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Monday, January 10, 2011

Finding Peace



I wrote a screenplay:

Fade in:
Int. Schoolyard - day
Open on a fist, poised in midair for a punch. It moves forward slowly and then collides with a boy's face. BEN (13 years old) falls to the ground with a bloody nose.
KEVIN (much larger than Ben) is perched over Ben with a grimace on his face. The frown slowly transforms into a smile.
                             Kevin
          That'll teach you to never
          mess with me again. Are you
          going to cry?
Ben sits up and stares at Kevin grimly, hiding his pain.
                             Ben
          No.
                             Kevin
          Good. Now have a nice day.
Kevin turns away, laughing.
Ben watches Kevin for a few moments, then begins to sob quietly. Tears pour from his eyes.
Ext. Street Sidewalk- Day
Ben walks home from school, holding his books in one hand, trying to staunch his bloody nose with the other hand. He is still crying softly.
Suddenly he trips and falls, dropping his books.
Ben lies on the ground for a second when he hears a voice.
               Angie
          Ben? Are you okay?
Ben looks up to see Angie, a girl from his class.
He awkwardly struggles to his feet and runs away from her. He sprints up the walkway towards his house, brushing away tears.
Ext. Ben's house – day
Ben walks in to his house. He hears a commotion coming from the kitchen.
He walks towards the noise. He soon realizes that it is his parents, screaming and arguing with each other.
He slowly walks up the stairs toward his room, trying not to alert them of his presence.
Int. Ben's bedroom
Ben is trying to do his homework, but the commotion downstairs has grown louder.
His parents shout even louder, and Ben stares at his paper, trying to concentrate.
Smash! A plate hits the wall. Ben breaks down in tears and runs out of the room.
He pounds down the stairs.
Ben walks past the kitchen, trying to avoid his screaming parents.
He runs across his living room and exits the front door, slamming it.
Ext. Front Yard - evening
Ben comes out of the front door and walks to the sidewalk.
He stops in his tracks, unsure of where to go.
Suddenly Ben is startled when he sees Angie again.
                             Angie
          Tough day, huh?
Ben nods.
                             Angie
          Me too. Sometimes life is just
          too much.
                             Ben
          I'll say. I just feel like I wanna
          press an escape button and free
          myself from my troubles.
              Angie
          Follow me.
Ben is confused but he follows her anyway, curious.
Int. Beach – Sunset
Ben is following Angie when they come to a beach. The sunset is beautiful and bright.
                             Ben
          Wow.
Angie smiles and sits down near the water. She looks at Ben.
                             Angie
          Sometimes I just come here to do
          what you said, take a break from
          life's troubles.
Ben sits down near Angie and stairs at the water. He watches the tide move back and forth, back and forth.
Ben stares at the sunset, mesmerized. A genuine smile spreads across his face.
                             Ben (Voice Over)
          It was then that I found the peace
          that I had been missing. This
          place was a safe haven in a
          treacherous world, a place to
          forget about the battles of
          life. A sanctuary.
Ben looks at Angie, still smiling.
                             Ben
          Thank you.
Fade to black.

Home

This is a poem that I wrote.


it is late
and traffic is slow.
thousands of drivers
blare their horns
all of these people
have different stories
different histories
different backgrounds
different religions
different political views
different ethnicity
different pains
different morals
different ideals
different worlds
but one thing
that they all have in common
is a desire to see their families
to visit loved ones
to get home

Them


It had been a perfectly normal day. Nothing extraordinary. Everything was fine. And then it happened.
Hector was outside with Xavier. They tossed a ball back and forth, playing merrily. As they played they stumbled upon an empty open plain.
“Hey, pass the ball back.” Hector said.
But Xavier had dropped the ball, and was staring wide eyed at something far off.
“What is i-” Hector stopped talking. In the center of the plain was a strange metal contraption.
They said nothing as they slowly approached this mysterious object. When they were closer they stopped walking. Sweat beaded on Xavier's brow and his heartbeat quickened. He looked at Hector and swallowed.
“What do you think it is?” He said, frightened.
Hector looked at Xavier.
“I don't know.”
They both stared at the object. It was big and had four metal legs. A cone shaped pod was perched on top, with a door on the side. Hector began to go towards it.
“Are you crazy?!?” Xavier yelled. “Get away from there.”
It was at that moment when they heard a loud hiss. They looked around and saw nothing. Both of them froze in their tracks.
Hiss! The noise again. Xavier looked around wildly. But Hector was pointing at the contraption.
“Xavier, look!”
The sound had been coming from the object. The door was opening.
“RUN!” They yelled simultaneously.
Both of them sprinted for their lives, not knowing what was happening, but knowing they had to get away from it.
“Stop! Wait!” A voice yelled. Xavier screamed and ran faster, but Hector stopped.
“That's my dad!”
They ran to Hector's father and began to tell him what had happened.
“I know. You must follow me, and you must do it quickly.”
Without hesitation, Hector and Xavier followed him until suddenly he stopped. He knelt down, and brushed some rocks away from the ground, revealing a small chrome door. It was a hatch. Hector's father opened the hatch and beckoned them urgently.
“Get in! Quickly!”
Xavier hurriedly entered the hatch. Hector began to enter, but took one last look back at the metal contraption.
The door on the cone was fully opened. A shadow began to emerge. Hector's heart beat like never before.
But before he could see what it was, his father yelled.
“HECTOR! Get inside! Hurry!”
He ducked inside and climbed down the ladder, into a small bunker. Other family members and friends had already gathered and looked as frightened as he did.
His father clambered down the stairs after him. He began to shut the door of the bunker when Hector grabbed his shoulder.
“Who are they? Where did they come from?”
His father avoided his gaze.
“Humans. Humans have come to the moon.”
He slammed the door.