasps, and flops back in her seat.

JOHN
That’s too bad.

He gets up and leaves.

EXT. JUST OUTSIDE HEAVEN - DAY
There’s a pearly fence in the background, resting on clouds.

ANGELINA, soft, white, fluffy feathers, hovers next to DEVLIN, blood red, goat-hoofed, leathery wings, horns.

ANGELINA
That was cold.

DEVLIN
Was it?

ANGELINA
I tire of this game.

DEVLIN
Too cold for you? Or too hot?

ANGELINA
Either.

Devlin reaches out for her, stopping just short of touching her.

Angelina studies his hand for a moment, studies his evil, demonic face.

DEVLIN
Funny how these things work out.

ANGELINA
Yeah.

She leans close, and as they approach, a thick, acrid smoke starts rising from Devlin’s skin -- just being close to her holiness is killing the demon.
Angelina kisses him. Devlin kisses her back, and touches her arm with his hand. Flames rise from the back of his knuckles, but Angelina’s garments are unscathed.

Devlin pulls back.

DEVLIN
It’s not too late.

ANGELINA
It is.

She floats upward, toward the pearly fence.

DEVLIN
Now who’s being cold?

ANGELINA
I love you.

He considers this.

DEVLIN
I’ll see you next year?

She is gone.

billythrilly7
01-24-2006, 03:55 PM
My entry....

INT. HOLDING CELL - DAY

An OLDER DISHEVELED MAN, in an Armani suit, sits on a wooden chair. The SHERIFF enters.

SHERRIF(O.S.)
Bender, your girlfriend is here.

OLDER DISHEVELED MAN/BENDER
Thank god.

SUSIE, a gorgeous girl, in her early twenties, steps towards the bars as Bender shakes his head in embaressment. The Sheriff opens the cell up and then stands there, motionless. Bender glares at him.

SHERIFF
I'll give you two a moment.

The Sheriff exits.

SUSIE
What happened?

BENDER
I...I tried to bribe a judge.

SUSIE
You what?

BENDER
Yep. Did you pay my bail?

SUSIE
Yes, we can go. I don't even know what to say.

BENDER
Say "yes."

SUSIE
To what?

BENDER gets down on one knee and pulls a ring box from his pocket. The hallway fills with smiling people, including other cops, and a few handcuffed, dregs of society.

SUSIE
Oh my god.

BENDER
Susie, will you marry me?

SUSIE
Yes. Yes!!

She jumps into his arms.

THE CROWD
(in unison)
Happy Valentines Day!!!


FADE TO BLACK



Thank you.

dclary
01-24-2006, 04:07 PM
Brilliant, Billy!

What did you think of mine?

billythrilly7
01-24-2006, 04:15 PM
Thank you.

LOVED YOURS



I think the competition should be shut down and YOU dclaryed the winner and I take the runner up spot, so just in case you can't fulfill your duties as Valentines short winner, I can step in.

dclary
01-24-2006, 04:17 PM
Works for me.

LOCK IT(tm).

theblondewritr
01-25-2006, 06:44 PM
IT aint over 'til the FAT LADY SINGS, boys. :rolleyes:

Kwvillen
01-25-2006, 07:33 PM
Well. We're waiting for your a cappella, theblondewriter.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-25-2006, 07:54 PM
you're waiting for ...a star of the first magnitude in Auriga?

edit* lol ;) Ahhhhh Cappella! I'll take that as a compliment.

...left the door wide-open for that one. lol

Kwvillen
01-25-2006, 07:57 PM
Uh, yeah, something like that. And I did an edit. LOL

KWV

theblondewritr
01-25-2006, 09:32 PM
Oh and you owe KWV 50 bucks, I wasn't able to talk Bea into that facial. http://scriptsales.com/boards/images/smilies/smile.gif

clueless, that's a poor reflection on you. shhh shhh, no more talking.

Did you show her all the hair on your back before you asked?

BetterThanNormal
01-25-2006, 10:45 PM
Sorry about the length folks. There was just no way to cut it back without losing a lot. Oh well. At least it helped breathe new life into your contest (apparently) so I guess my work is done here. Best of luck to everybody.

BTN

PS Sorry again, never read your post about the length.

Kwvillen
01-26-2006, 06:49 AM
No problem BTN. Glad to have your short. It's very good. I thoroughly enjoyed it. :D

KWV

dclary
01-26-2006, 12:40 PM
It just can't win, since it's too long.

