I was just kind of curious about writing a movie script. I don’t plan on actually making a movie or anything, my stories aren’t good enough to be movies, but I was wondering if anyone on this cite had ever written one? I’m familiar with play scripts, so is it like that? Or are there more complicated things like [camera pans left] or whatnot? Anyways… just curious :)
I've always had the idea of not movie scripts but movie scenes, but they might just be the same thing. I've written a movie script for a class, and there were some camera things you did have to apply, and other things like when another scene fades in or something. But in your case, you can add those things to make your movie scripts more… What's the word… "realistic" to you (I don't know how to put it), or you could just write the scenes as if it were a play. I dunno. Words.
Not sure if this was helpful, but at least I found someone with the same curiosity sorta!
That really cool how you wrote a movie script for class! I think is so interesting how you have to show character’s emotions through acting (me geeking out cause I took drama class lol). My curiosity is piqued, was writing the script much different from writing regular stories?
Well, you have to illustrate more talking and action in a script, rather than actually going into the story. It was a lot different. I took drama too!
What kind of stories do you write?
I’m into fantasy. Right now I’m working on a story about a guy who can’t commit suicide because his brother sold his soul to demons to keep him alive. What kind of stories are you working on?
Hm… Hmmmmmmm… Good question.
Right now, I''m working on a scary story. It's short. If you want, I can try to send it to you.
Sure if it’s not to much trouble to send it :)
Uhhhhhhhh… so I don't have the bestest way of sending it to you, and I don't want to have to go through the trouble of having to get your email and sending it to you, so I'm gonna have to paste it on this thingy. Here's the thing about that: it looks weird. At least, when I send it. I'm not sure if it'll look as weird on whatever device you use, but… it's pretty long.
Brace yourself.
And thank you!
I Wa s R ais e d In a d e ep D ar k Ho l e
A Pr i so n er Wi th no Par ole
Th ey L ock e d me U p An d to o k m Y s ou l
A sha m ed o f Wh at Th e y M a de…
“Why are these packs so heavy?” I asked, strapping on a light blue hiking pack as I examined the dirt below me for no intended reason. It was a bright day in the woods, near the Green Lakes. The same lakes I’ve wanted to go to for a while now. I looked up to see Ethan’s handsome smile grow as he looked up at the bright blue sky above, and something sparked in my chest as I stared at him.
“It’s full of stuff to keep us alive for the next few days, obviously,” said Ransom as he pulled another huge pack from the back of his old Ford Explorer. “And you’re carrying the lightest bag, Meg.”
“Doesn’t feel that light to me.” I replied. Ethan’s smile faded as he looked back down and caught me staring at him. My cheeks stung just a bit. Ethan’s grey eyes flashed in the light and his smooth dark hair shined in the day. He had faded the sides just a few days ago, and he looked great with the haircut. After a strange moment between us, he looked down at his chest strap and tightened it. I looked over at Ransom has he finished tightening his pack, and I watched as he brushed his giant mop of black hair out of his eyes and smiled. We finished preparing, and Ransom closed and locked his Ford Explorer, and we all turned to face the trail. Birds high above us sang a strange but soothing melody as we stared down the trail.
“Why are we staring at the trail, exactly?” Ransom asked.
“I dunno. It builds dramatic tension for the journey.” Ethan replied. Even his voice made my heart flutter. Weird. He sounded like a heroic knight, but the words he used totally threw me off. Ethan took the lead, and I took a few deep breaths as Ransom passed by. He gave me a weird look. I followed behind.
Jesus, Meg. Keep it together, lady.
We took a different trail that lead deeper into the woods, rather than the actual Green Lakes camp area. Ethan held the map and navigated as Ransom would name every bird he could find. Ransom was looking high in the trees in search for birds and other small animals. We found a fat squirrel, and although he looked like a good Chuck to me, Ransom decided his name was Philbert. Ransom gave animals strange names. We were told that in the specific area we were headed, there was supposed to be a large population of animals, which is what excited me most, other than spending time with Ethan. And Ransom. I knew that Ransom was excited to name deer, but he was also expecting bears. Unfortunately, this is no place for bears. Hopefully this is no place for bears. I hated bears. They always seemed scary and powerful, and I was afraid to encounter one because I feared it would be, well, hungry.
Five minutes later after this thought, we spotted something huge sprinting past some trees.
Ransom was the first to stop and point as he screamed, “Bear!”
Ethan stopped in his tracks and looked up. The bushes and leaves were still shaking after the creature passed them at an incredibly fast speed. I only saw a blur. Whatever it was, it had already disappeared.
