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« on: 11 July, 2010, 01:08:58 AM »
Right, so here's the thing. I don't normally post in the creative common area of the board for the simple reason that I'm intimidated by all you talented bastards and don't really feel qualified.
I've been writing for years. I alternate between occasional attempts at future shock submissions to ideas for screenplays. The future shocks are inevitably binned when complete for the sin of being shit. The screenplays don't even get that far, as I never seem to finish them. It is this seeming inability to follow through on my ideas and produce a finish product that has lead me to give up on the (far fetched) idea of ever making any money from writing.
I still do it though, because even though I never get anywhere with my projects, the thought of not writing just seems wrong. The ideas keep on coming, it'd be wrong to not at least try to do something with them.
Now, while I've entered a few short stories on here, I already know my prose is shit, so not doing particularly well on them is no huge blow to my ego but when it comes to my scripting I've only ever shown my work to one person.He didn't rhapsodise about it, always had notes, but he was never particularly brutal either. I'd like to think that was because it wasn't totally shit, but I'm sure it was more to do with the fact that he was a mate and had to see me every day.
I know that a lot of artists have posted their work on here for critiquing purposes but I've not seen it done by writers, other than he who must not be named and critiquing wasn't really his motivation. Thats obviously because writers need to protect their ideas in a way that artists don't. However, since I write purely for my own amusement and have no illusions of either a) ever selling my work or b) my work being particularly worthy of theft, I have decided to post a scene from the screenplay I'm currently lying to myself about being determined to finish. Feel free to mercilessly rip it to shreds. I'm not completely happy with it myself, so I'll be interested to see if you all have the same thoughts as I did.
I should say that I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to the formatting of scripts or the technical language of film,which is why there is none, so it's realy just story and dialogue that I'd appreciate comments on.
I should warn you that I'm copy/pasting from celtx and it doesn't translate very well. Apologies. Here it is:
EXT. forest clearing. day
SARAH sits on a log. She is very still, staring at the ground, lost in thought. KARL enters the clearing behind her, reaches out to touch her shoulder. She starts, but seeing that it's him she relaxes.
SARAH
Hi.
KARL
Hi.
SARAH
What are you doing here?
KARL
Wondered where you'd got to. Saw you talking to Kristen then you just disappeared. You know, it's not really safe to be wandering around alone. You don't know what's out here.
SARAH
I just needed some time to think that's all. Some of the stuff that's going on, it's all a bit...
KARL
Yeah. I know what you mean. It's all gone a bit Langoliers.
SARAH
I was gonna say Lost.
KARL
Well yeah, but that's because you're culturally stunted.
She laughs and moves across, allowing him to sit down. They cosey up to each other and he takes her hand.
KARL
Look, I know things haven't been great between us lately but you can talk to me you know. You don't have to go through all this on your own.
SARAH
You know something? The plane coming down, what happened to David and Simon, even those things, whatever the Hell they are, I can handle all that. It's like, it's so ridiculous, you know, so weird, you just have to go with it. Because if you really think about it for a minute, let that stuff get a hold in your head, you'd just go completely fucking insane.
So I'm not thinking about any of that. I'm thinking about the real world, the world I'm hoping to God I'm going to wake up to any minute now. And it turns out that world is just as fucked up as this one.
KARL
I don't know what you...
SARAH
It's Kristen.
KARL stiffens a little, gives her an appraising look. She doesn't notice.
SARAH
(continued)
She's been seeing someone.
KARL
So what? I keep telling you, she's not your responsibility, you can't keep winding yourself up about her.
SARAH
(defensive but resolute)
She's a good kid, I like her. And her Dad treats her like shit. God knows I can relate to that. I worry about her that's all.
KARL
Fair enough. But so what if she's seeing someone? That's what teenagers do.
SARAH
He's a lot older than her.
KARL
She told you that?
KARL gets up and moves away from her slightly to stand against a tree.
KARL
(continued)
How old exactly.
SARAH
In his 30's. It's sick Karl. But she can't see it, she loves him.
KARL
I don't really...I mean...is it though? I mean, you might not like the idea but she's 16. Technically she's legal and the guys doing nothing wrong.
SARAH
Except she's been seeing him for years. Since she was 13 she says. Anyway, she only had her birthday last month and she's 3 months gone.
KARL changes his demeanor completely. He becomes very stiff, his movements restrained, his voice cold.
KARL
She's pregnant?
SARAH
Yeah, and she's terrified.
KARL
She should be.
SARAH
What? What are you...
KARL
3 years of trying and now she does it. She always did have crap timing.
SARAH
(realisation dawning)
My God. It's you. You're...
KARL
Shame, I reckon I'd have made a good Aunt.
SARAH
Aunt? What are you...I don't believe this. I can't...
KARL
Will you shut up, I'm trying to think.
SARAH
(vehemently)
She's a kid.
KARL
Yeah, and I felt bad about it for a while. I'm not a pervert, I don't get off on that stuff, if she'd been older I'd have still... I seduced her for the same reason I seduced her mother.
SARAH
Her mother? Jesus!
KARL
Watch your mouth. And yes, her mother. I needed to father a kid into that family. Preferably more than one. I'd already wrapped the mother round my little finger, figured I'd have Kristen as well, once she was old enough to conceive. Increase the chances. I have to say though...
He moves back to SARAH, leans in close. She shrinks from him but he grabs her by the hair.
KARL
(continued)
Once I got past the whole age thing, I really kind of enjoyed myself. Oh, the things she would do. Puts your pathetic frigid fumbling to shame.
SARAH
(whispers)
I hate you.
KARL
Really. Oh well, can't be helped.
SARAH
(shouts)
I hate you.
KARL
You said.
He pushes her to the ground, turns around, begins to walk away.
KARL
You know, you should see this as a good thing. Put us behind you, move on with whats left of your...
She grabs a rock, starts running towards him. He spins, disarms her and wraps her in a clinch from behind. She struggles, attempts to fight him off.
KARL
(laughing)
This is fun. Where was this fire when we were screwing? Can't stick around to take advantage though, got things to do. Gotta go and check on Grace. I have big plans for her.
SARAH stops struggling, going limp and beginning to sob.
SARAH
(whispering)
You're sick. A sick, twisted... You're a monster.
KARL stops laughing, snaps her neck, lets the body drop to the floor.
KARL
You have no idea.