:devil:

Kwvillen
01-26-2006, 05:27 PM
I know. :( Ah well. It is good, though. I enjoyed yours too, dc... You give new meaning to 'Fruit of the Loom'. :)

KWV

P.S. I think I'm going emoticon crazy lately.:rolleyes: :D

dclary
01-26-2006, 05:36 PM
I wanted to write something a little different. A take on the old riddle within a mystery within an enigma, maybe. Or else love's give and take from three different angles.

Kwvillen
01-26-2006, 05:44 PM
And here I thought it was about a guy and a girl having some fun in a garden (and heaven)... Ah well, LOL.

KWV

BetterThanNormal
01-27-2006, 12:10 AM
It just can't win, since it's too long.

...he says breathing a HUGE sigh of relief. ;)

dclary
01-27-2006, 12:19 AM
I've won once. Now I just compete for fun. The VD contest is my favorite.

dclary
01-27-2006, 12:20 AM
And by "won" I mean "got second" -- but the winner's entry was a copy of his winning christmas script, so I don't count it. Despite its hiliarity and satirical brilliance.

Bastard.

BetterThanNormal
01-27-2006, 12:31 AM
Yeah, I came in third (I think) in the Halloween contest. I had a good time with that one. I just entered this time for sh1ts and giggles.

awakemynightmare
01-28-2006, 08:00 PM
I can assume that the contest entries will be moved to one post as to keep the integrity of this event top flight and create a healthy atmosphere for the reader instead of having to wade through a myriad of posts to find the entries.

But i'm sure the powers to be have already taken provisions. I tried to read some of the entries but got frustrated in my quest to find them.

Good luck to all the participants.

theblondewritr
01-29-2006, 02:00 AM
awakenmynightmare, assuming you can fight your way out of a paper bag,

http://scriptsales.com/boards/showthread.php?t=17580

Kwvillen
01-29-2006, 06:34 AM
Thanks theblondewriter! I can't believe you actually posted again. Wow! That's two in a row... that must count for something, no? :) What have you been up to? And where's clueless?

KWV

awakemynightmare
01-29-2006, 07:00 AM
I don't understand the fight your way out of the paper bag reference, it might concern the simple task of just scrolling through a condensed thread, but as my time is valuable if not mine to use as I wish, it's up to administration to make it as easy as possible for people who might want to read a short or two to access the shorts.

I didn't mean to ruffle any feathers.

Kwvillen
01-29-2006, 07:10 AM
No feathers ruffled :) . I can speak for theblondewriter — She's a consummate smart a$$ (in a good way) and I'm sure she meant nothing by it.

It is confusing with two threads... But I already condensed the shorts under one thread. I'm glad you're taking the time to read them. :D

KWV

theblondewritr
01-29-2006, 12:02 PM
lol, "a consummate smart a$$". Yep, in a good way. :p You know me KW, I was just tyring to help someone out. I uh, took time out of my busy schedule to do that for you (3am)...since you've been so gracious with your time.:)

...and I have no idea where clueleahhh is these days;holed-up, writing perhaps?

Kwvillen
01-29-2006, 12:08 PM
I uh, took time out of my busy schedule to do that for you (3am)...since you've been so gracious with your time.http://scriptsales.com/boards/images/smilies/smile.gif



LOL theblondewriter :D . Late nighter, I see.

I've been meaning to ask clueless where he came up with the name Siren Fry Missions... Hmm, will do next time he pops his evil head in here.

KWV

theblondewritr
01-29-2006, 12:28 PM
I was wondering that myself, KW. Siren Fry Missions.

pit-pony
02-04-2006, 06:42 AM
I entered my submission. It was hard to adopt it down to five pages.

..jack

Kwvillen
02-04-2006, 07:29 AM
Thanks, Jack, can you do an edit and name your story? Thanks for your submission. :)

KWV

pit-pony
02-04-2006, 01:46 PM
Done :)

..jack

Kwvillen
02-04-2006, 04:34 PM
Thanks, jack.

KWV

Harbinger
02-06-2006, 11:30 AM
Evening....or morning....watever.

I'm back online finally. I actually managed to set my computer on FIRE!
I wasn't aware that was actually possible.

I put my Floppy drive lead in the wrong bit, there was a bang/popping sound, my motherboard set on fire and smoke everywhere.

Anyway glad to see the threads still going strong. Only just over a week till the end.

As I said I decided to write another entry. I'll probably be entering this o ne and deleting the first. I just prefer the new one. A bit more action and reaction dialogue rather than long drawn out monologues.

