What a literary juggler I’ve become. Every day, I must wrestle myself with what to write. The new script? Post a new entry? Another secret admirer letter? Oh shit, did I just admit to being the author of 7,213 secret admirer letters to 7,213 random people?
While lying in bed last night (no, I’m not going there, pervert), I decided to discuss the diminishment of bread in my diet, effective as of January 2nd. Sad but true. How I love my bread, my biscuits, my scones! Bread and everything related to it negatively effects my performance at CrossFit. Yesterday, while doing box jumps, I found myself jumping higher. Something about the combination of my blood and bread that increases the force of gravity. Since I know so well the taste of bread, biscuits and scones (yum yum yum and yum) and I don’t know what it’s like to jump really high, I’ve chosen the latter. Once I’ve jumped four feet high, I’ll test to see if the chemistry in my body has changed by increasing my bread intake.
I was wrong. This is the penultimate posting regarding the script entitled Descent. Here ya go–
EXT. LOG CABIN - DAY
A small rubber handball bounces against the porch. It lands
in Will's hand. He suddenly jumps off the porch and climbs
up a tree.
Footsteps land on the porch. Damian reaches for the doorknob.
Will pulls his arm back and shoots it directly into Damian's
Damian spins around. Searches for the pitcher.
Roaring in hysterical laughter, Will falls out of the tree.
Damian rushes over to Will. The boys continues on with his
You should have seen your face.
You were so scared.
Damian thinks twice before handing Will the ball.
Hate when you do that shit.
I don't do it that often.
Once is enough.
Making nice-nice with Kate?
Her aunt, Mrs. Argrove, isn't well.
Tears well up in Will's eyes.
How? What's wrong with her?
Don't know. She's a manic.
Will stands up. Tosses the ball into the woods.
Damn! What about Kate? Will
She's focused exclusively on her
Will starts to walk away.
A concerned expression washes over Will's face.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Damian and Will walk side by side, tossing the rubber
handball between them.
You think Charlie stalked you?
Well, Kate didn't send him. She
only saw him once in the office.
And you believe her?
Why would Kate lie?
Cause she's a bitch.
You two have got to find common
I don't got to do anything.
Damian sticks his arm out. Prevents Will from going any
Several yards away, Charlie lies unconscious.
Damian rushes over to Charlie, feels the man's heartbeat
against his neck.
Go get Kate.
Fine. I'll get her. You carry
Charlie to the cabin.
Damian laughs as Charlie runs off.
There’s something about endorphins that induce a certain madness in me. It’s a safe madness. It forces me to rush to a computer or a pad of paper, write out something brutally honest. This was the case on New Year’s Eve. Many things can get my endorphins going. Refraining from masturbation for days at a time, taking a hike in the woods or an intense workout at CrossFit.
It was late April when I started working out at CrossFit. Six weeks earlier, I started a cleanse. My goal before the cleanse was to become a raw vegan. Mid-cleanse, something new came in. I sensed a super intense workout was needed, one that wouldn’t get boring after a few months. After much research, I happily stumbled upon CrossFit (it’s recommended that one consumes a paleolithic diet for the best results). Here we are early January 2013 and I’m still participating in this great workout program. It paid off as I’m now one of two members of the month. Check out the write-up.
It saddens me to announce that this is the penultimate post whereupon the script will be posted. The blog, of course, will continue. Kudos to those who have commented on the script. Please remember that the script is both incomplete and unedited. There’s a chance that someday the piece will reach completion. Another more pressing story has taken over. As of Sunday, I’ll begin drafting this up. I doubt this new script will make it to the blog. The process of writing it will be mentioned extensively.
INT. BELLA'S PLACE. BEDROOM - LATE MORNING
Lying in bed, with skin as blue as the sky, Bella gasps for
Kate hands Bella a steaming cup of tea.
Bella takes a sip of the tea. Coughs up pink phlegm.
Damian hands Kate a box of tissues.
Kate wipes the pink phlegm off her chin.
Kate, can we talk?
Kate pours boiling water into a cup.
Want a cup?
Sure. Kate, is your aunt
Kate's face turns beat red.
Relax. I'm asking out of concern.
It's been ages since I've seen her.
You know that.
She claims Charlie's a woman. A
demon woman, to boot.
Kate hands Charlie a cup of tea.
Charlie? Careful it's hot.
The man, or woman according to your
aunt, you sent here.
I wouldn't send my worst enemy
here. Putting anyone, anything
near that rodent child, would be
I'm sorry. That's an insult to
A loud shriek emits from the bedroom.
Kate and Damian rush in.
Bella's seated on a rocking chair sewing.
Aunt Bella what are you doing out
You're ill. Get to bed!
Kate grabs Bella's hand but the old woman pushes her niece
out of the way.
Don't tell me what to do. I'm
sewing now. I'll go to bed when
Why'd you shriek?
What did you say?
You shrieked? What happened?
Bella holds the sewing needles like a dagger.
I don't know who you think you are
but I'll tell you. You are a sick
man doing sick things for evil
people. I'd watch my tongue if I
Kate reaches for the sewing needle.
Don't "Aunt Bella" me, young lady.
Both of you, leave me. I've got a
blanket to sew.
Bella's focus shifts directly onto the unfinished blanket barely
covering her kneecaps.
Yesterday’s snow induced somewhat of an intense lethargy. Yes I went to crossfit at 5:30, however, all the other parts of the day was filled with total laziness. Today, the leftovers–a tiny headache. Since this is so, I’ll say nothing more and instead post the next installment of the script.
INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING
Seated on the bed, Damian watches Charlie freshen up.
Charlie makes eye contact with Damian.
I don't know. You tell me.
You're staring. You need
something. More wine? Oh sorry.
We ran out of it. Maybe some feta
cheese. Woah, oh God, forgive me.
That's all been eaten. What could
you possibly want?
How are you feeling?
You really want to know how I'm
feeling? Aww. You care. Well, I
feel pretty fucking humiliated and
Charlie opens the cooler. Pulls out a dozen eggs.
We need to do something with these
We can have an egg fight.
I was thinking more like deviled
eggs. Got any paprika?
Damian jumps off the bed. Lands atop Charlie. Punches him
Will dashes in. Face flushed.
You have to stop.
Why? The fun's just beginning.
I'm serious. They're coming.
EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING
Less than five nautical miles from shore, the speed boat
Damian and Will duck behind a shrub.
The boat's not headed in our
Sure it is.
The speed boat veers to the right.
I have an idea...but you've gotta
EXT. BAY- MORNING
Damian slows his rowing down till he sees the speed boat
anchored to the docks.
EXT. DOCKS/SPEED BOAT - LATE MORNING
Damian ties his row boat to the speed boat. Climbs on board.
Opens cabinets and drawers. Finds nothing.
Someone clears her throat.
Damian looks up. Finds Kate, her eyes welling up in tears.
It's Aunt Bella.
What about her?
She's not well.
Damian jumps atop the docks. Holds Kate's shaking arms.
How can she not be well? She seems
fine. I was just with her this