EXT. CITY PARK – DUSK [A FATHER sits with his young son, MATTHEW, on a bench in a park watching the sun go down over the horizon.] FATHER: Matthew, it’s time we had the talk. You see son, in nature … MATTHEW: I’m twelve dad. Don’t you think it’s a bit late? I know about
EXT. – FUTURISTIC METROPOLIS, DAY (2075) [A MAN hangs on to the third-story corner of a large skyscraper, the only tall building in a mostly flat and green metropolis. An electric truck pulls up in a silent kind of ‘whoosh’ out front.] NARRATOR: After its long descent into depravity, things on Earth in the year 2075 had well and
EXT. BATTLEFIELD, EAST U.S. – LATE 1700s, DAY [An infantry unit of red coats gather on a wide open field. There is no sign of the Americans yet. Biding their time, they load their muskets and adjust the buttons of their uniforms (whatever they can do to look busy). A young LIEUTENANT approaches the GENERAL,
INT. EGYPTIAN PALACE – DAY [A PHARAOH paces in his palace room nervously. The sound of horns. The massive doors to the room open. Two small cats enter flanking TINKERS, a gigantic two legged hominoid cat woman twice the size of the pharaoh. Seeing Tinkers, the pharaoh promptly drops to his knees and prostrates himself on the
It had been a difficult year, what with the divorce, losing half the house, half the kids, not to mention half the company (therefore). Simon had half a mind left to take his ex-wife back to court, but then he knew he might just lose everything. Anyway, not all was lost. Rather conveniently, Simon’s mother
INT. ARTIST’S STUDIO – DAY [Knock at the door. A young woman (an ARTIST) opens the door to see a young man (a MODEL). The artist ushers him inside.] MODEL: Where do you want me? ARTIST: [She gestures for the model to take his place on the sofa on one side of the studio.] Just over there, thanks. [The artist sets
INT. PSYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE – DAY [A PSYCHIATRIST SITS BY HIS DESK, CLIPBOARD AND PEN IN HAND. THE GRIM REAPER MEANWHILE IS RECLINED ON A LEATHER COUCH.] PSYCHIATRIST: Love. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Good? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Peace. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Work. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Marriage. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Death? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST:
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT [PITCH BLACK ROOM.] GIRL (V.O.): Auntie Jan? JAN (V.O.): Oh no! No! No! I sense darkness! Darkness! GIRL (V.O.): Shall I turn the light back on? JAN (V.O.): Yes please. THE END.
EXT. CHURCH ENTRANCE, SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE – DAY [A LONE TOURIST, A MAN, STANDS WAITING ON A STREET CORNER AT THE ENTRANCE OF A CHURCH WITH A LARGE MAP IN HIS HANDS, APPARENTLY LOST. AFTER A SHORT WHILE, A WOMAN APPROACHES HIM WITH A CAMERA IN HAND.] WOMAN: Excuse me? MAN: Sure, I’ll take your picture.