I'll post it later and delete the last. Some good new entries too. Gonna be a close one!

Harbinger
02-06-2006, 08:50 PM
This is my new entry. I didn't post it on the Entry thread cause I'm not able to delete my previous entry there, and would have two entires. I hope you like it. It's called Burning Love. It's the fastest thing I've ever written. Just seemed to fall together. Thanks to KWV. This contest seems to have agreed with me. Normally I um and ah for days and go through several bouts of writer's block. Didn't happen for this contest.

Anyhoo, here it is. Hope you like it.

BURNING LOVE
By
Harbinger

FADE IN:

EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Crumbled brickwork, scattered litter and shattered glass
suggest this is a place that has seen better days.

Two dark figures, walk quickly across the lot. They stop
beneath flickering lamplight.

The light catches BOB, 31, well Groomed, clean shaven. His
friend, DAVE, 31, plump and breathing heavily, stares out
into the expanse of darkness.

DAVE
Bob, I don't like this.

BOB
It'll be fine, Dave. In and out
like lightning.

DAVE
I thought you were over this.

BOB
And I am. This is strictly a one-
time deal. To exorcise the demons
if you will.

Bob walks over to a door, eaten through by woodworm. He
shoulder barges it open. Dave follows him over.

BOB
Forgotten something?

Dave glances back over his shoulder. A petrol can sits alone
beneath the lamplight.

INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Bob and Dave walk up a rickety flight of stairs. Rotten
wooden splints creak their displeasure with each footstep.

They reach the top. Bob grabs the Petrol can from Dave and
pours a snaked trail from the stairs across the room. Dave
fidgets, his foot tapping incessantly. Bob glares at him.

DAVE
I can't help it.

BOB
Relax. No-one ever comes here.
(throws empty can aside)
Lighter.

Reluctantly, Dave fumbles his Zippo from his pocket and
tosses it to Bob. Bob flips the lid and finger clicks the
wheel of the lighter. The flame ignites. He stares at it.

BOB
Look at it move. Just for me.
Dancing to a silent symphony played
only for two.

Dave looks across a little nervous. Bob shakes his trance
like state. He smiles back at him.

BOB
Don't worry, Dave. I'm not that
person anymore.
(walks over to the stairs)
But can you think of anything more
fitting than this?

He beckons Dave over. He crouches and lights the flame. The
trail ignites, a coiling snake of fire slithers to the far
side of the room. Fire dances shadows across the walls.

BOB
Can't you feel it. The warmth. The
love. It engulfs everything. No
hate or discrimination. It treats
everything with complete and utter
unconditional equality.

Bob turns and walks down the stairs as the roofing ignites.
Glowing embers rain from the ceiling.

EXT. CAFÉ - NIGHT

RITA, 25, beautiful, but at this point a little windswept, is
stood outside a café, smoking a cigarette. A bitter wind
whips debris down the street.

A shiny red balloon, with the words: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY,
bobbles towards her, caught by the wind. It's string catches
on metal railings.

Rita watches it, swaying to and fro, taunting her. Finally
she succumbs and reaches out for it. The wind catches it
again. It floats agonizingly away from her fingers tips.

RITA
Ah, cruel poetic irony.
(looks up to the sky)
You do like to rub it in.
(checks watch)
Come on Bob, where are you?

EXT. ANOTHER WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

In the distance a fire rages in another building.

Bob and Dave stroll casually out the door, as fire ignites
behind them. A window shatters.

BOB
Have you ever heard of Prometheus?

DAVE
Yeah, it's like artificial limbs and stuff.

BOB
No Dave, that's prosthetics.
Prometheus was a greek god. A
titan.

Bob strides over to the car. He flips open the boot, grabs
another can of petrol and walks across the parking lot.

BOB
Prometheus, out of love for
mankind, disobeyed the mighty god
Zeus, stole fire from the heavens
and brought it down to earth. So
that we could revel in it's beauty
and warmth. He did it out of love.
For us. For human kind.

Bob kicks open another door and pours petrol over the floor.

BOB
You see it was love that brought
fire to the world.

CONT...

</FONT>

Harbinger
02-06-2006, 09:00 PM
EXT. CAFE - NIGHT

Rita takes a final drag of her cigarette. She motions to
flick the stub in one of the café's plant pots, but stops
herself. With a rye smile, She stubs it out on a wall and
drops it down a drain.


INT. BOB'S CAR - NIGHT

Bob casually smokes a cigarette as he drives. He glances out
the window. Two lovers walk by, arm in arm.

