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Submitted to Contest #332
Watching the snow fall, each flake as thick and fluffy as the last, my brain rejects what I’m seeing. See, the thing about snow is it usually falls down. This snow is falling up. Why is that? I look around, turning my ringing head left and right to see that I’m in a tree. Upside down. I’m dangling from the branches of a great big pine tree. What the hell am I doing up here? And why is it snowing? For some reason the first thing to come to my mind is that it’s mid June in New Hampshire. Okay, let’s take a moment and recollect my jumbled and t...
Submitted to Contest #208
Living with Family Payne was filmed in front of a live studio audience.FADE IN:INT. LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOONBROTHER AND SISTER MAX PAYNE (MALE 14) AND LILY PAYNE (FEMALE 8) SIT AT THE COFFEE TABLE. THEY EACH HAVE THEIR HANDS OUT IN FRONT OF THEM. ELDEST SISTER EMMA PAYNE (FEMALE 17) ENTERS FROM THE STAIRS LEADING UPSTAIRS.EMMAWhat are you two freaks doing?MAXLily says boys have slower reflexes than girls. I’m about to prove her wrong.LILYI didn’t says boys. I just said you.LILY FLIPS HER HANDS AND SLAP’S MAX’S AND HE CRIES...
Submitted to Contest #155
In New Hampshire, when the leaves begin to change, the trees appear to be alight with flame, the somber bronzes and ambers glinting in the falling sun. The peaceful atmosphere–with the gentle hoots of waking owls and the muted whine of the cicadas–contrasted the panic and chaos soon to occur within an inn far from the hustle and bustle of Rochester. The air, cool with the premonition of oncoming winter, would soon be filled with tension, as a group of men led another through the dimly lit halls of this majestic old manor. The failing daylig...
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