Monday, June 09, 2008

Story Online

My screenplay-story "Baram Writer" is now up at Dark Sky.

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EXT. AN URBAN WOODLAND. WINTER. LATE AFTERNOON.

Wind blows through trees, rustles dead leaves, makes branches sway in a creaking, slow dervish.

VO [male]: The wind has its own tone, its own feeling. It’s like … coldness, thinness.

It’s like hunger.

The wind has a body. The wind is someone.

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Sunday, June 01, 2008