A Shiny red balloon with the word's: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY,
bobs against the glass. Dave watches it float past the
windscreen. He clutches a box of chocolates and a card.

BOB
Lupercalia, Dave.

A confused Dave glances over. Bob keeps his eye on the road.

BOB
Early ancient Rome was plagued by
fierce wolves, roaming the woods.
They called on the god Lupercus to
keep the wolves at bay, choosing to
honor him with his own festival.
The festival of Lupercalia.

Bob glances out of the window. Two men fight in the street.

BOB
One of their customs was name-
drawing. A girl and boy would be
united in love by something as
simple as a scrap of paper. The
union would last a year and
Lupercus would be appeased. This
was what we now know as Valentine’s
Day.

Bob pulls the car to the side of the road. The fight outside
escalates. One of the men, pushed backwards into trash cans.

DAVE
What's with the history lesson?

BOB
History? Take a look around. There
are wolves everywhere. They hide in
shadows, roaming wild, their pack
growing stronger and stronger. Each
and everyday. And only one thing
can stop them.

A STRANGER rushes over and stands between the two men. He
holds one back as the other hurls inaudible abuse at him. Bob
points with his cigarette and smiles.

BOB
Love, Dave. Love keeps the wolves at bay.

A light is switched on in a window across the street. A YOUNG
WOMAN comes to the window. Bob glances across at her.

BOB
I think someone's waiting for you.

Dave pats Bob on the shoulder. He gets out of the car. Bob
starts the engine. He salutes Dave as he drives away.

EXT. CAFÉ - NIGHT

Bob screeches the car to a halt outside the café and flips
the door open. Rita watches on, unimpressed. She stubbornly
finishes her last cigarette then gets to her feet, walks over
leans through the open door.

RITA
This better be worth it.

EXT. CLIFF - NIGHT

Bob manouvers the car up the slope. He drives dangerously
fast, tires sliding through the winding dirt track.

BOB
We don't have much time. It has to
happen tonight. Can't go on like it is.
Not anymore.

Rita nervously glances over at him. She grips the side of her
chair tight, as Bob slides the car around another corner. He
screeches the car to a halt at the top of the cliff.

EXT. CLIFF FACE - NIGHT

Rita eye’s are closed. Bob carefully walks her over to edge.

BOB
Open your eyes

Rita opens them and stares down at the blanket of flickering
light in the streets beneath them. Her eye catches flames on
one side of the city. A shape formed from burning buildings.

A heart of fire.

RITA
It's… beautiful

Bob holds a diamond ring in front of her. Rita stares at it.
The gold circle perfectly frames the raging fires beneath.

In the distance sirens wail, echoing through the night, like
a lovers symphony.

FADE OUT:</FONT>

BetterThanNormal
02-06-2006, 10:50 PM
I posted another entry that's more in keeping with the parameters of the contest. Let me know what y'all think of it.

Thanks

Kwvillen
02-07-2006, 06:39 AM
Thanks Derek, Harbinger and BetterthanNormal! Harbinger and BTN, I deleted your old shorts and, Harbinger, I moved your new short to the Entries Only Section. I'll read them later. Thanks again for your entries!

KWV

Harbinger
02-07-2006, 08:29 AM
Right, now who are the judges for this thing?

Need to know who to butter up. Who to have a friendly beer with, which of them needs a bit of the Harbinger flirting and who just settles for cold hard cash.

Who do I make the Cheques out to?

By the way might I add you all look fabulous today....no.....breathtaking even.

..........Ahem.

Kwvillen
02-07-2006, 08:55 AM
Okay. I read the three current shorts from : Derek, Harbinger and BetterThanNormal. This TRULY is going to be a tough contest. The shorts were great and I'm not just saying that.

Derek: You really surprised me. You should write like this more often. The scenes were simple, visual, easy to understand. Your characters were well rounded and your subject matter was touching. Again, your charcters were real and the situation was natural. Great job. Loved it.

Harbinger: Okay. You're fvcking creepy, in a good way. I don't think there are many here on DD that can rival you in this area. I'm worried about competing against you in the Halloween Exercise in October. I may not enter. LOL. You're good and I liked the ending. Heart/ Fire — A lethal combination and unexpected. Very nice. Excellent.

BetterThanNormal: Again, another excellent short. I felt your story was fun and your dialogue, very natural. There are very few that can write, as believable dialogue, as you can IMHO. AND I loved the little twist at the end. I didn't expect that. Wonderful short.

