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The Attic Wars (a.k.a. 9&PENN) excerpt from feature-length screenplay FADE IN: EXT. IDYLLIC BACKYARD -- AFTERNOON Camera holds on a pink, terry cloth towel hanging from a clothesline, swaying gently in the breeze. CARR (v.o., thoughtfully) Terry cloth. (pause) Have you ever felt it? On your face? Hands? Knees? I have. It is luxurious. Oh, you like silk? Well, fuck silk. You’re wearing

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Diabolos Fantastik Synopsis for a graphic novel or ongoing comic book series Written by Jon Wilkins VOLUME 1: The Cane of Abel Abel Winston is a bored millionaire in Victorian England when he decides to dress up like Dracula and stalk the dark alleys of the East End scaring people. One night, he stumbles on an attempted murder and scares the thugs away by accident when he slips and falls from

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Twilight of the Dead synopsis for a feature-length screenplay It is the year 3034. Mankind has long since abandoned Earth for the moon, leaving the zombie horde to roam across the world. The Earth colony on the Moon sends a squad of military scientists to make its yearly inspection of the planet, believing a cure for the undead can be found. The 10-person crew lands on Earth to find that an

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DORNÓG: a dream 1. In the small county of Brimstone, Illinois there sat the only known, perfectly circular field in the world. Its diameter stretched 70 feet with a dense forest spreading out from its sharp edge. Its surface was smooth sand with not a blemish on it. No grass...no pinecones...no foreign matter whatsoever. Except... one small pebble directly in the center of the circle. Hardly

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Dancing....Sleeping....Falling PARIS, 18th century 1. Franz Mesmer walked out of his two-story apartment and made his way down the Rue de Bastille toward the theater. He knew there would be a line of sophisticates stretched around the block...all of them waiting like sheep to witness his power. Yes...that was a good word for it...POWER. “Professor Mesmer? Wait for me, professor!” Franz turned to

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Smiling At Ground Zero Johnny Zang sat on a hill overlooking his fair city. He thought about how it used to be called Pleasantville, but now that the meteor was only minutes away from smashing right smack dab in the middle of town, the newspapers had renamed the doomed city, Ground Zero. While this quiet area was the focal-point of the meteor’s emotionless fury, scientists predicted that the

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New Better Man Dallas Berman was 55-years-old and dying. The doctors told him it was prostate cancer...inoperable. He could already feel the burning sensation through his body...the crawling of the disease...the oozing of its murderous tendrils. So it was on the day of the visit to Dr. Ferber that Dallas decided on his plan. He had already given it a name...The New Better Man Plan. He took care

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Rice King of the Jews Jesus stepped out of his hut and surveyed the sweeping valley before him. He could smell the miso soup bubbling over a fire. His wife was knealing before it, stirring the cloudy water with loving grace. "Miyoki. Is it ready?" "Not yet, Akuma." "Why do you call me Akuma? Takahanada told me it means, 'devil'." "Because that is what you are to the clan. A devil to destroy all

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Midget Rental “Can you see anything past phase one?” “What’s phase one?” “I told you about phase one.” “Well, refresh my memory. I’m sure I must have been drunk or out-of-my-mind on mushrooms to have listened to one of your rants.” “I think it was some of that homemade peyote Sandra had...but in any case, you seemed interested at the time.” “I did? That doesn’t seem like me.” “Can I tell you

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Cult of the Pit unfinished mystery radio play SYNOPSIS: Detective investigates Lovecraftian horror in an old mansion. He isn’t a “psychic detective”, in other words, he has never run up against this type of case. I want to explore what a regular guy (with some bravery and intelligence) would do when facing such a terrifying thing. I rarely have an idea completely figured out when I write, but I

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"Homer Uber Alles" excerpt from a Simpsons™ Teleplay Based on characters created by Matt Groening Fade In: DRAMATIC WAGNERIAN MUSIC BEGINS. CREDITS APPEAR OVER.... ESTABLISHING SHOT of Montgomery Burns’ mansion. A thunder storm is raging. Lightning cracks here and there. Lightning strikes illuminate the silhouette of a gaunt figure in the massive front window of BURNS’ mansion. As each

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Rear Window Ethics Ralph was so tired of all the hullabaloo. After that business with the wife-killer and then the photographer across the way who was pushed out of his rear-window, all he wanted was some peace and quiet. But then the piano started up. Every evening. That damned piano. And the newlywed couple...banging away at each other morning, noon and night, not to mention putting a healthy

