Thursday 30 June 2011

Lord of the Flies.

First draft is all finished.
It's 30 pages long, so that would make it about half and hour long.
Obviously I will have to bulk it up and add more detail, so I will update that next time!
I can't pick a section to post, so if you want to read it, leave a comment and I'll get back to you.
Caroline

Excerpt from a short script called "The Walk Home".

This is a very basic script where the only spoken words are from the narrator. My English teacher told my to write about what I know. Therefore, I wrote about walking home from college. "TWH" is short and sweet. Maybe about 5, 6 minutes long.


People with dogs, people playing, people walking, people on
bikes, people sitting talking, people sunbathing.

NARRATOR

(cont.)
Walking their yappy dogs, chucking
an old red Frisbee around, playing
a game that seems to have no rules
or winners. I wanted to join in, but I had to
get home. My parents would worry if
I wasn’t back soon.

A ball is booted over towards GIRL by a mixed group of
youngish people playing football. One of them jogs over to
GIRL, to get the ball.

NARRATOR

(cont.)
Sometimes, a ball would come
heading my way. I would kick it
back, not looking at the person
running towards me. Maybe to thank
me. To smile at me. To ask me my
name.

GIRL looks away. Not in an unkind way, just the way you
would with anybody.

NARRATOR

(cont.)
I would avoid all eye contact. I
didn’t want to look like a
desperate-freak.

An old couple is sitting on a bench with their legs wrapped
in a blanket and a sandwich each. They are chatting to each
other and smiling.

NARRATOR

(cont.)
Old couples sitting on a bench,
talking to each other. Do they have
children? Grandchildren? A pet?

The layout is (I believe) different from how it usually it, but that's how life is. Leave a comment if you want to read more, etc, etc.
Caroline
x

Tuesday 28 June 2011

Lord of the Flies.

Hey there!
I am currently writing a stage play of Lord of the Flies. I've nearly finished the rough draft, and it's a total of 23 pages long. Woo!

It is a surprisingly intense piece of writing as the story is so dramatic. I've just completed the scene where Simon dies.

It's basically about a group of boys getting stranded on an island and how they survive...or not.

I'll update when I've finished the first draft.

Bye-bye.

Caroline

x

(picture by TheGregCapullo/http://thegregcapullo.deviantart.com/)

Saturday 18 June 2011

Excerpt from a short script called "Stories at Midnight".

This is a short screenplay and would be approx 10 minutes long. It is a conversation between a tramp and a drag-queen.


A Tramp sits at the bus shelter. He is dirty and his clothes are
stained with dirt and other such materials. He has two full
black bin bags at his feet and a small duffel-bag on his
lap. He is clutching the duffel-bag to his chest and appears
to be asleep.

TRAMP
(V.O)
My name is Noah L. Osborne. I am
42, even though I appear much
older. I am a tramp. A down and
out. Some would even call me a bum.

A Drag-queen quietly sits down next to the tramp. He sniffs
and pulls a tissue out of his clutch bag. He blows his nose
and drops the tissue onto the floor.

The drag-queen sighs and looks at the Tramp, who is looking
at him.

DRAG-QUEEN
Sorry, hunny. Did I wake you?

TRAMP
No. I was already awake.

DRAG-QUEEN
I’m Sugar-Snatch.

TRAMP
Noah.

They both sit in silence. The Drag-Queen sniffs again.

TRAMP
Do you have a cold?

DRAG-QUEEN
No. Not really.

TRAMP
Then what’s wrong?

DRAG-QUEEN
Nothing. I’m just having a
conversation with a smelly tramp.

TRAMP
Thanks.

DRAG-QUEEN
I’m sorry. I’ve had a rough night.

There is a twist at the end of the story, that I hope nobody would guess. :)
If you want to find out more about this script you can leave a comment and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Caroline x

Thursday 16 June 2011

Plastic Bag


I didn't make this short film, but how I wish I had. It's fantastic.
I have never sympathised for a plastic bag before.
So, yeah, this is "Plastic Bag by Ramin Bahrani"

Caroline x

Wednesday 15 June 2011

Wishlist

For my birthday/Christmas/when ever my mum is feeling generous I would like:
  • A good camera with super cool recording facilities.
  • Some extra cash to help pay for ink cartridges.
  • More time (this one may be a bit difficult.)
Caroline x

Excerpt from a short script called "Craving".

This is a short screenplay and would be approx 10 minutes long. It's about a woman called Kelly who gets major chocolate cravings. Here it is.


Kelly walks into the kitchen and goes to a cupboard with a
piece of paper stuck to it. "Chocolate". She open the
cupboard door, but there is no chocolate in the cupboard.
She stands on tiptoe and sees a small bar of chocolate at
the very back. She tries to grab it but can’t quite reach
it.

KELLY
Shit.

She grabs a chair and stands on it. She grabs the chocolate
bar and leaps off the chair.

KELLY
Sweet, sweet chocolate. How I have
missed your soft and luxurious
taste. How I have missed your
beautiful creaminess. How I have
missed your - for Christs sake!

As she was saying those words she opens the chocolate bar,
only to discover it was just a wrapper.

KELLY
Oh, chocolate god! Stop taking the
piss.

She walks out of the kitchen.

If you are interested in the outcome of Kelly's story or if you want to see the rest of the script, you could leave a comment! If you ask nicely I might e-mail the completed version to you.

Caroline x

My first stop-motion film.


This is called, "The Elephant." I put this together in about half an hour. I got angry at my laptop as it crashed as I was uploading the pictures >:( . But, for a first attempt, I think it's alright. I might try it again for the fun of it.

Caroline x

(Note to self: don't lean on the bed in between pictures. It make a dent in the duvet.)

Hey there.

My name's Caroline and I'm currently studying IB at college. When that is all over I want to get into the film industry as a screenwriter or director.

This blog is to just show my work, my ideas and also to show how I have (hopefully!) improved.

Anyway, I hope you like this blog.

Peace and love,

Caroline x