Anyway, there you have it. Three excellent shorts IMHO. Loved reading every one of them.

Edit: Harbinger, we're just going to have people from DD vote on the shorts.

KWV

Harbinger
02-07-2006, 02:40 PM
Thanks for reading KWV.

Glad you liked it. Bit different to the first one, but I kind of preferred it. Showed a bizarre, macarbe side of Valentine's Day.

Bare in mind although my stuff is creepy, I am anything but. Don't want anyone thinking that my scripts are a reflection of myself.

There are no decapitated heads in my fridge and none of my lampshades are made of human skin...that I know of. I'm not a goth. I don't have an obsession with death, darkness or black leather.

Just thought I'd clear that up. Didn't want to add you to my special death list to join the rest of the human carcasses festering in the Larder.

Ahem....anyway glad you liked it. Thanks for reading.

Kwvillen
02-07-2006, 05:42 PM
Oh, pit-pony, I read short too. It was cute. :) I know all about weather anomolies now. Thanks for that. :D

KWV

BetterThanNormal
02-08-2006, 12:27 AM
Thanks. I'm looking forward to the results.

NoTalentAssClown
02-09-2006, 09:51 AM
does anyone know any tricks on importing text from MS Word? I wrote most of mine at work, so I did it in Word. And I nearly destroyed my monitor in frustration trying to post it.

Kwvillen
02-09-2006, 10:38 AM
I had the same problem before. Now I just do my shorts in a dialogue box. It doesn't convert well for some reason.:(

KWV

dpaterso
02-09-2006, 11:19 AM
Things to try:

If you're writing in MS Word, don't copy/paste directly into the message window. Copy/paste into Notepad instead, this too-dumb-to-live text editor just can't handle clever stuff like the invisible control codes Word uses, so they get lost in the paste operation. In Notepad, if you see that spaces between paragraphs are missing, that kind of obvious thing, just add them back in. Then, copy/paste from Notepad into your message window.

If you'd rather hold onto the formatting then export (save as) to a txt file, e.g. Text Only with Line Breaks. Edit the txt file in Notepad to check it's OK. Then paste from there into the message window.

-Derek
My web page - Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror - published fiction and WIPs. (http://hometown.aol.co.uk/DPaterson57)
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

NoTalentAssClown
02-10-2006, 12:09 AM
thanks for the tips! i got mine posted in the entries section.

Kwvillen
02-10-2006, 06:32 AM
NoTalentAssClown,

I read your short and thought it was very funny.:D Love can be blinding (wink wink). Thanks for your entry!

KWV

Harbinger
02-11-2006, 12:29 PM
Well I've finally got round to reading every entry. Some great stuff here.

At the risk of influencing the vote against my own script (I here that Burning Love script is up for the Best Short Oscar.....ahem) here's what I thought.

(They're all well written. That's a given. I won't keep typing that.)

VIG - I liked it. A lot of action contained within just 5 pages. Blood and guts and spilt claret. What better for Valentine's Day? And a happy ending still...and I had you pegged as a Glass-Half-Empty kind of guy!

J off Course- Short, but sweet. Really great idea and impressive to get across a story in so few lines/pages. There's a sweet innocent quality to it. I think the word of the day is touching.........and not in a Catholic priest and the choir boy kind of way. Good stuff.

Wenona- Ahhh and now we come to Wenona. No disrespect to anyone else on DD, but this is the best characterisation I've read on here. It seems you have an excellent grasp and understanding of your characters. I love Goldman. It shows the talent of a writer to show enough humanity in a slightly unsavoury character to have you rooting for him. I love the weirder, darker characters. His interaction with Vanessa is perfect. Loved Every moment of reading it and final lines of dialogue don't get much better.

KWV - Loved it as I've already said....I never even saw it coming! I liked the conflicting idea of peer pressure (trying not to give anything away here for those who haven't read it). Once again it was very touching and heartfelt, Great natural dialogue and in keeping with what you'd expect of a Valentines Day short.

BillyThrilly- Utterly bizarre short, but I liked it and certainly didn't see it coming....Who could! I kind of like the idea of Valentine's Day in prison....not literally of course. I imagine it can get rather intimate around that time. DON'T DROP THE SOAP!

Phoyce- Another quirky entry. Very nice. I got a feeling of Charlie Kaufman about it, which is no bad thing considering I love Kaufman's stuff. It had a surreal quality, which considering your subject matter, I presume was deliberate. Good stuff.