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Departure From The World Of Day Stephen looked out onto his San Francisco world. It was his and he was proud, but he sometimes found it a little tiresome. All he could do was pedal around the backyard and call to Mark over the high, vine-covered wall that divided his friend's world from his own. For hours, Stephen's feet pedaled and propelled him through the dense undergrowth that covered his

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DRIFTER SMILE Excerpt from the feature length screenplay From an idea by Garry Messick Written by Garry Messick, Jon Wilkins and Grant Balfour Screenplay by Jon Wilkins FADE IN: INT. – MOTEL BATHROOM, NIGHT Overhead shot of a sink filled halfway with water. A small amount of blood is swirling at the bottom. A hand enters the frame and dips a glass into the sink, fills it with water, then exits

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Jesus of the Apes Synopsis for a graphic novel or ongoing comic book series Written by Jon Wilkins From an idea by Jon Wilkins & Garry Messick "Think not that I [Jesus] have come to send peace on earth: I come not to send peace, but a sword." (Matthew 10:34) COVER: Jesus squats menacingly among a group of fierce gorillas. CHARACTERS: Jesus – Destroyer of mankind, guardian of animalkind. PLOT

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Hudson Waits "Why don't you just kill me, boy? Slit my throat. Beat my old head in. Smother me in the middle of the night with one of m'own pillows." Jasper looked down at his mom. He saw how sick she was... not only her body, but in her head as well. "Come on, boy. I can see it in your eyes. You'd liked to have gone with your teacher, eh? To the edge of the sea. See all them fishes. Swimmin'

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Gorge D'Pigeon "Hurry up, Malcom." "I'm trying, Benton, I'm trying." The two old men fumbled with a heavy, suit of fur. "Get it on, a car's coming." Malcom zipped up the suit and adjusted his head. "Is it on straight?" "Yes. Now get next to the road and wait for the command." Benton led his friend to the side of the highway and hid behind him. "Now, when I say 'GO!', you run straight across and

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Peel & Play When Tommy walked up, he saw his friend Jimmy walking a skinned cat-puppet across the sidewalk. "How'd you peel yours?" asked Tommy. "My Grandpa. He's the one who told me all about it. Isn't it great?" "Sure is, Jimmy." "Ya want me to get Grandpa to make you one?" "No thanks, Jimmy. I brought my own." "Wow!" howled Jimmy as his friend pulled out his own puppet. "Hey, isn't that

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...won't you be my neighbor? "Helen...come here. He's at it again." Benny Prichard stared out his 2nd story, bedroom window and watched his next-door neighbor dig a hole... no... Benny was sure it wasn't just a hole... it had to be a grave. "Helen," he whispered as loudly as he could. "Come here. You'll miss it." Benny pressed his face against the window. He knew that with the light off, his

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the joy of knowing George D'Pigeon walked across the white, fluffy floor of Heaven. Francis was leading him to the cafeteria when he spotted a book sitting atop an ornate pedastle. He pointed to it and said... "What's that?" "It is the Book of Answers." "Huh?" "It is a book that contains all the answers to all the questions of humankind." "Really." "Yes." "Can I read it?" "Knock

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“Harvey Wallbanger” short film script FADE IN: INT. HARVEY’S APARTMENT CLOSE-UP on blank section of wall covered by a sheet with a hole roughly cut out of it. After a moment, a hammer enters the frame and knocks a 2-inch hole in the wall that sits at knee height. SFX O.C: faraway, woman’s muffled scream. Slow dolly out to REVEAL Harvey. He is in a wheelchair parked sideways against the wall.

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ROCK MUSIC Tommy Dingle thought he had the world in the palm of his hand. But all he really had was a rock. It was almost the size of his fist and felt cool. He loved the weight of it. The roughness...poking his skin. Tommy peeked over the squat hedge that encircled his parent's house. He watched as a red pick-up truck traveled slowly down Elm Drive... muffler grumbling. "Nope. Not you." A few

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CHANNEL 245: HyberNation "Ok, bring up camera three. I want to see the kid right in front of the cave." – Camera three, on. "When did the professor say these guys would be coming out?" – Any time now. "They'd better hurry... we're live in five." Randall was only two years old... two years, nine months, 12 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes and nine seconds to be exact. Everything seemed to be

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American Empire A Parable A boy stood at the edge of a great maw in green. The twilight shadows made it seem as if the jungle were opening and closing its mouth... breathing... tasting the boy's scent. Somewhere in the tangled dark was his father. He stepped from the low, brown earth and into the ancient forest, following a thin path of soft ground. It wound its way through the twisted vines

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