Demon Confessions of Sansa Plath: A Short Story
Title: Demon Confessions of Sansa PlathAuthor: Tracy DaleyDemographic: YAGenre: Paranormal
Synopsis:
After feeding on sorrow for thousands of years, Sansa discovers a new kind of hunger.
Sansa has fed on the sorrow of humans since her creation, but now that the End of Time is near, she’s hungry for a different meal. Ever since reading “The Death of the Moth” over the shoulder of Virginia Wolf,…
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Celestial Bodies- Television Script // E1- Pilot
"If your afraid of these hills, of the pastures past the signs, of the people here who are just living their lives then your not going to make it out of here alive" -
Category - Young Adult
Genre- Coming of Age/ Thriller
Synopsis- Radon Springs, a small town tourist hotspot where the Bluepark radioactive disaster is memorialised in printed t-shirts, keychains and commemorative mugs. Within this town five teenagers, from social butterflies to newcomers unaccepting of the small-town traditions to investigators who learn of things they’d rather not know, find themselves in a religious once dead prophecy on top of the usual teen drama, romance and occasional death.
Tone- Dreamy, dark, nostalgic.
Inspo- Sabrina the Teenage Witch, The Devil All the Time, I'm not okay with this, End of the F***ing world.
Celestial bodies is a project that I've started so that one day I can perfect it and add it to my end of year portfolio, since it's my first television script it's a bit rough and more literary than normal following my roots as a poetic writer. I use Writerduet.com for drafts of my scripts and celtx.com as a space for collaborative work and the 'rough' drafts sits around 2,223 words long the length of a flash fiction story. Following an already insane idea, each episode follows a specific colour scheme with the opening pilot being scarlet; danger, action, consequences.
The pilot of Celestial Bodies follows a non-conventional three-act structure to reflect the instability of the setting, in a place where radiation runs rampant and affects the technological efficiency of cameras, compasses, radios and computers of course it'd affect the filming process in a meta-way. I've always imagined Celestial Bodies being shot on disposable camera's at times and being overlayed with bleeding and colour replacement effects to make the film feel as though it is deteriorating as one watches which helps reflect the breaking mental stability of the opening episodes main character.
ACT ONE
The episode begins with a recording of an old documentary, the screen flickering and fading in and out of focus the establishing shots of the town interwoven with a male voiceover telling the history of RadonSprings and the infamous radioactive disaster hidden in its memory. I tend to stray away from prefactory information in introductions, however, I don't believe this choice takes away from the intrigue especially since almost everything else is shown to the audience through background visuals/ allusions in speech.
After this recording dies down, the voice mellowing to a melodramatic drum the shot changes to an establishing shot and we briefly meet our first character.
Dallas is the eldest daughter to her first-generation immigrant parents who've moved away from the illustrious big city to focus on whats important, family, connection and affordable house prices. Dallas is calm, collected, well-reasoned and willing to start over in a new town, make friends three years older than her and find herself again or under the worst circumstances hide away again and retreat into a formulated identity. We meet Dallas as she reckons with her parent's decision and when a stranger appears at their house at the end of the episode desperately reaching out to her mother and claiming to know her Dallas is left alone, her parents fleeing forgetting to pack her and her brothers. Left in a parental position and lost Dallas is desperate to find people her age whom she can connect with.
ACT TWO
We take a break from Dallas to establish Gecko, a young boy coddled by his mother for years who is about to do the unthinkable.
We meet Gecko briefly in the present day, wearing bright tight-fitting clothing, his hair recently dyed, movements pre-planned and anxious a brief cutaway to a few nights prior shows him in the form he's used to, 20 years old and still wearing hand-me-downs from his grand-father. He's apart of an average radioactive family, a mother faking her therapy degree and psycho-analysing her own son, a displaced father, drop-out older brother and him; a trigger-happy straight-A son still reckoning with his own gender and sexuality and unable to get higher-paid work because of his disability. The scene is slow but punctual with an intruder entering Gecko's house and threatening to attack his mother, Gecko does the only thing he can think to do, he grabs his absent fathers hunting gun and shoots one lethal shot into the burglar's back.
His mother takes care of it, burying the man in her tulip garden she reasons with him that this won't be the end for him and that if he just pretends everything's normal...no...everythings perfect it'll be fine. People die of gradual radiation poisoning all the time, people disappear all the time.
ACT THREE
Act three is an amalgamation of the aftermath of all these events, Gecko reinvents himself becomes a walking performance and summer school starts, all his old friends are back in town. Lexa owns a motorcycle, Scottie's picked up some work, Bea's preparing for the tourist season, each of them unaware of the changes that have been made to this small town.
Before I start Episode Two, I'm planning on going back through this script and adjusting some dialogue and lengthening some scenes so they feel more natural.
But that's Scarlet Fever! I love the vibes of this episode and how eratic it is in its unnatural delivery. My goal for this project isn't to complete drafting the two seasons I've planned but to just write a script that isn't shit. I'm loving this project so far and the characters are some of my favourite, so refined and mature!
Till next time
-E
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“I recognize that almost every poem I’ve read is about three things. Love, sex and the stars"🌌🌌
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“Stars are important"🌠🌠
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I don’t know but why not more poems about sun, ‘The sun is also a star'🌞🌝🌕
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"Just cause it’s the most important star doesn’t make it poetic”
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“The sun is a benevolent star, a giver, it’s our greatest symbol of hope, that’s worth writing about"😌😌
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"Time and distance are heart’s natural enemies"🥺
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"Sometimes all we have is a single day"😕
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"Human beings are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it’s forever"😲
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"Compared to the lifespan of the universe, our lives begin and end in a single day, I’ve come to understand it this way, the stars aren’t just balls of gas burning billions miles away, they are also a reminder of the brief time we share on this planet"🙃🙃
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.qotd- whatcha you guys have been reading in this quarantine situation?suggest some which suits this situation? I mean the suck-you-out-of-boredom kind of? Please, please🙏
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Aotd- well I read this and I’m listening to call me by your name and birdbox
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P.s- stay safe and stay at home guys, and read a lot , happy reading, take care, peace out, XD✌🤙
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Can’t you see that I–the me that I am right now, sitting here with you at this moment-am a figment of his imagination? He dreamt me into being. He can always undream me, unbelieve me. He can unmask me, and then what will be left? Will I always fear him as much as I love him? Will I always be only one half of his whole? What are soulmates, and am I one, or am I simply just a parasite, a leech, a cancer that spreads and takes hold and takes pleasure in choking us both?
Alone With You In The Ether, Olivie Blake
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