PitPony- Another bizarre take on Valentine's Day. Mind you with 'Bizarre' read 'Unique' or 'Original' as this certainly was. I even managed to learn a few things, which is no mean feat considering my propensity to allow things to go in one ear and out the other.

BetterThan- What immediately stood out was the natural believable dialogue and the effortless way one line flows into the next. I liked the ending. I imagine this kind of thing probably happens a lot. Couples igniting a little fire into their love life. Very believable setting, characters and dialogue.

Dpaterso- Ahh and here we come to Captain Subtext. Loved this one. Everything about it. Every line was what you'd imagine yourself saying at that given point. Almost every line seemed to be dripping with subtext. So much said without ever being said. I loved the couples interaction. I love the idea that a couple so out of touch can only use the subtext of work related diatribe to convey to their partner how they actually feel (beautiful last line). Excellent.

Harbinger- Not bad.....really you think so?.....Yeah, I got a little bored halfway through.......How dare you them's fighting words!.......Yeah well bring it on......Okay give me your address lets get this started. I was in NAm you know. I killed people with my bare hands.......
Ahem.........but I digress.

NoTalentClown- Very funny. Liked this a lot. For some reason I got a picture of Jack Nicholson in Witches of Eastwick where he storms into the hall, dishevelled, covered in feathers. The idea of this guy, ripped shirt, arrow etc. Brought a smile to my face. Well written, effective comedic situations and lines. Believable actions and reactions by your characters despite being of a farcical nature. Nice stuff.


Well that's all. I was as vague as possible with my views so as not to reveal anything. I hope in the instances I was a little coy, those concerned understood what I meant. I like them all, for so many different reasons.

Good luck to you all.

(procrastination over! Back to my script)

Kwvillen
02-11-2006, 06:39 PM
Thanks for reading everyone's script, Harbinger. I just realized that I accidentally didn't post dclary's on the Entries Only section :( , so maybe you could give that one a read too? It's there now. Thanks!

KWV

pit-pony
02-11-2006, 08:26 PM
Can you enter twice? twice?

..jack

vig
02-12-2006, 06:55 AM
i'm going to say they weren't very good at all, but that's just me. everybody else can blow smoke up each others ass, as much as they want.

vig

dpaterso
02-12-2006, 09:48 AM
i'm going to say they weren't very good at all, but that's just me. everybody else can blow smoke up each others ass, as much as they want.

Feel the love. You've received a generous amount of feedback and suggestions from the very people you're so keen to sh!t over. The least you could do is keep your trap shut till the fun contest is over.

-Derek
My web page - Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror - published fiction and WIPs. (http://hometown.aol.co.uk/DPaterson57)
Take the critiques you get with a grain of salt. Invariably, some of the critics will be kooks, bitter curmudgeons, or complete fools. ~odocoileus

vig
02-12-2006, 10:04 AM
no need to parse my words. they where not very good.

vig

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:25 AM
Heyyyyyy

Bit harsh. I thought they were all good for different reasons. (especially the Burning Love one.......great stuff. The writer must be some kind of genius......uhhh and Chick magnet.......hung like a donkey........ahem).

I honestly thought they each had their own qualities with (no disrespect to anyone else) Derek's and Wenona's standing out.

Good luck y'all. Two days to go.

ps. What's next by the way? Easter script?

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:29 AM
vig waits to the last minute to zone in and crush everyone. That boy's got timing. Not good, but timing none-the-less.

Btw, I agree Harbinger, there were excellent entries IMHO. I'm not sure who I'm going to vote for, though; we'll see.

KWV

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:42 AM
Does that mean that us entrants are voting whose (other than our own of course) we like the most?

I thought it was a panel of judges who hadn't entered and therefore were completely impartial.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:50 AM
I thought it was a panel of judges who hadn't entered and therefore were completely impartial.

:rolling: :| Yeah. In a perfect world. :D .

I hope that people will be OBJECTIVE and actually READ each entry. I doubt it, but we can hope.

VOTING:

Can't vote for your own.
Top three entries win.


If I could do it all over again, I would have the people send me their shorts, via email, so that it truly would be based on the stories and not the person who posted. That's just me.

KWV

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:52 AM
Right ok.

And do we post them through PM? or on a seperate thread? I already got my top three, although the top two are vying for pole position.

Of course that's assuming there's not any late entrants.

