She felt around her belly. It was wet but she couldn’t move, couldn’t feel. She didn’t know it but the bullet had blown out her spine and ruptured her spleen and churned up her insides. She pulled her hands back and saw the blood. Then she started to cry.
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.