Diminishment of Bread

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
               back.

               Damian spins around.  Searches for the pitcher.

               Roaring in hysterical laughter, Will falls out of the tree.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Jesus, Will.

               Damian rushes over to Will.  The boys continues on with his
               hysteria.

                                   WILL
                         You should have seen your face. 
                         You were so scared.

               Damian thinks twice before handing Will the ball.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Hate when you do that shit.

                                   WILL
                         I don't do it that often.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Once is enough.

                                   WILL
                         Making nice-nice with Kate?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Her aunt, Mrs. Argrove, isn't well.

               Tears well up in Will's eyes.

                                   WILL
                         How?  What's wrong with her?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Don't know.  She's a manic.   

               Will stands up.  Tosses the ball into the woods.

                                   WILL
                         Damn!  What about Kate?  Will
                         she...

                                   DAMIAN
                         She's focused exclusively on her
                         aunt.

               Will starts to walk away.

                                   DAMIAN (CONT'D)
                         Will, wait!

                                   WILL
                         What?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Where's Charlie?

               A concerned expression washes over Will's face.

               EXT. WOODS - DAY

               Damian and Will walk side by side, tossing the rubber
               handball between them.

                                   WILL
                         You think Charlie stalked you?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Well, Kate didn't send him.  She
                         only saw him once in the office.

                                   WILL
                         And you believe her?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why would Kate lie?

                                   WILL
                         Cause she's a bitch.

                                   DAMIAN
                         You two have got to find common
                         ground.

                                   WILL
                         I don't got to do anything.

               Damian sticks his arm out.  Prevents Will from going any
               further.

               Several yards away, Charlie lies unconscious.

               Damian rushes over to Charlie, feels the man's heartbeat
               against his neck.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Go get Kate.

                                   WILL
                         Me?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Fine.  I'll get her.  You carry
                         Charlie to the cabin.

                                   WILL
                         Right...

               Damian laughs as Charlie runs off.

CrossFit

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
               air.

               Kate hands Bella a steaming cup of tea.

                                   KATE
                         Take this.

                                   BELLA
                             (mouths)
                         Thank you.

               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.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Kate, can we talk?

               KITCHEN

               Kate pours boiling water into a cup.

                                   KATE
                         Want a cup?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Sure.  Kate, is your aunt
                         delusional? 

               Kate's face turns beat red.

                                   KATE
                         Excuse me?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Relax.  I'm asking out of concern.

                                   KATE
                         It's been ages since I've seen her. 
                         You know that.

                                   DAMIAN
                         She claims Charlie's a woman.   A
                         demon woman, to boot.

               Kate hands Charlie a cup of tea.

                                   KATE
                         Charlie?  Careful it's hot.

                                   DAMIAN
                         The man, or woman according to your
                         aunt, you sent here.

                                   KATE
                         I wouldn't send my worst enemy
                         here.  Putting anyone, anything
                         near that rodent child, would be
                         tragic.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Kate...

                                   KATE
                         I'm sorry.  That's an insult to
                         rodents.

               A loud shriek emits from the bedroom.

               BEDROOM

               Kate and Damian rush in.

               Bella's seated on a rocking chair sewing.

                                   KATE
                         Aunt Bella what are you doing out
                         of bed?

                                   BELLA
                         Sewing.

                                   KATE
                         You're ill.   Get to bed!

               Kate grabs Bella's hand but the old woman pushes her niece
               out of the way.

                                   BELLA
                         Don't tell me what to do.  I'm
                         sewing now.  I'll go to bed when
                         I'm tired.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why'd you shriek?

                                   BELLA
                         What did you say?

                                   DAMIAN
                         You shrieked?  What happened?

               Bella holds the sewing needles like a dagger.

                                   BELLA
                         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
                         were you. 

               Kate reaches for the sewing needle.

                                   KATE
                         Aunt Bella...

                                   BELLA
                         Don't "Aunt Bella" me, young lady.
                             (beat)
                         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.

Lethargy

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.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What?

                                   DAMIAN
                         I don't know.  You tell me.

                                   CHARLIE
                         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?

                                   DAMIAN
                         How are you feeling?

                                   CHARLIE
                             (sarcastic)
                         You really want to know how I'm
                         feeling?  Aww.  You care.   Well, I
                         feel pretty fucking humiliated and
                         stupid.   

                                   DAMIAN
                         I'm sorry.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah, okay.

               Charlie opens the cooler.  Pulls out a dozen eggs.

                                   CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                         We need to do something with these
                         eggs.

                                   DAMIAN
                         We can have an egg fight.

                                   CHARLIE
                         I was thinking more like deviled
                         eggs.  Got any paprika?

               Damian jumps off the bed.  Lands atop Charlie.  Punches him
               the face.

               Will dashes in.  Face flushed.   

                                   WILL
                         You have to stop.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why?  The fun's just beginning.

                                   WILL
                         I'm serious.   They're coming.

               EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING

               Less than five nautical miles from shore, the speed boat
               approaches.

               Damian and Will duck behind a shrub.

                                   DAMIAN
                         The boat's not headed in our
                         direction.

                                   WILL
                         Sure it is.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Look.

               The speed boat veers to the right.

                                   WILL
                         Where...

                                   DAMIAN
                         I have an idea...but you've gotta
                         hide.

               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.

                                   KATE
                         It's Aunt Bella.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What about her?

                                   KATE
                         She's not well.

               Damian jumps atop the docks. Holds Kate's shaking arms.

                                   DAMIAN
                         How can she not be well?  She seems
                         fine.  I was just with her this
                         morning.