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EXT.SCHOOL BUILDING-AFTERNOON. Black. Fade In. Music playing. In Focus JAY'S feet on the Ground. Opening Credits Roll simultaneously. A whiff of smoke is blown on the shoes. JAY - a man of the moment who always takes his time to indulge in his guilty pleasures - throws the cigarette stub and tramples it under foot and gets up. In first person view he heads toward the double doors of the building. int.school building-afternoon JAY walks in, busy students milling by past him. He says hello &...

Butterfly Memories No word could aptly describe the intensity of the afternoon sun. Its scorching rays beat down upon the earth with a ferocity that few creatures could withstand and fewer still would find serenity in. Diana sat by the louvered window, her long fingers clutching the white barricade. She marveled at the evolution of modern architecture. Social vices had obscured open windows, the portals of beautiful scenery with miniature prison bars. At least hers’ was too bad. It was ornate...

Spirit of Hope As the day drew to a close my mother’s face gradually discarded the shroud of weariness that had plagued her from sun up. She began to smile easily again. Her beautiful smile is the light of my world. I seldom talk about my mother, but today I make an exception as I make this entry into my diary. It is no small task being the first of four children. For the greater part of two decades I’ve handled my platoon of siblings reasonably well. Incidentally we are all girls. Although w...