scriptfrenzy update
this is my very first scriptfrenzy update. it's currently the 7th of april and i have exactly 4 pages written. i reckon that's an acceptable amount considering that i didn't really start writing till last night. i was too busy the past week to really get anything written. i'm not sure if i'll manage to finish the challenge of a hundred pages, but this is already exciting enough for me.
i'm gonna be posting my script up as it goes along, cos well, i just like sharing my writing with you guys. it's a tad bit explicit, i ought to warn you first. so please be keeping peering underaged eyes off it. thank you very much. and for the rest of you that won't be offended, here you go.
some background information on the script:
it's called "breadsticks and places of worship". honestly, i don't quite know yet why i chose this name. i've been wanting to pen a novel since i was fourteen, and that was one of the first names i came up with for my novel. it's stuck ever since, and i believe i can get it to fit my script eventually. alternatively, i'll just change the name as i move along with the story and find one that suits it more.
my script is about a young teenage girl named sondra tan. sondra's a little bit of a self-destructive soul. she feeds on anger and other bad emotions. the script is basically a montage of separate scenes that will serve to explore sondra's psyche. it's meant to leave you bewildered and thoroughly embroiled in a love-hate relationship with the female protagonist.
Breadsticks and Places of Worship:
1 INT. SONDRA’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sondra stumbles through her room, desperately searching
through drawers, littering the floor in her search.
Sondra flings her hands exasperatedly, then huddles in a
corner. Tears stream down her face and she buries her head
in her hands and sobs without abandon.
SONDRA (V.O.)
My name is Sondra Tan, an 18 year
old nobody. They say that turning
18 is something wonderful, but this
has been the worst year of my very
short existence. And tonight, I’m
finally going to put an end to it,
once and for all. What’s the point
in living, anyway? There’s only
pain, sorrow, bitterness and
enemies. I don’t want any part of
it anymore. Life, that is.
Sondra wipes her tears on her sleeve, and stands up with an
eerily calm look on her face. She takes a step forward, and
reaches out her arm. A flicker of something resembling hope
passes across her blank face, then disappears just as
quickly as it came.
2 INT. NIGHTCLUB - CORNER BOOTH - DIM LIGHTS
Sondra slumps in a seat, legs crossed, balancing a glass of
bourbon coke on her thigh. Her head is tilted at an angle,
with glazed eyes staring disinterestedly ahead.
Danny sits opposite Sondra, his elbows perched on the small
table between them, a glass of stout before him. His eyes
look questioningly at Sondra, his messy hair and a slight
lipstick stain beside his lips telling of a recent tousle.
DANNY
You want to tell me what that was
for? Or should I guess?
SONDRA
(Innocently)
What was what for, Danny?
DANNY
Come on, Sondra, don’t play
innocent with me.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
SONDRA
(Laughing, eyes still glazed
and emotionless)
Well then, why don’t you tell me
what you think, sweetie?
DANNY
I think you’re coming onto me.
SONDRA
And even if I am, what are you
going to do about it, Danny?
DANNY
(Sighs)
Let’s not get into this again,
Sondra.
SONDRA
(Raises eyebrow, and gives a
small frown)
Are you saying that you don’t want
me?
DANNY
You know that’s not what I’m
saying. I find you beautiful, and
entirely desirable.
SONDRA
Then, what’s stopping you? Why
aren’t you here?
Sondra drags her fingertip along the vinyl at the spot right
next to her, her fingertip tracing up her thigh and finally
ending at her crotch.
DANNY
I love Di. You know that, right?
SONDRA
(Laughing)
Of course I do, darling, of course
I do. Who’s mentioning Di at all?
What the poor girl doesn’t know
won’t kill her, after all.
DANNY
(Frowning)
What’s gotten into you, Sondra?
You’re so unlike the sweet girl you
used to be.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
SONDRA
(Glaring at Danny)
Don’t give me that. You’re as much
to blame for what I’ve become. You
know, you’re not so different, you
and I. Why don’t you go take a look
in the mirror before you dare
preach to me about love.
Sondra grabs her clutch bag, stands up and stalks her way to
the door. On the way, she grabs the hand on a young and
handsome Caucasian stranger. The young man looks up at her,
smiles upon seeing her face, and stands up to follow her to
the door.
Danny sighs heavily and runs his hand agitatedly through his
hair.
3 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sondra enters the bedroom from the adjoining toilet wearing
only a flimsy robe. She smiles and strikes a pose, looking
seductively at the half naked man lounging on the bed.
The young man gives her a slight smile and beckons for
Sondra to join him in bed.
Sondra lets the robe slip from her shoulders, revealing a
sexy getup including garters and stockings.
Whistling low, the young man stands up and approaches Sondra
slowly, like a cat prowling its prey.
Sondra allows herself to be led to the bed, then lies down
upon it, faking a picture of demureness.
The young man lowers himself upon Sondra and kisses her
neck.
Sondra’s eyes are curiously expressionless as she responds
to the young man’s advances. She seems to be apart from
herself - there, but not truly there.
The young man frowns upon sensing her disinterest and
increases his assault on her. He grabs her arms and lifts
them over her head, pushing his knee between her crotch.
Sondra moans low and attempts to struggle out of his hold.
The young man pulls her hair sharply and leans down to crush
her lips beneath his.
4.
Sondra moans louder and yields. Her body softens and relaxes
as she melts into his domination.
4 EXT. ROAD LEADING TO BUS STOP - DAY
Sondra walks aimlessly down the long road decorated with
colorful shop houses on both sides. She swings her clutch
bag and staggers a little as she walks, almost as though she
was drunk. Her makeup is streaked and she looks ravished,
but still beautiful.
A rather crass looking man walks past her and they collide.
MAN
(Angrily)
Hey, watch where you’re walking,
lady!
Sondra glances at the man, locking eyes with him. Her eyes