Well, I know I’ve been sharing blips of my current-work-in-process, Return to Walandra, BUT I’ve fallen prey to something I’m sure most writers do… I got distracted and pulled away to another project.
While I plan to finish writing Return to Walandra, the ‘voices’ have temporarily gone silent because of the ‘voices’ for my first attempt at writing a movie screenplay are screaming in my head. LOL
Sacrificing Souls is from my Paranormal/Horror Halloween blog short story from a couple of years ago. I had always thought it could make a great ‘scare-fest’ on the big screen, so I thought why not put it into a screenplay, right?
Of course, there was one little problem… I’ve never written a screenplay. So, I took the plunge. I purchased Final Draft and started watching YouTube videos on how to make this dive into unfamiliar waters without drowning. LOL
Wow, talk about a completely different way of writing! One thing I’m happy about is I’ve always written LOTS of dialogue in my books, so at least I’m one step ahead there.
So, in the spirit of The Tuesday Tease, I thought I’d share some of my screenplay with you as I go through a first edit. I’m sure there will be SEVERAL more edits. LOL
I wasn’t able to make it look exactly the way it does in Final Draft, but this will give you an idea of what I’m doing. As my fellow authors will see, writing a screenplay is a WHOLE different animal. LOL
This is a scene from Sacrificing Souls:
The WORN wheels on the dolly RUB against the metal frame, SQUEAKING LOUDLY with each rotation. Frank enters the kitchen. He walks toward the corner by the exit to the back porch.
The temperature in the room suddenly drops, showing each breath Frank takes. Pushing the dolly to the corner, Frank SENSES an unseen presence. Beads of sweat appear on his forehead, in spite of the cold.
Frank STOPS and glances around the room. Dread is on his face. Frank unclasps the strap around the boxes.
DEEP SINISTER VOICE
You shall be another sacrifice.
Frank FREEZES in place, his eyes wide with fear.
Who–Who said that?
DEEP SINISTER VOICE (evil laughter)
Frank looks around the room. His face is ASHEN and his body TREMBLES.
You–you– you’re not real. I–I–I’m just letting m–m–my imagine g–g–getting the best of me.
Frank lifts the first box and sets it next to the wall.
DEEP SINISTER VOICE (louder evil laughter)
Frank picks up two of the boxes and stacks them by the first. He reaches for the last two boxes. His vision becomes blurry.
With both hands, Frank frantically RUBS his eyes.
DEEP SINISTER VOICE
Your death will be thought as an accident, but you will know the truth.
SMASH CUT TO:
Flames fill the room. The intense heat of the flames GLOWS. The metal cabinet handles and the appliances on the countertop are BUBBLING and MELTING. Frank STUMBLES backward, tripping over one of the kitchen table chairs. Holding out his hands, Frank watches the flesh melt away, leaving only bone.
FRANK (agonizing groans)
The fire grows until his entire body is trapped in the flames. His body THRASHES, as the flames consume his flesh. Frank is on the verge of MADNESS. He opens his mouth to CRY OUT when in a FLASH of bright light, THE ROOM AND HE RETURN TO NORMAL.
Frank quickly sets the last two boxes next to the others and RUSHES out of the kitchen, pushing the dolly, its wheels SQUEAKING LOUDLY.
I hope you enjoyed the tease from my first screenplay. While this is a whole new learning curve for me, I must confess that I’m having a blast!