“Ransom,” Ethan said, “that could not have been a bear. It was too fast for one, and there are no bears around here. I get it, you love bears and-”
“It was a freaking bear! It was huge! I think his name is Cheeseburger because of how fat he was, but I barely got to see him. He was so fast! ‘Run, Forrest-’”
“Shut up, Ransom! You’re too loud! Bears are not that fast!”
“You don’t know that! That was a bear! L-let’s check out the tracks and watch as I prove you wrong, Ethan! I could tame one o’ these beasts-”
“We’ll go, but you will have to stop that. You will not find a bear and tame it, as much as I wish that could happen.”
As Ransom went ahead to where the creature was seen, he said, “I’m gonna ride on Cheeseburger, and we’re gonna be the best friends this planet has ever seen… and laugh in Ethan’s face... man, do I sound stupid…”
We did not find bear tracks.
“What am I looking at?” I asked, staring down at mud with fresh tracks below us.
“These are not bear tracks.” Ethan stated.
“What, you think a person that big could be running that fast like that? His feet are bleeding, too. There’s no way a person could…” Ransom trailed off.
“These are human tracks. You saw a bear, Ransom.” I said, realizing I was only stating the obvious.
“I did see a bear. I swear I saw a bear.”
“Then why am I looking at human footprints?” Ethan asked. “His feet are bleeding like crazy too. I mean, look at all that blood.”
“I-I-I don’t know! I’m not even sure these feet are normal!” Ransom placed his foot next to the footprint. The footprint was three feet longer than his, although it was a foot skinnier and it was bent at an odd angle.
“How do you even run on feet like that!?” I asked.
“You don’t! There’s no way you can with that kind of feet, especially in the condition he’s probably in!”
Just then, we looked farther down and finally saw the smashed handprints in the mud that were spread five feet from the footprints.
“Can we just keep going?” I asked, looking up and processing everything before my eyes. An unearthly feeling grew in my chest, and I suddenly grew cold. Ransom and Ethan shook their heads in unison as they stood up and left the tracks.
We were quiet for the rest of the hike, and it seemed as if all the other animals nearby have gone silent as well. I found myself searching deep into the woods as I hiked along for more strange creatures, but none arose. The sun was beginning to set, but by then we had found a spot to camp for the night. I set up the tent with Ransom as Ethan started a fire with what little kindling lied around the site. The cold quiet night settled in, and I had put on another green jacket due to the freezing air. Ethan and Ransom seemed fine with the cold, as long as they were near the fire. Both of them were sitting across me, and I stared at them through the flames as they reviewed the map. We still had another day before we reached our destination. I sat quietly as I then fiddled with a small stick and dug it into the dirt.
I wonder if my mom found out I’m gone yet, I thought as worry began to creep into my head. She will be really… really… angry. But that’s if she finds out.
What was that thing that we saw?
Was it dangerous?
Is it carnivorous?
Will it be back?
I really hope it stays gone.
I looked up when I heard Ransom’s voice grow louder. “We need to find more firewood before this fire dies. I don’t wanna freeze to death tonight.” Ransom stood up and walked into the darkness.
You forgot a flashlight!
Ransom continued into the trees, still forgetting a flashlight. Maybe he didn’t need one. I didn’t say anything to him. Ethan sat still on the other side as he stared into the fire. I continued to play with the little stick until it broke between my fingers. There was a satisfying snap that followed. Gazing into the embers again, I found myself worrying about my parents. I had told them I was going to stay at another friend of mine’s house for a few nights, but I suddenly realized, What if she’s smart enough to call them and check on them? I figured my mom had already called the police by then. I was screwed. I felt my insides begin to heat up as anxiety took place. I lowered my head and pulled my knees up to my face. Just then, I heard Ethan stand up and walk towards me. I lifted my head up to see him sit next to me. He had his handsome smile on his face.
Why does he smile like that!? Does he know what he’s doing to me?
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I replied as I looked back at the fire. “Just… resolving some internal conflict between myself and my brain.”
“You worried?”
“About the whole ‘sneaking out’ thing? Yeah. I’m just worried Mom is gonna find out and throw a fit. She throws fits. It’s kinda scary. She turns into a bear, and as you know I am deathly afraid of bears.”
“Well, even if she finds out-”
“Which she probably has by now.”
“-just tell her the truth.” Of all the things I am afraid of when it comes to confrontation, it is telling the truth.
“So I just tell her that I snuck out and be done?”
