Post by flynn24 on Jul 11, 2008 11:03:30 GMT
To the first of my ideas.
I'd really love to hear the thoughts of other Hexians around here.
The Book of Dordran
Created by T.S. Flynn
Episode 1: "Let There Be Light"
Written by T.S. Flynn
EXT. SPACE -- NIGHT
Vast in it's infinite complexity and seeming emptiness. Our only companion is the darkness, punctuated by occasional pin-pricks of light, some giving the illusion of colour, but most are just plain white.
One by one they begin to move, to circle each other. To dance into a spinning spiral of colour... mixing quickly into white. And as they become closer and closer to a stream of light, images can be seen faintly, appearing and disappearing. Strange fractured bodies and events. A head of a woman here, a blood-spattered field there. A man and woman in coitus, passion flowing from them like radiation. And then nothing... just black and two voices, one male and weary, the other female and meek, but determined.
A beat, silence but for breathing and then...
Another beat, the stars are a swirling mass of colour, violent and beautiful now.
As the last exchange between the two voices comes to an end the spirals of light turn red and funnel into a black dot in the centre of our universe, forming a twisted and demented eye, the pupils of which dilate. Then a scream, unearthly and destructive coincides, suggesting some primitive and powerful force to be reckoned with.
INT. LEONARD'S BEDROOM -- MIDNIGHT
Surprisingly clean and normal. It is decorated with a homely feel to it, the wardrobe is mahogany and the king-size four-poster bed is likewise. Two people inhabit the dark covers, one, a long dark haired woman, is sleeping soundly. The other is young man, thin and pale as a ghost, with dark ginger hair, sitting bolt upright, breathing heavily.
As we close to his face we can still hear the echoing scream from what was apparently his dream, as it grows faint and then a slender, attractive voice sounds, obliterating it.
Breathing heavily, the man, LEONARD THIRCH, does not answer straight away.
This worries the woman, JEAN FAULKNER, and she sits up, hugging Leonard from behind, drawing her hands up and down his arms, slowly, as if to warm them.
Leonard smiles. If one thing could bring him back to earth it is the fears of someone else. The fears of his beloved fiancee. He turns his head and kisses her lightly, passion creeping in from both lovers and the kiss deepens.
The two fall to the bed, in a passionate and loving embrace. But even now, with his love bubbling away inside of him, that faint scream can be heard as we close in on his eyes... going deeper and deeper until his pupils cover our world and slowly, the deep red begins to creep in, tendril by tendril. And when the scream reaches it highest crescendo yet we...
CUT TO BLACK
I'd really love to hear the thoughts of other Hexians around here.
The Book of Dordran
Created by T.S. Flynn
Episode 1: "Let There Be Light"
Written by T.S. Flynn
Teaser:
EXT. SPACE -- NIGHT
Vast in it's infinite complexity and seeming emptiness. Our only companion is the darkness, punctuated by occasional pin-pricks of light, some giving the illusion of colour, but most are just plain white.
One by one they begin to move, to circle each other. To dance into a spinning spiral of colour... mixing quickly into white. And as they become closer and closer to a stream of light, images can be seen faintly, appearing and disappearing. Strange fractured bodies and events. A head of a woman here, a blood-spattered field there. A man and woman in coitus, passion flowing from them like radiation. And then nothing... just black and two voices, one male and weary, the other female and meek, but determined.
Male voice (V.O.):
(Almost a whisper)
It isn't over. He'll return someday... and I fear I
I won't be around to help, to hold him back.
Female voice (V.O.):
(Comforting)
Why can't we end it now? He couldn't stop us.
Think of the lives we could save.
(Almost a whisper)
It isn't over. He'll return someday... and I fear I
I won't be around to help, to hold him back.
Female voice (V.O.):
(Comforting)
Why can't we end it now? He couldn't stop us.
Think of the lives we could save.
A beat, silence but for breathing and then...
Male voice (V.O.):
He is protected.
Female voice (V.O.):
How long?
Male voice (V.O.):
Longer then you could care to imagine...
Female voice (V.O.):
(Stronger now)
How long?!
He is protected.
Female voice (V.O.):
How long?
Male voice (V.O.):
Longer then you could care to imagine...
Female voice (V.O.):
(Stronger now)
How long?!
Another beat, the stars are a swirling mass of colour, violent and beautiful now.
Male voice (V.O.):
Seven centuries.
Female voice (V.O.):
(Shock, devastated)
No... you... lied to me. You promised me you
could save us. YOU PROMISED!
Male voice (V.O.):
(Calm)
There is still hope... I have an idea.
Seven centuries.
Female voice (V.O.):
(Shock, devastated)
No... you... lied to me. You promised me you
could save us. YOU PROMISED!
Male voice (V.O.):
(Calm)
There is still hope... I have an idea.
As the last exchange between the two voices comes to an end the spirals of light turn red and funnel into a black dot in the centre of our universe, forming a twisted and demented eye, the pupils of which dilate. Then a scream, unearthly and destructive coincides, suggesting some primitive and powerful force to be reckoned with.
CUT TO:
INT. LEONARD'S BEDROOM -- MIDNIGHT
Surprisingly clean and normal. It is decorated with a homely feel to it, the wardrobe is mahogany and the king-size four-poster bed is likewise. Two people inhabit the dark covers, one, a long dark haired woman, is sleeping soundly. The other is young man, thin and pale as a ghost, with dark ginger hair, sitting bolt upright, breathing heavily.
As we close to his face we can still hear the echoing scream from what was apparently his dream, as it grows faint and then a slender, attractive voice sounds, obliterating it.
JEAN:
(Small, but comforting)
Leonard? Are you awake?
(Small, but comforting)
Leonard? Are you awake?
Breathing heavily, the man, LEONARD THIRCH, does not answer straight away.
JEAN
(Continued):
Leonard? Was it... another one?
LEONARD:
Yes. It was... vivid. So vivid. So clear.
(Continued):
Leonard? Was it... another one?
LEONARD:
Yes. It was... vivid. So vivid. So clear.
This worries the woman, JEAN FAULKNER, and she sits up, hugging Leonard from behind, drawing her hands up and down his arms, slowly, as if to warm them.
JEAN:
You have to see someone about them.
Every night for three weeks Leonard.
(Beat, and then timidly)
You're beginning to scare me...
You have to see someone about them.
Every night for three weeks Leonard.
(Beat, and then timidly)
You're beginning to scare me...
Leonard smiles. If one thing could bring him back to earth it is the fears of someone else. The fears of his beloved fiancee. He turns his head and kisses her lightly, passion creeping in from both lovers and the kiss deepens.
LEONARD:
I have you. That's all the help I need...
JEAN:
(Kisses her partner, her night dress falling
down her body, revealing milky skin)
But... Am I enough?
I have you. That's all the help I need...
JEAN:
(Kisses her partner, her night dress falling
down her body, revealing milky skin)
But... Am I enough?
LEONARD:
(Caressing her body, kissing her neck and
down and down)
You're everything.
(Caressing her body, kissing her neck and
down and down)
You're everything.
The two fall to the bed, in a passionate and loving embrace. But even now, with his love bubbling away inside of him, that faint scream can be heard as we close in on his eyes... going deeper and deeper until his pupils cover our world and slowly, the deep red begins to creep in, tendril by tendril. And when the scream reaches it highest crescendo yet we...
CUT TO BLACK
End Teaser
