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« Reply #1 on: Mon, January 13, 2003, 06:18:25 » |
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I found something very interesting in the newest edition of "Creative Screenwriting." On page 71 is the winner of the 2001 "Page One Screenwritng Contest". The winner is a Eric Heissner of Cypru, Texas. When I first heard of "30 Days..." I flipped out on what a geat idea it is! Looks like someone else thought so too.
Here it is:
EXT. ICY DOCKYARD - DUSK
Wood planks cling together in a plus-sign formation across the lip of the Artic Ocean. Among the battered whaling ships, a small freighter bearing the Red Cross logo bobs at the dock.
From the deck emerges GORMOND, as oily and wrinkled as a gas station dollar bill. Bundled against the cold, Gormund hurries down the gangway.
He steps onto the snow-packed tundra and passes a sign:
WELCOME TO BARROW, ALASKA The Northernmost US City
EXT. BARROW - DUSK
A mote of civilization on the ass of Old Man Winter.
The LOCALS, mostly fishermen, drink and dance to loud music under tents outside town hall. Cheap Christmas lights dangle from the bleached jawbones of bow-head whales, suspended over doors.
Gormund approaches a SMILING LOCAL, their breath illustrated in plumes. The Local shoves and open beer in Gormund's hands.
GORMUND What's the occasion?
SMILING LOCAL Festival of lights. To celebrate the last sunset. (pointing) For the next sixty-five days, we live in perpetual darkness.
An orange smear of sun slowly collapes on the horizon.
Gormund stares at it, a smile spreading over crooked teeth.
INT. FREIGHTER HOLD
From the blackness, a metal door creaks open. Gormund's silhouette frames the opening. Flourescent light flickers on.
The entire hold is lined with two dozen teak coffins laid atop a carpet of gray-brown earht.
GORMUND Soon, my masters. Soon
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