“I mean, you won’t just ‘be done’ when you do. She’ll be angry, sure, but it’s a lot better than lying - or at least trying to - and then your parents getting mad at you for sneaking out and lying. Your parents will acknowledge that you told the truth, and it won’t be as bad as lying. Again, after sneaking out. And I’ll make it clear to them that it was all on me, as much as that will be painful.” Ethan stopped as his expression started to fade into worry as well. I also liked Ethan because he was smart. He was somewhat responsible after making a mistake. He would always try to fix his mistakes in the end.
“Well, thanks Ethan.” I said.
We looked at each other. “You, my friend, are very welcome. Wait… wait…” He was about to comment on the strange words he used, but he stopped once we locked eyes. There was another spark in my chest. Ethan blinked a few times and looked back at the fire, and then I felt disappointment. I looked at the dying fire.
“I need to help Ransom gather more firewood.” Ethan said as he stood up. “I’ll… see ya around.”
“Yeah. See you in a bit, Ethan.” With that, Ethan faced away and wandered into the woods the same direction Ransom went. He also forgot a flashlight, but never came back to grab one. Maybe they didn’t work, and that’s why no one cared to grab any. I was already missing Ethan.
They were gone for almost a half hour. I was staring into the embers as I played with the soft dirt. I wanted to tell Ethan how I felt about him, but I was also worried he wouldn’t feel the same way. Plus, doing that on a camping trip wasn’t ideal. What if Ransom would think of me differently? As all of these thoughts flooded my head, I worried about Ethan. I missed Ethan.
Where’s Ethan?
Where’s Ethan?
Where’s Ethan?
Soon, these thoughts became repetitive, and they soon sounded like I was saying it to myself. I stopped for a second to see if I was saying it to myself.
“Where’s Ethan?”
I stood up and spun my head back to see if anyone was behind me. I knew that I wasn’t talking to myself. It seemed as if the silence in the forest grew heavier. I almost screamed when I saw the white specks in the bushes that resembled eyes and the dark figure of a person. Just then, I could see more silhouettes of people in the bush, and as I looked, there were more in several other bushes, even some hiding in the trees or behind them. They all stood inhumanely still. A cold sweat broke out. I wanted to scream for help. “Where is he?” One of them asked. I only held my mouth open. There were so many white specks. My mom screamed, “Where is he!?”
I turned around to see my mom standing in front of me, her long black hair in a mess. I noticed wrinkles in her face that I’ve never seen before. She wore a white shirt covered in dirt, and long jeans that seemed stretched. I was starting to breath heavily.
What is my mom doing out here?
What happened to her?
Are those people in those bushes?
What the fudge is happening?
“Where is he!?” She screamed again, taking a step closer. I circled around her to get to the other side of the fire.
I could barely think. “I-I-I don’t know! I don’t know!”
“You are in so much trouble, young lady!” She reached out to me with one gnarled hand, and I smacked it away after turning and running. I also forgot a flashlight as I sprinted into the dark forest. I heard her screams echo through the trees.
“Ethan!?” I yelled. I was looking frantically, but the faint moonlight didn’t help. Just then, I heard him scream farther ahead, and I ran even faster as I called out to him again. I then locked eyes again with my mother as she somehow appeared right in front of me, charging at me as she screamed. I almost tripped as I dodged her. I heard her yell, “You are goin’ back to your room right now!”
What is she talking about!?
I heard Ethan’s cry again, but it was suddenly interrupted as something crashed through a tree. I looked back, and my mother was gone. Something in the trees to my right was following me. I could see long pale arms and twisted legs as the creature charged through them.
The creature, in my mother’s voice, screamed, “We were going to be a family!”
Before I could do anything, the monster jumped from the trees and tackled me.
The thing rolled off of me, and I suddenly saw red. I felt pain creep into my ribs as I struggled to stand up. The moonlight had turned into a dark red, and it was even harder to see. I whipped my head back and saw the creature. My mother, with almost seven-foot arms and bent feet and a longer neck, gurgled as she let out a scream. I even screamed as I ran off again. The bushes had turned into huge clumps of writhing hands that reached out for me, and the trees looked like they were glitching in place, moving closer or farther from each other periodically, then reappearing in its original spot. I kept running as tears flooded down my face. I heard Ethan’s cries again, but they echoed everywhere around me. I looked back, and the monster had disappeared. That gave me no reason to stop running. I had to keep running. I had to find Ethan.
I found Ethan stuck between two trees.
I turned and sprinted straight to him, but then stopped as they kept moving closer together. Ethan could not stop the trees, and he was stuck. The trees started crushing him, and I screamed as loud crunches then echoed around me. Black tar oozed from his body, and all I could see between the trees were his two arms bent at odd angles.