And doesn't that point system mean the person with the least points wins?

dpaterso
02-12-2006, 11:14 AM
Yeah, the points system needs reversed, if we're voting our 1st, 2nd and 3rd favorites, then 1st gets 3 points, 2nd gets 2, 3rd gets 1 point.

Mind you, doing it the other way would have produced equally interesting results.

-Derek
My web page - Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror - published fiction and WIPs. (http://hometown.aol.co.uk/DPaterson57)
Take the critiques you get with a grain of salt. Invariably, some of the critics will be kooks, bitter curmudgeons, or complete fools. ~odocoileus

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 11:15 AM
We'll go by what dpat said and after Feb. 14th @12:00 am, we can vote right in the Entries Only Section, where the shorts are posted.

KWV

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 11:36 AM
Can you enter twice? twice?

..jack


No, Jack, you can't enter twice, but if you decide that you want to post a different short - go ahead and post it, before the 14th, and I'll remove the other one.

KWV

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 09:16 PM
Just thought of a little detail.

As a Brit myself 12:00 AM Tuesday for me comes around 7 hours quicker (or something like that. I'm crap at time zones).

I presume we're talking 12:00 AM US time? Just needed to clarify. Don't want to shoot my bolt too early......uhh so to speak.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 09:19 PM
Honestly, Harbinger, I think that if you want to vote then - go for it. I mean, I doubt if anyone is going to post a short within that time frame. :)

KWV

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 09:25 PM
whoah Harbinger! Simmah down nah. :rolling:

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 09:35 PM
LOL, theblondewriter, he's just being thorough. I'm stricken, at times,with the same disease.

KWV

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 09:44 PM
Don't want to shoot my bolt too early......

I thought the Brits were always fashionably late.

:eek: :( :o :confused:

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 09:46 PM
Well y'know...don't want to cast my vote early then the next Kaufman suddenly posts last minute.

By the way I liked this contest. Fired the old synapses (or whatever) for once. I hope you already have an idea for the next one KWV.

You started somethin' now!

Ohhhh and by the way I read what was said on the Blondewritr/KWV/Clueless thread about my short.

Conspiratorial bunch of so-and-so's!

(and it's 5 pages spot on when imported into Final Draft :p )

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 09:49 PM
I thought the Brits were always fashionably late.

You'd definitely go first. I'm like Sting when I get going.

.........errrr are we still talking about the same thing?:confused:

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 10:00 PM
LMAO, "like Sting"

Yeah um, I'd rather be first, second and third before, ya know.

*whew*

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:03 PM
Yeah um, I'd rather be first, second and third before, ya know.

Ouch! Bit demanding. I'd put me back out.....and the neck ache doesn't bear thinking about.

Besides it's been a hard day at the office.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:06 PM
I hope you already have an idea for the next one KWV.



I do. It's called: Let someone else host the next short contest. :rolling:



Ohhhh and by the way I read what was said on the Blondewritr/KWV/Clueless thread about my short.

Conspiratorial bunch of so-and-so's!

(and it's 5 pages spot on when imported into Final Draft :p )



I knew I shouldn't have said that out loud! :rolling:

KWV

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 10:14 PM
heh, and I thought Harbinger wouldn't notice the comment since it wasn't in a related thread. shhh ha

lmao KW, you've made it uber cool to host a challenge.

Harbinger, why don't you give it a shot. You seem enthusiastic, intelligent and brave.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:17 PM
Thanks, theblondewriter, the same goes for you, when you hosted the Winter Solistice Contest. That was a lot of fun.

I also think that's a great idea for Harbinger to host a contest. :)

KWV

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 10:25 PM
lol let's vote on it.

KW: Harbinger gets my vote
tbw: Two thumbs up from me.

Ok, that settles that. The passing of the Torch ceremony will commence shortly after Valentines hullabaloo. ;)

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:26 PM
Flattery will get you nowhere........uhh except this time.

I'll give it a whirl. Got no Holiday's coming up though (well except easter).

I used to go in for a short story contest that starts you off with an obscure first sentence for the contestant to complete. Stuff like...

'As soon as Susan pressed the button she realised what she'd done.'

Dunno if that works as well for scripts. Bit restrictive I guess, but I always found it interesting to see the diversity of several stories that start with the same line.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:28 PM
LOL, theblondewriter, we need some new blood.

KWV

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:31 PM
I used to go in for a short story contest that starts you off with an obscure first sentence for the contestant to complete. Stuff like...

'As soon as Susan pressed the button she realised what she'd done.'

Dunno if that works as well for scripts. Bit restrictive I guess, but I always found it interesting to see the diversity of several stories that start with the same line.

