...finalizing it a bit more!
Which means getting the story written down a bit better, aka. a story/treatment. Written by myself, joining all our previous thoughts and concepts into a readable "story", as opposed to more like a treatment.
And Ill just post that entire word document right in here, since most of you would not have bothered to open a word document, most likely, I would not myself either, so here you go^^ :
Which means getting the story written down a bit better, aka. a story/treatment. Written by myself, joining all our previous thoughts and concepts into a readable "story", as opposed to more like a treatment.
And Ill just post that entire word document right in here, since most of you would not have bothered to open a word document, most likely, I would not myself either, so here you go^^ :
WIP title – ”Facing Death”
Intro:
In a room, late at night, with the moonlight shining through the window, a little girl is sleeping in her bed, tightly holding her teddy bear. Medical equipment is placed next to her bed, oxygen is fed through tubes to her nose, this girl is ill, maybe even facing her premature death.
It’s a cold night outside. The pale blue light is shining in the room and reflects off a picture on the dresser by the window. One can vaguely see the silhouettes of an old lady and a small kid.
The window behind is halfway open, and from out of nowhere a dark shadow moves across the blurry window. As we close in towards the window one can see the glass getting frosted from bottom to top, and a weird mist appears to glide in through the open gap. Slightly pushing the window further open, with a teeth-grinding creek, disturbing the sleep of the young girl. She yawns, feeling cold. Looking down toward the window, wondering if its open, she sees this mysterious fog, mist or smoke of some kind approaching her feet. This weird fog seem to after her. To what end would it want her? What is this thing??
She stumbles out of her bed, tripping, the fog nearing her feet, entangling up her leg. Trying to brush it off while rising up, she grabs her teddy from the floor, and storm towards the door. The smokey fog still lingering not far behind... The doorknob/handle is reached (cam; POV), turned, the door dragged open as we cut (fade?) to black…
Mid:
From a low angle we see the feet of the girl, she is running hard, fast. Gradually the pace resides, and she stops. Wondering. She is not where she is supposed to be. Her surroundings is unfamiliar. She’s in an empty street, there is no sound, only the howl in the wind and the occasional raffle of paper flying about. Its cold, and the little girl is getting scared out of her mind, looking around her unfamiliar scene. She squeezes her precious teddy close to her heart as she spots the foggy smoke monster once again appearing, slowly pushing its way out of a sewer coverage. Seeping through, building in mass, from every direction. The girl shakes her fear off for the moment and get her feet running away. She nervously looks around as she tries to find cover or help or sumthing!
A light shines in the corner of her eye, as she turns, she see a light that seem different from the others. For some reason it just seem so much.. brighter.. than the rest… Allmost.. comforting… No matter the reason, she decides to follow the light. Hopefully someone can help her over there.
As she turns a corner, she is faced with what seems like an endless corridor. Blurred walls of buildings silhouette onto the sky. Dim light-posts somewhat illuminate a path down, toward what seems such a familiar warm feeling, such brightness in the end of this single path. A quick look to her side reveals the smoke approaching her position, now even more violently, thrashing its way toward her.
She goes for it. Dashing forward. Moving her legs as fast as a little girl can go. But before she gets going, her dear teddy is caught on some wire protruding, and falls to the ground. As the girl realizes what just happened, the smoke-monster is catching up and is engulfing its environment behind as it turns the same corner she just came from. This is not a matter of physical objects, its about her friend, and her teddy is her friend. It NEEDS to be saved! The smoke reacts to the girl, stopping for a moment, as if sensing her determination. It’s a stare-down of massive proportions. Her eyes on the fog, then mr. Teddy. She pounces, barely touching the ground, reaches the teddy in a few, long steps. But the smoke is as fast if not more. A massive strand shooting out, bulging, spewing, contorting its way closer. What look like giant teeth protruding from its center, now a few feet from the girl. She slides, reaches for the teddy and yet again barely manage to escape its grasp. Looking forward, seeing the light, her determination risen. With all her might, she proceed toward it, now spotting what seem to be the outline of she finds, ohh, so familiar. She just cannot remember what…
Outro:
Running along, stumbling over debris, she nears the light-source. Gradually becoming stronger and stronger, the silhouette getting clearer. Its just a few feet left, such short a distance to what might save her from her pursuer. Her face strongly illuminated, as her head barely passing through the breaching lightwaves, her upper body following.
