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AGE:
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LOC: Honolulu, HI
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 20
LOC: Honolulu, HI
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 20
Hello fellow writers. My real passion is screenwriting. I’ve completed two feature length screenplays, one stage play, and three short films (all still in the rewriting process), and just finished outlining a third feature. I’ve studied screenwriting here in Hawaii and traveled to Los Angeles and London for seminars. I find it annoying that when I finally spend a good amount of time reviewing a screenplay here on Urbis it rarely gets opened because the writer seems to have disappeared from the site ages ago.
I like Urbis immensely and thank some of the more experienced writers for beating me over the head with what constitutes a helpful review.
I will try to stay focused on the piece I’m reviewing and off…
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I live in a deep well. Slick walls squeeze Like the tight arms of An overprotective mother I hide, entombed In a frigid cocoon. Sometimes a speck of luminosity flitters in Bouncing off the walls, giggling Upsetting my black-wombed nirvana. I try to touch the fickle light I spiral higher Stretching beyond my reach Knowing I can’t approach that radiance. Its brilliance burns my eyes Yet, I am compelled. Up there, luminescence transforms Colors pop and whirl, blend and sing An abundant pal...
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I live in a deep well. Sometimes a spark of luminosity flitters in, Intruding Bouncing off the walls Upsetting my black nirvana. I give chase Climbing higher Knowing I can’t reach that radiance, Yet, I am compelled. The light Makes everything so Pretty. Until I fall again. Lucky It’s too dark to see The bruises.
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the birds stopped singing today. a king has died. the stars that led a path to the sun crackled and flickered and left a deathly glow before all went black. the drum, normally filled with pulsing rhythm, now surrounded by a shell of cold flesh, has no feeling, no emotion. it is dry, parched from the expulsion of life’s waters. the people of the king wander, weary, lost, together unprepared for the putrid, grey weather, unprepared for the rivers that cease to flow. t...
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Sun and smoke roughened edges Crease the roadmap on his boxer mug And belie the flower Underneath Where no one would think to look A golden unruly mane blankets Muscled shoulders heavily tattooed To hide old love scars Souvenirs Of honeymoons and nightmares The rare smile defies gravity And smoothes the wrinkle between his brows Turning night to day and back again Stripped bare I’m exposed in his blue-eyed stare His mouth spews hard peppery words Laden with unexpe...
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FADE IN: EXT. GAS STATION - HAWAII KAI - DAY About twenty rugged looking biker dudes, members of a motorcycle club, gather at the Koko Marina Chevron. From a distance they are a jumble of chrome and leather, long hair and blue jeans. Closer up, their biker fashion includes chains, dark sunglasses, chiseled muscles and tattoos. Tough guys. They REV their motors in preparation for departure. BETTY (28), somewhat persnickety, Bohemian in dress style, observes the club with great interest. ...
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Don’t scrap this! It just needs a bit of cleaning. It has so much truth in it, it’s the type of work we need to see more of these days whether people think it’s preachy or not. So much of what we have is taken for granted, you have served our modern way of life to us point blank. Nice: carbon copy coffee shops, chrysalis of safety. The main thing I would change: capitalizing “They.” Why not start out with, “The spoiled ones sit in carbon… ?“ Right off we would know to whom you are referring a...
I like mucho. Nice capture of a moment in time and the fleeting emotion that goes with it. Loved the contrasting imagery of angel/white, beatniks/black. Personally, I would separate the longer lines: after white in the 1st sentence, after atmosphere in the 3rd sentence, after leave in last sentence. While I can get a feel for the sound of “mocha latte” and jazz music, I’m at a loss for what I’m supposed to feel by poetic elements. Maybe go with something visual there, a short description of t...
Nice, quick set up without giving too much away. I said uh-oh at “how ironic.” You kept me in a good state of wondering what was going to happen next. You don’t need to back up Calvin’s statements with “wrong.” It was distracting to figure out if he spoke this or thought this, and slowed down the read. Proofread for punctuation, “He is sobbing and, of course, whining... ” and awkward phrasing, “He whispers in a hoarsely.” Somewhat confusing to start and end the story using quotation marks for...
Since you’re new to screenwriting, your script (unless you direct) is called a spec script. Never mention camera angles in a spec, that’s director’s job. You want to sell your script so give us an emotional journey through a tight story with good visualization of characters, their feelings and motivations. Slug lines - Day or Night only. In the action line that follows you can refer to what time of day it is if you feel it’s necessary. This is in every screenwriting book out there. Nice visua...
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