A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 25
25.
INT – MESS HALL – DAY
Freight dumps the rat into the creator, humming to himself,
wearing a very crude bandage which is obviously
bleeding. He smiles in triumph as he eats a hamburger which
has slightly more charred bits inside of it.
SCENE 7 - EXTERIOR – SHIT WORLD - “DAY”
A dark clouded miasma extends into the sky around a farm,
two cloaked figures covered in Mud and Shit, work on ugly
bulbous plants.
AARON
I (beat) I can’t take it anymore.
KENDRA
The captain will get us out.
A sound appears on the horizon and they gaze up
hopefully. That hopeful expression rapidly becomes one of
dread.
AARON
Oh no.
KENDRA
Run! Get inside!
They both proceed to run towards the hovel. A roaring noise
covers the ground around them, as the ship, now covering
half the horizon from its size and scope, opens up a number
of ports underneath. There is a brief venting of more of
the brown gas which seems to cover everything.
Then the shit begins to rain down. It covers absolutely
everything. The two of them do not make it to the hovel and
it knocks them down. They both try to get up only to get
knocked down again. A third time they are knocked down,
first Aaron, then two more hit Kendra. Just when it looks
like they are going to roll over and die, the shit storm
stops and they both manage to roll over on their backs,
appearing with slight smatterings of shit pouring around
them.
KENDRA
God. Damn. It.
AARON
That’s it. I’m slitting my wrists.
(CONTINUED)
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