Living A Weird Life Pt8Frank... Wake up frank... My subcontioal mind was shouting at me. I must've been hit by that car. But not died, if i was dead then i would be dead, not here where i am... Come to think of it, where the fuck am i? I seem to be in my home laying on my bed, like i was sleeping, though i know i wasnt because everything is different, even my room Frank i have a few things to show you... Please look at me... I looked around seeing a figure, it seems to be me, Im talking to myself in my mind. Or something like that, i stood up then walked over to him, me. Poking his, my arm. Frank i need to show you what your life would be like without you in it... I, it said... i dont know what to call it, me, myself. UGH! I nodded to him, me. I blinked and i was suddently at the hospital, standing in the corner with me... in the room was Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Mum, Dad? Oh my god, even dad cared enough to come see my coma filled body... There was bullones and coke cola around, Gerard was sLiving A Weird Life Pt82 hours ago in Drama More Like This
A Promise to Elenore (film script)A PROMISE TO ELENOREA Promise to Elenore (film script)10 hours ago in Drama More Like This
Screenplay by Kari Wilfong
Southern New Hampshire University
A PROMISE TO ELENORE
SCENE: Elenore/Anne and Kari are walking down Newbury Street in Boston heading towards Mass. Ave. It is an early spring late morning.They have just left a private office.
Anne: Thanks for waiting for me.
Kari: You’re welcome. *Looks over Anne’s outfit. A black lace Gothic style dress* What’s the occasion? Usually during the day, you’re in “office lady” mode.
Anne: I did it to feel better. I’m going to have to change therapists.
Anne: The dipshit kept calling me“Elenore” and I kept getting these weird flashbacks.
Kari: That is your first name, ya know.Is it triggering something?
Anne: Yeah, but I don’t like being called that. It keeps triggering these flashbacks and they’re driving me up the wall.
Kari: That’s weird; I used to call you that till you started smacking me.
Anne: I don’t unders
Honor Of The Forgotten EXT. A TAVERN. NIGHTHonor Of The Forgotten23 hours ago in Drama More Like This
The door to the tavern is open, letting a cheerful glow out
into the night. It's dripping rain a little. With a thud,
ERIK hits the muddy ground outside. He's a large man, heavy
set, dark hair and a scraggly beard, his overall appearance
unkempt. An even larger man is standing in the doorway.
And don't come back tonight.
The heavy man gets up, slowly. As he does so it's revealed
he's more plump/overweight than muscular.