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The First Time by Eric Hodkinson   When you sit on the roof of this abandoned building of some random industrial area where the latest sheik club is, you think of your first time. You don’t pay attention anymore, just floating to whatever the hottest new place is, but you still get frightened while being energized at the same time. You always seem to pick same the girl, but you never know her name. They all have the same blurry features. You can fight as long as you want but soon i...

$u$anne An Original Screenplay By Eric Hodkinson TITLE CARD: “J.C.” FADE UP: INT. J.C. LENARD’S BEDROOM- NIGHT J.C. LENARD (17, dresses like a comic book nerd/hipster(an Ethan Hawke look alike from Mystery Date) is sitting on his bed. His girlfriend, MANDY (about 18, MANDY has medium/long, blonde hair-valley girl type), is looking out his window, almost anxious. He’s waiting for her to say something. J.C. acts cool, but he’s about to get a serious wake up call. J.C. (suave) So, what was so im...

Out Of Touch: A Love Story a screenplay by Eric Hodkinson EXT. BEDROOM - MORNING FADE IN: CLOSE UP: of a girl's eye; the pupil is dilated. The eye blinks a few times until the pupil shrinks back into its regular position. CUT TO: The camera on its side, lying on the floor, showing the girl's POV. A rather large dust-bunny is in her view, and in the distance there is a window letting a vast amount of morning light in. CUT BACK TO: The eye: it blinks once more, then the camera pulls back reveal...

BLack HousE By Eric Hodkinson “A last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear…” --Cry Little Sister, Gerard McMann I was just a boy the summer we spent at Baleful Lake. My father was given the key to a cottage by his boss; a man with no family and only a few years left. He graciously accepted the offer with no questions asked, and that’s how my father was. He did what he was told a...

BLack HousE By Eric Hodkinson I was just a boy the summer we spent at Baleful Lake. My father was given the key to a cottage by his boss; a man with no family and only a few years left. My father graciously accepted the offer with no questions asked. And that’s how my father was. He did what he was told at the office, and then came home and told his family what to do. This was how his father did things, so this is how he did them. I always thought it was misplaced aggression. My mother would ...