Sometimes it sucks coming up with new ideas and you want to be a Director not a Writer, right? Well I got a solution.
I am giving away five short film scripts for aspiring and established filmmakers alike. These are scripts that have appeared at the Diary of Short Disturbances this year but I wanted to see if they could have a life out in the wilderness.
vLog 15+ The Day I Started talking to myself in the woods.
Why can’t we agree to disagree rather shouting each other down? What happened to discourse? What happened to debate? Had some issues with the sound which I fixed as best as I could in audacity. At least now you can hear me.
HORROR/THRILLER 18+ Feature Film Script.
We follow May and the Tall Medic down winding corridors deep into the belly of the massive building.
May hesitantly follows and almost looses the medic.
She turns a corner and we see the Medic standing in a clear part of the basement waiting for her.
He points above his head. He talks like a man who’s done far too many hours of speed. His eyes have none of the cataracts as seen before, but he is skinny, drawn and appears at the point of exhaustion. How long has he been like this?
HORROR/THRILLER 18+ Feature Film Script.
-You’re awake?
May doesn’t answer.
(now whispering)
-You’re awake? You’re awake.Come with me. They’re listening we can’t talk here.
She looks to the wall.She could climb it, but she would be seen.
But by whom?
She feels them but doesn’t seen any cameras. There are security guards about but they seem oblivious, more concerned with the crowd. Could be a trap though. She edges further down the fence looking for a break. And she finds one. A break in the fence. A cut. Hastily bound with bright orange wire, but it’s close to a bush and perhaps that concrete block, over by the fence will provide some cover?
May cries in silence unable to move.
Alone in the darkness.
For the longest time she hides in the shadows, looking down the road making sure the Suit has gone.
She is scared and ashamed. Frozen, but she fights back the tears and leaves the safety of the shadows like a deer stepping into the road.
… around from the other spaces of darkness they come. The Watchers. The Stag head and Bullshead and a dozen other masked Watchers all semi-dressed and in various stages of arousal.
This pleases the Suit.
I think that’s just about the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me…
I’ve been spiked May, Don’t take it personally.
You OK?
– No I’m not f”£ing OK! I am very f”£ing far from being OK!
Ok calm down.
– Don’t tell me to fucking calm down.
DOWN A DARK PATH ©Zig Bingham A Work in Progress. First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday. Part Seven (Read from the […]
