Bruno Weber and The Cut Collar by CobraToon, literature
Literature
Bruno Weber and The Cut Collar
SCENE 1 – INT – Inner City Animal Hospital Lobby, Midday in summer Directly ahead from the front entrance, a reception desk (currently unattended) takes up one wall with large sign letters above that spell out '2nd Ave Animal Hospital' while a row of portraits to one side show the current doctors on staff. On the other side is a wide door that opens into the hospital's back rooms. Various fliers and pamphlets sit atop the reception desk along with a box of personal tissues and several bowls of animal treats like dog biscuits and bird seed crackers. Near the front entrance is a dozen waiting room chairs of solid make with cushioned seats. A young KID sits there, on their own and looking kind of nervous, holding a shark tooth tightly gripped in one fist. Others sit waiting as well, including an older woman with a cat in its pet carrier. BRUNO WEBER and ANNE WEBER enter the lobby and find a place to sit among the others. Bruno is a man in his 60s (though he looks older) with large,
INT. Animal Hospital - operation room - Day Ruby is a 40 something Veterinarian and mom. Is trying to save an American eagle on a operation table with her team of great helpers, and one is her grandmother Cherry. Ruby. Somebody give me some big scissors so I can cut these oversize feathers. Cherry reaches for the scissors in agony with her broken back, hip, and right shoulder. Cherry Cherry. I need some help getting the scissors Ruby I don’t think I can reach it with my bad shoulder, and all. Ruby. ( looking at her sister Crimson ) Sis go help grandma get the scissors please. Crimson.( Looks at Ruby with a nonchalant look, then pulls out her cellphone out ) Hey grandpa we need you to pick grandma up from the animal hospital, also We’re operating on a American eagle. Ruby.
The Memory Of Your Dance by wonderingwellow, literature
Literature
The Memory Of Your Dance
INT Theater Stage Late Evening The Announcer: This evening we're all gathered here, to find out the results for our next artist director at Agatha's Royal School of Dance!... (fades out) Pans to Aparecida playing with her hands Aparecida Thinking: This is what everything has lead to. Born in Brazil, leaving everyone at the orphanage. A world wind adoption at 15, and traveling the world… This moment will be my most defining, win or lose. A Flashback Of About Nine Years Earlier. ENT At Her Mother's Funeral Night Time Raining Collegue 1: Watching Marie dance was like seeing an angel ascend to earth. She was a once in a lifetime talent. (Said while slowly shaking his head, looking down at her casket) Collegue 2: I fear the ballet world may truly never recover from this loss. (Crying and wiping away her tears) Collegue 3: I wonder how she’d feel if her daughter never made such an impact. This is truly a sad, situation all around. (Looking up at the sky, said with great
3, 2, 1 Script! Writing Contest (entry) by BluDemonCafe, journal
3, 2, 1 Script! Writing Contest (entry)
SCENE I - Leaving (Cityscape - Sunset. Sounds of distant traffic and hurried footsteps.) Narrator: Fog drifted in with the night as the sun gave its final farewell to the city. It was a sight, the sky turned red, the streetlights flickered in the distance, the shadows crawled up, and the dense mist suffocated the last remnants of the day. And grim though it seemed, it all meant nothing to this man, cutting through the dark dashing to get home to his warm bed. It had been a long day. A terribly long day. —— (Cuts to the fog filled streets of an unnamed city‘s outskirts.) (the man, bundled in layers far too thin for the weather, runs down the dark street, crosses the narrow road — momentarily gets outlined in faint red light, fled into a dark ally way walled in by deteriorating buildings, comes out the other end to a fenced in space illuminated by the blue light of a nearby security lamp (up high beyond view). Litter lines the streets and ally.) (the man let’s out a sigh of
3, 2, 1: Script! contest entry by Gearsteal-Prime, literature
Literature
3, 2, 1: Script! contest entry
1, 2, 3: Script! Contest entry 1 - one hour 2 - two settings (outside, inside the headquarters) 3 - three speaking roles Plot: A group of partisans enter a town about to be firebombed to rescue a resistance agent with important information from the secret police's headquarters (their country is under a dictatorship, and at war with it's neighbor. The partisans use codenames composed out of two random words) ~°•°~ [Nighttime. A group of forest partisans marches fast across the fields towards a town where all the lights have been put out] [The field's mud suck in a woman's, Double Venus', feet on every step and she struggles more and more to lift her boots as the mud clumps on them] [Another woman, Last Castle, is running ahead as a point man and already on the town's edge, spying on two patrolling soldiers talking unintelligibly to each other] [Castle clutches a rifle, but hesitates to shoot because of the noise. She gestures for the other partisans to come to the
Pomp and Circumstance: Based on a True Story by VeggieManiac, literature
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Pomp and Circumstance: Based on a True Story
[Scene opens to SCHOOL HALLWAY. GIRL enters via STAGE RIGHT, and looks at the wooden door ahead.] GIRL (nervous) Okay. It’s January 27th, my first day in a new school. I’m already in my senior year, thanks to the self-paced school I was in for the past 2-and-a-half years. If the counselor told me right, this is my new homeroom. [She looks at her schedule.] GIRL The senior pictures are tomorrow, and I’m a part of them. If I’m going to walk to “Pomp and Circumstance” and graduate with the rest of the class, I need to finish by May 27th, which is… {looks at her schedule again} (nervous) Four months away. Yikes. *pauses* I don’t know if I’ll complete everything in time, but I have to try. One thing making it easier is I can finally do homework, unlike the self-paced school’s no homework standard. *sighs shakily* The countdown begins… now. [GIRL walks to STAGE LEFT, and opens the door. Once she walks through, the lights dim. When the lights are turned up again, GIRL is now in
[Scene opens to YARD. MAN enters via STAGE LEFT with WOMAN #1.] MAN (desperate) Please, if you'd just understand, I- WOMAN #1 (livid) Understand what?! You broke your vow! MAN (stunned) What?! I only glanced at her! WOMAN #1 (livid) Liar! You looked back twice! And that's when she was able to use her feminine wiles to talk you into a date! [They enter a door, and go STAGE RIGHT to LIVING ROOM.] MAN I bailed out once I saw her house! WOMAN #1 I'll give you five seconds to tell me the truth. Five, four, three, two- MAN I swear it; it's the truth! WOMAN #1 (livid) She was decorating for Halloween! That's never stopped you before! You love the candy - or, in this case, the eye candy! MAN (stressed out) Who decorates their house with fire?!? I haven't been able to stand fire since my house burned down when I was twelve! [WOMAN #2 enters via STAGE RIGHT.] WOMAN #2 (calm) I know. MAN *screams with a high pitch* {faints} WOMAN #2 (calm) That'll teach him to be faithful.
A Conversation with Death by ferrictouch, literature
Literature
A Conversation with Death
A man stands in a empty space with a rotund figure dressed in brilliant eye-watering pink. Upon close examination, he sees the figure approaching him has no eyes, only empty sockets and a sickeningly slick smile. Albert: Who are you? At the same time, Albert and Death: Where am I? Albert stands in motionless shock. Death: Each and every one of you asks that question, well those questions, when I bring you here. Ultimately it’s all the same, crying and or screaming, bartering, begging. Futile. I’m just an intern, a putz, here to point at you and proclaim your fate. At least what I think your fate is. Really, I got nothing but what I see of your life, it’s your choice where you go. I could care less, but for the brief time I have you here to toy with or frighten. Unfortunately for you, I’m in neither mood, so you get the truth. Albert still stunned: Truth? Death begins to circle around Albert. Death: Yeah buddy, Truth. Capitol T. Don’t worry I don’t expect you to catch