hlywkar
I should be writing
I sent this in for a post grad in scriptwriting. I got accepted, but later decided not to go, largely because my mother thought I would amount to nothing with it. But anyways, thought I'd share it. Feel free to ignore the corny comments about me and just focus on the fact that I managed to tell a story with it all. And comments galore are welcome. Though editing isn't really necessary as I already sent this off, and it has lost it's original use.
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A white mouse scurries along unheard pathways. The morning’s dust is beginning to settle as the sun makes its break.
“So what of this Richard character. Do you truly feel he has what it takes?” says Titulus, the youngest of the group of four. Although Titulus was the youngest, he had earned much respect within his home town in the ways of the art. He had come a long way to become one of the chosen.
The white mouse moved swiftly between the hanging robes of the chosen. His path was set, and he would soon find his mark.
“Why does he choose this path? Why does he want to come under our wing?” says Apologus. Apologus had studied long in the ways of the art. There was no other man or woman that could hold an audience with tales the way he did. Apologus understood what was needed from beginning to end. Every turn, every step forward was planned and controlled.
Veteres spoke.
“It is true. Richard wishes to learn the art of storytelling.” The sounds of Veteres voice alone resonates wisdom. “He has grown up experiencing several forms of the Art. From books, to television,”
The white mouse squeezes his way through a crack in the stone table. Slowly, using his back and front against the sides of the crack, he wiggles his way up the crack towards the top.
“to movies.” Veteres pauses to draw in a yearning breath. “Richard has seen many a story, and has long dreamed of weaving a few himself.”
“Yes. Richard speaks of the infinite possibilities that lay in the hands of a story maker,” says Sominum. Sominum was known for his ability to give the audience new experiences that they have never heard of. No other could imagine things from nothing they way Sominum could. “Richard feels that as a storyteller he has the capability to control the story and choose where it can go.”
The white mouse finally reaches the top of the table. Much more can be seen from here. The white stone gives it all a majestic view. But something is not right. The white mouse pauses and shutters. Amidst all the view, there was an empty feeling, a feeling of darkness. It sends shivers down the mouse’s legs making his hair stand on end.
“What does he hope to gain from us and our teachings?” says Titulus.
Veteres looks down for a moment, passed the floor, and into nothingness. “Richard has learned much already. With a degree in psychology, he has an understanding of the human mind. With a minor in English, he has a good background of analysing stories.” Veteres looks up from his gaze to meet the eyes of Apologus. “Richard wants to use this knowledge and build on it. He wants to gain an understanding of the full development from script to film. Catharsis, character formation, and structure are all things he wishes to learn.” Veteres shoulders drop as he lets out a sigh.
Apologus looks at Veteres with sympathetic understanding. “Yes, I can teach him all these things. I will show him how to form connections between events. I will show him how to build audience’s emotion. I will show him how to structure acts and subplots. By the end Richard will have one of the best portfolios, so that no one will deny him.” Apologus looks to the horizon and smiles to himself.
It’s now or never. The four are not looking. The white mouse darts over the table towards the small piece of bread. He can see the bread, just a few more feet. Suddenly the white mouse finds his body being hurled off the table. A black mouse had been watching his whole journey from upon his roost in the empty chair. When he saw the chance the black mouse thwarted his attempt to attain the bread. Now both lay on the ground breathless, and without bread.
“What then? What does Richard hope to do after he has learned our ways?” Apologus asks.
“He wishes to write scripts for film and television. Eventually to learn hands on about filming, directing, and producing. With that he may be able to direct and produce his own films,” says Veteres. He smiles as a small figure walks towards them.
“I see. With our help and his motivation Richard will be able to gain notice and distinguish himself from other writers,” says Titulus proudly.
Insontis, a small boy that admires the chosen, walks up to the table and sits down in the empty chair. The four look on in earnest. He takes a piece of bread, breaks it into two pieces, and then places them on the table. Gently Insontis bends down to pick up the two dishevelled mice. He brushes off each one individually and places them beside a piece of bread. He takes the small bread crumb and moves it towards his breast pocket. Out pops a small, clean, and very happy grey mouse to graciously retrieve the bread. Insontis finally looks up to meet the gaze of the four. “Can you tell me the story about the boy and his mice again?”