And then the arms started pushing the trees away.
The tar formed around his broken body, and it seemed as if his torso and smashed face inflated itself. More tar grew around his face, and with the bones and tar, I saw it form something between a horse and a human face. The tar elongated his limbs as he climbed from between the trees, and small tentacles thrashed from his arms and neck.
With a multitude of a thousand voices, he screamed, “Stay with me, Meg!”
I screamed again and ran, and I heard the monster slam the ground and start charging after me. I saw a door in front of me that stood on the dirt, and I somehow believed that was my only way out. I was almost exhausted, but with bushes made of hands and monsters chasing me, I knew I had to keep running. This entire place reminded me of a nightmare, but it was all too real to be a nightmare. I wouldn’t be able to feel or see or remember things the same way I do in real life in nightmares. I was almost at the door. I reached out to the door in desperation. The bushes and trees started closing in on me, and the hands clawed at my legs and cut them. I ducked under a branch, but another branch whipped me across the face and cut part of that open too. Pain split across my cheek as cold blood pooled down my neck. I could hear the thunderous monster behind me breathing, and I knew it was getting closer. I slammed into the door and forced it open, and the monster collided with me. I let out one last cry before the tentacles wrapped around my neck and squeezed hard. I only saw Ethan’s black horse face, and he opened his mouth to reveal a tunnel of serrated teeth twisting around more black tar. He raised his hand and jammed it into my face, and I stopped breathing. I only saw darkness. He held me there for a very long time before I couldn’t feel or think anymore.
I screamed as I pushed myself off of the dirt ground. I was covered in sweat and dirt. I looked around, and I was back at the campsite, beside the dead campfire. The sun was rising. I felt relief flood me, and tears of joy filled my eyes.
It was just a really bad dream.
I’m still alive.
Ransom and Ethan are still alive.
Ethan!
I felt panic again when I realized I had to find him. I stood up and immediately ran to our tent, opening the flaps to reveal no one. Ransom and Ethan were still gone.
Maybe they went to the bathroom?
With anxiety growing again, I sighed. I then remembered I snuck out to go camping, and my parents probably figured it out by now. I stood up and turned to face the rest of the campsite.
The ground was covered in more strange hand and footprints, along with black tar that surrounded the exact spot I lied on.
I reached up to my face and wiped off more tar, and I started breathing heavy again.
Was it a dream?
I ran back to the trail at full speed and didn’t plan on stopping until I found people. I would cry for help as I ran, but no one had responded until I reached the parking lot, and there I met Ethan’s parents. They were furious at first, but then they saw me and what I tried to tell them. His mom took me home and asked me millions of questions and told me that what I did by sneaking away was wrong, but neither of them believed that I saw monsters. No one believed that Ethan had turned into a monster made of tar. They didn’t find him or Ransom. Well, not alive at least. They found Ethan stuck between two conjoined trees. I was no longer worried about getting in trouble. Honestly, I wasn’t as worried about Ethan as I was before.
I now know that monsters have been hunting me, and they will keep hunting me.
I C ALL ED TO HI M A ND H E W IL L C OM E
SH E’ LL AN S W ER HI M L IK E HE’ S T HE ONE
H IS AR M’S OU TSTR ETC HED BU T WHE N SHE’S DON E
H E’LL B E TO R N A PA RT…
GO TELL AUNT RHODY
GO TELL AUNT RHODY
GO TELL AUNT RHODY
THAT EVERYBODY’S
EVERYBODY’S
EVERYBODY’S
DEAD.
GO TELL AUNT RHODY - By the RE7 soundtrack.
Sorry. :[
The story is good! :) The font is from the indenting (I had that problem once before lol) It’s so frustrating sometimes
I’m into fantasy. Right now I’m working on a story about a guy who can’t commit suicide because his brother sold his soul to demons to keep him alive. What kind of stories are you working on?
How far are you into this story?
Not super far. I keep on writing them deleting it all. And the tenses… oof— A complete mess. I want include the character’s flashback of his suicide attempts, but I also want to include his daily life. So it switches from past tense to present tense so many times… It’s a work in progress getting it sorted out :( But, you know, my goal is to publish it eventually, so I’m crossing my fingers :)
THEN IN THAT CASE I'LL CROSS MY FINGERS TOO.
If you need help, I might be able to be… of… assistance. Or something.
Sadly, I don’t think it’s ready for outside eyes just yet. It’s… very thrown together. Although, if I get it more organized I’ll definitely message you :)
(Cause I’ll need help later, for sure lol)
Coolness.