Category: Writers Block
Hi everyone. I'm sorry I have not yet had a chance to look over some of your writing, however I will do so soon. I was wondering what people thought of this. I'm working on it for my Television script writing class. I'll post the rest if people want me to.
Thank you
Guardian
FADE IN:
EXT. LOWER HAVEN STREETS – TWILIGHT
NICK PARKER (human, mid twenties, handsome and unkempt) Walks dazed down a crowded street. A burley Magnian (Magnus Cyrom) (a one-eyed, pointed-eared humanoid with thick fur covering his entire body, and a short muscular tail) barrels into Nick, nearly knocking him over.
IMPATIENT MAGNIAN
Watch where you’re going skinback! Are you blind?
Light from large spheres floating near the Undercity’s ceiling high above illuminate Nick’s tear-stained face as he looks up.
NICK
Sorry.
The Magnian has already gone. Nick turns down a deserted, dimly-lit alley. He is trembling. He stops at a stone wall.
NICK
Uh (BEAT) hello? Shadows does silver moonlight banish?
A stone panel slides away.
THE CONTACT
Name.
NICK
Nick Parker. I called about a –
THE CONTACT
You’re late. You’d better have cred and you’d better not waste my time.
NICK
I got it. You the Contact?
THE CONTACT
Hell do you think? Nanocrystal.
A silver faceted armband encircles nick’s wrist. He extends his arm to the panel, then stops.
THE CONTACT
Inside.
Nick sticks his arm in up to the wrist.
THE CONTACT (TONT’D)
If you don’t have the money I’ll break your wrist.
Nick gasps as his arm is tugged. A beep from beyond the wall.
THE CONTACT
Here you are. Enjoy. Now piss off.
Nick withdraws is arm, a little blue box tied with white ribbon and bow nestled in his palm.
INT. NICK’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The place is grimy and littered with dirty dishes and clothing, papers and other junk. Nick kicks off his shoes, clears a space on the couch and collapses.
He removes a Chatterbox (palm-sized flat crystal square) from his pocket and thumbs a stud on its edge. A tear wells up in one eye.
NICK
Play saved messages.
A small translucent window coalesces above the chatterbox. Seera, a beautiful female Therrian (Therra Cyrom) (Similar to Magnians save for their porcelain skin, lack of body hair, willowy builds and long thin tails) fills the window. She is hysterical.
SEERA
Nick. When you get this (BEAT) When you get this please call me. Damn it! Nick (BEAT) Nick I’m pregnant. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. Oh Nick, what were we thinking? We were so stupid!
(AFTER COMPOSING HERSELF)
I’m sorry. I was wrong to call you. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’ll keep you out of it. Don’t call me. If someone finds out (BEAT) if the Piffs get ahold of me (BEAT)I’ll die before I tell them who the father is. I love you, Nick.
The window winks out. The chatterbox slips from nick’s fingers as he sobs and collapses.
NICK
Seera I’m sorry (BEAT) I’m sorry.
Nick tares open the box and removes a handful of little pink pills, which he chews and swallows. He sinks back with an enraptured smile, breathing in ecstasy and writhing in pleasure.
Nick has trouble breathing. He sits forward, a hand clapped to his chest. He knocks the box onto the floor. Terror and pain replace his blissful expression. He screams and cradles his head in his hands.
Furniture and debris whirl around the room. His sofa raises and flips. Nick tumbles off and it lands on his legs. When everything settles, Nick is dead. His mouth hangs slack. Blood leaks from his nose and one ear, and his eyes have hemorrhaged.
hello guardian.
ooo i'm liking this. :)
please post more
i know, i liked it. i, too, want more!!!
I was digging this. good work.
i'm still waiting the next part.