The four smile.
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Groups of four
“So what of this Richard character. Do you truly feel he has what it takes?” says Titulus, the youngest of the group of four. Although Titulus was the youngest, he had earned much respect within his home town in the ways of the art. He had come a long way to become one of the chosen.
The white mouse moved swiftly between the hanging robes of the chosen. His path was set, and he would soon find his mark.
“Why does he choose this path? Why does he want to come under our wing?” says Apologus. Apologus had studied long in the ways of the art. There was no other man or woman that could hold an audience with tales the way he did. Apologus understood what was needed from beginning to end. Every turn, every step forward was planned and controlled.
Veteres spoke.
“It is true. Richard wishes to learn the art of storytelling.” The sounds of Veteres voice alone resonates wisdom. “He has grown up experiencing several forms of the Art. From books, to television,”
The white mouse squeezes his way through a crack in the stone table. Slowly, using his back and front against the sides of the crack, he wiggles his way up the crack towards the top.
“to movies.” Veteres pauses to draw in a yearning breath. “Richard has seen many a story, and has long dreamed of weaving a few himself.”
“Yes. Richard speaks of the infinite possibilities that lay in the hands of a story maker,” says Sominum. Sominum was known for his ability to give the audience new experiences that they have never heard of. No other could imagine things from nothing they way Sominum could. “Richard feels that as a storyteller he has the capability to control the story and choose where it can go.”
The white mouse finally reaches the top of the table. Much more can be seen from here. The white stone gives it all a majestic view. But something is not right. The white mouse pauses and shutters. Amidst all the view, there was an empty feeling, a feeling of darkness. It sends shivers down the mouse’s legs making his hair stand on end.
“What does he hope to gain from us and our teachings?” says Titulus.
Veteres looks down for a moment, passed the floor, and into nothingness. “Richard has learned much already. With a degree in psychology, he has an understanding of the human mind. With a minor in English, he has a good background of analysing stories.” Veteres looks up from his gaze to meet the eyes of Apologus. “Richard wants to use this knowledge and build on it. He wants to gain an understanding of the full development from script to film. Catharsis, character formation, and structure are all things he wishes to learn.” Veteres shoulders drop as he lets out a sigh.
Apologus looks at Veteres with sympathetic understanding. “Yes, I can teach him all these things. I will show him how to form connections between events. I will show him how to build audience’s emotion. I will show him how to structure acts and subplots. By the end Richard will have one of the best portfolios, so that no one will deny him.” Apologus looks to the horizon and smiles to himself.
It’s now or never. The four are not looking. The white mouse darts over the table towards the small piece of bread. He can see the bread, just a few more feet. Suddenly the white mouse finds his body being hurled off the table. A black mouse had been watching his whole journey from upon his roost in the empty chair. When he saw the chance the black mouse thwarted his attempt to attain the bread. Now both lay on the ground breathless, and without bread.
“What then? What does Richard hope to do after he has learned our ways?” Apologus asks.
“He wishes to write scripts for film and television. Eventually to learn hands on about filming, directing, and producing. With that he may be able to direct and produce his own films,” says Veteres. He smiles as a small figure walks towards them.
“I see. With our help and his motivation Richard will be able to gain notice and distinguish himself from other writers,” says Titulus proudly.
Insontis, a small boy that admires the chosen, walks up to the table and sits down in the empty chair. The four look on in earnest. He takes a piece of bread, breaks it into two pieces, and then places them on the table. Gently Insontis bends down to pick up the two dishevelled mice. He brushes off each one individually and places them beside a piece of bread. He takes the small bread crumb and moves it towards his breast pocket. Out pops a small, clean, and very happy grey mouse to graciously retrieve the bread. Insontis finally looks up to meet the gaze of the four. “Can you tell me the story about the boy and his mice again?”
The four smile.