HELLO, you forgot St. Patrick's Day, but I like your idea with the chain shorts, kind of like what me, theblondewriter and clueless were doing.

KWV

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 10:35 PM
That sounds fun, Harbinger. You may get some resistance. argh, just be prepared. Bring your stamina. :rolling:

"may the farce be with you"

See how easy that was, KW?

St. Patty's Day always brings out the best in blokes. Limericks and green beer. Fun times.
I'll be having a Boddington or two in your honor Harbinger.

Kwvillen
02-12-2006, 10:37 PM
That sounds fun, Harbinger. You may get some resistance. argh, just be prepared. Bring your stamina. :rolling:

"may the farce be with you"

See how easy that was, KW?
__________________



I feel better already. : ). "May the farce..." ROTFLMAO.

KWV

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 10:43 PM
Yeah, not quite chain shorts though. Everyone writes a 5 page script but using the same first line.

It could work.

I'd leave the slugline blank for the contestant to write what location they wanted, but the first line of action would be the same.

It would have to be some obscure line before the description of any characters so as not to restrict the story further.

Sort of like...

The car rolls up beside the lake. A dark figure gets out walks around and flips open the trunk. He takes out a spade, a bucket of mayonaise and three stuffed badgers.


Then the contestant would have to decide on the slugline and would still be given carte blanche on the description of the dark figure and any further characters or locations.

It might work.



Note: There will be no mayonaise or stuffed badgers in the actual contest.

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 10:51 PM
excellent idea Harbinger. I'd say all your synapses are firing just fine.

*laughing* "mayo and stuffed badgers"

Harbinger
02-12-2006, 11:01 PM
Snowin' a bit over their in US land init? Just caught the mornin' news!

theblondewritr
02-12-2006, 11:07 PM
Yessiree, it is. In fact, I just peeked out and we're getting a snow shower as we virtually speak. I think a couple of US mens Hockey players are stranded in New England...and they play wednesday. :mad:

I bet KW's getting pounded.

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 06:41 AM
Only got 4 inches in Upstate NY, it was NYC that really got hit hard, like 2 Ft. of snow. They're a few hours south.

Btw, I like your idea, Harbinger, sounds fun. :)

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:12 PM
*stuffing my face with Dove Chocolate* It's Willy Wonka over here! OOMPAH LOOMPAH
...I can't stop! lmao ...celebrating Singles Awareness Day a day early. :love:
More importantly, I'd like to offer a wager on the top three shorts. A tri-fecta.

lol KW, you, a geek?

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:15 PM
LOL theblondewriter.

More importantly, I'd like to offer a wager on the top three shorts. A tri-fecta.

So who do you think? They're probably similiar to what I think.

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:22 PM
first, what should we wager, Godiva? lol

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:25 PM
I think the three are going to be: wenona, harbinger, dpaterso (not nec. in that order). Although, if I were a producer and was looking to film a short - I'd choose vigs.

KWV

Edit: sorry, I missed your post, LOL.

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:27 PM
lol, I was going to be a bit more discreet, like through PM. lol

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:27 PM
Nobody comes here... LOL.

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:29 PM
That's what you said about your Pimp post in One on One. Did you take a look at the number of views since they fixed the calculator?

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:30 PM
hold on...

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:30 PM
lol, nobody comes here. :rolling:

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:33 PM
:rolling: theblondewriter.

So... are you going to keep me in suspense forever?

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:36 PM
til I finish this bag of chocolates, yes. And then, I'm going to PM you with my wager. heh

Kwvillen
02-13-2006, 07:37 PM
Okay. :mad: :D

I'll read you PM in the AM.

I love chocolate, good stuff. :)

KWV

theblondewritr
02-13-2006, 07:40 PM
ok lol

before you go, which little Piggy went to market and which one stayed home? They all look so happy :rolling:

Kwvillen
02-14-2006, 09:10 AM
They all went wee wee wee... all the way home. :D

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY THEBLONDEWRITER, CLUELESS AND EVERYONE ELSE!

Thank you for your entries! Tomorrow's voting day!

Good luck all and no matter who wins, I thought the shorts were all great!

KWV

pit-pony
02-14-2006, 10:07 AM
So, what's the voting proceedure?

..jack

theblondewritr
02-14-2006, 01:02 PM
aww, Thanks KW! HAPPY VALENTIME'S TO YOU AS WELL.
...and I thank you for the 'e' in my handle. It's been MIA for years.