by Adam Huddleston
This week I wanted to share with you my new interest. Sometimes when you’re stuck in your current work, not sure where the plot should go or if your dialogue is stale or not, it helps to branch out and try something different.
Although I love reading, my current schedule makes it easier for me to watch movies. I honestly can’t remember the last time I began and finished a novel without putting it down for several months or starting another book in between. Since I love films, I thought I might try my hand at writing a screenplay. The first step is learning proper formatting and some of the terminology. After that, it’s just a matter of letting the words flow on the page.
Here is an extremely short screenplay I recently finished based on an extremely short story I wrote a year or so ago.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT
ADAM is in bed, fast asleep next to his wife, JENNIFER. A thin line of saliva runs down his cheek onto his pillow. A muffled THUMP comes from the direction of his son JASON’s bedroom.
What was that?
JENNIFER twitches a little in her sleep but does not respond. ADAM slides out of bed and glares at his wife. He shuffles down the hallway to JASON’s room.
ADAM sees a giant shadow in the corner of his son’s bedroom. He opens his mouth but is interrupted when something brown streaks in front of his eyes. JASON’s teddy bear, ROBOT, performs a flying side-kick into the nose of a massive creature in the corner. Bones SNAP. ROBOT drives his fist into the beast’s chest and pulls out a pulsing, black heart. ROBOT screams in triumph and holds the heart aloft. ADAM’s and ROBOT’s eyes meet. ROBOT grins and trots across the floor to ADAM.
Is this really happening?
ROBOT’s brow furrows.
Tonight it is, Adam. Tomorrow may be peaceful. The days and weeks following may be as well. But some day…some day…
ADAM looks over at the dead creature then back at his son’s sleeping buddy.
Oh. Okay. Uh, thanks…Robot.
You’re quite welcome, Adam; you and Jason both. I swore to protect his precious life the day you brought me home and I plan on keeping that promise for as long as I am able.
ADAM nods at the dead beast.
What are you gonna do with that?
Don’t worry about the Gorthok. It’ll be disposed of before your son wakes. Oh, and Jason whispered to me tonight that he wants toaster pastries in the morning.
Uh…toaster pastries. Got it.
ADAM turns toward the hallway for a moment then turns back again. The room is back to normal. All four corners of the bedroom are empty. Jason is tucked away under his comforter, a small arm clutching ROBOT close. ADAM heads back to his bedroom rubbing his eyes.
No more Italian food after eleven.