“I just want my cup of coffee.”
Three steps out of the firm’s office–already he was interrupted.
“Harvey–I was just in the area and I wanted to hear your thoughts on the–”
“Bullshit you were in the area, Ronnie. I saw you jump the second you saw me. You were waiting for me.”
“Be that as it may–”
Harvey walked off. Ronnie chased after him.
a parody of advertisement, written by Amérique Nakamura
He looked out the window. He saw up to the horizon. He cursed under his breath.
Belmondo rushed out the room to the hall down the steps and into the kitchen and to Mrs. Franz.
She sat at the kitchen table. Legs crossed across the dusty surface. Feet up. Book in her hands.
Belmondo breathed heavy and said, “Mrs. Franz.”
I just recently dropped By Taylor Phan, a Patreon exclusive (for now anyway), that I had written for the Killer Shorts Horror Short Screenplay Competition. It didn’t win, otherwise this would be a completely different post, but after a reread of the script, I felt like a short analysis/afterword could serve as a bit of insight.
The Fucking Consequences of Your Health and Salvation!
Anna Wang: A woman in her late thirties. Anarchist.
Marciel Karina: Her lawyer.
The following excerpt from ACT ONE takes place in an interrogation room.
Happy cold times everyone!
–PREVUES OF COMING ATTRACTIONS–
The image fuzzy–warm and blurry with the edges bleeding. The sound warped. Cult-classic foreign flick Harajuku Blues on VHS. Subtitles provided.
–TAPE HICCUPS AND SKIP SKIP SKIPS–