But as suddenly as the light breached her body, she is stopped in a rough yank. A strand of the smoke has her by the legs, and the main strand not far back. Not looking as fearful as it did, now more resembling a hand, than something that would eat you. She tries to crawl further toward the light, but don’t go far as the smoke’s grip gets tougher. Looking for the figure she saw, the silhouette is now as sharp as it can be. The light behind revealing a shape that is unmistakably her late grandma/pa. There is no doubt about it. Its her/him. She reaches. Her arm extending as far as it can go. But it seem to be to no avail. Now the smoke is within imminent reach. As it bulge its way closer and penetrate the light, what looked like a hand before, is now clearly a hand reaching out. Dissipating the dark layer of smoke, the light now showing its true nature, someone reaching out for the little girl... As she is dragged backwards, the shape is slipping away. The little girl yells out her gran’ma/pa’s name, with all her lungs might. A tear falls from her eye. A diffuse smile is seen on the shape, before fading out in the distance…
A quick flash fade in from white (direct cut in maybe?) reveals the girls eyes opening. Blinking, her eyes adapting to the light. Her mother is standing over her. She is crying, screaming, as she grabs her baby girl and hugs her tightly. The girl looks over towards the picture on her dresser. Its her and her gran’ma/pa. She closes her eyes and hug her mother even harder. A soft smile is seen on her face. It passes, and as she buries her head more deeply into her mothers neck, a tear is seen falling down her face…
End
Intro:
In a room, late at night, with the moonlight shining through the window, a little girl is sleeping in her bed, tightly holding her teddy bear. Medical equipment is placed next to her bed, oxygen is fed through tubes to her nose, this girl is ill, maybe even facing her premature death.
It’s a cold night outside. The pale blue light is shining in the room and reflects off a picture on the dresser by the window. One can vaguely see the silhouettes of an old lady and a small kid.
The window behind is halfway open, and from out of nowhere a dark shadow moves across the blurry window. As we close in towards the window one can see the glass getting frosted from bottom to top, and a weird mist appears to glide in through the open gap. Slightly pushing the window further open, with a teeth-grinding creek, disturbing the sleep of the young girl. She yawns, feeling cold. Looking down toward the window, wondering if its open, she sees this mysterious fog, mist or smoke of some kind approaching her feet. This weird fog seem to after her. To what end would it want her? What is this thing??
She stumbles out of her bed, tripping, the fog nearing her feet, entangling up her leg. Trying to brush it off while rising up, she grabs her teddy from the floor, and storm towards the door. The smokey fog still lingering not far behind... The doorknob/handle is reached (cam; POV), turned, the door dragged open as we cut (fade?) to black…
Mid:
From a low angle we see the feet of the girl, she is running hard, fast. Gradually the pace resides, and she stops. Wondering. She is not where she is supposed to be. Her surroundings is unfamiliar. She’s in an empty street, there is no sound, only the howl in the wind and the occasional raffle of paper flying about. Its cold, and the little girl is getting scared out of her mind, looking around her unfamiliar scene. She squeezes her precious teddy close to her heart as she spots the foggy smoke monster once again appearing, slowly pushing its way out of a sewer coverage. Seeping through, building in mass, from every direction. The girl shakes her fear off for the moment and get her feet running away. She nervously looks around as she tries to find cover or help or sumthing!
A light shines in the corner of her eye, as she turns, she see a light that seem different from the others. For some reason it just seem so much.. brighter.. than the rest… Allmost.. comforting… No matter the reason, she decides to follow the light. Hopefully someone can help her over there.
As she turns a corner, she is faced with what seems like an endless corridor. Blurred walls of buildings silhouette onto the sky. Dim light-posts somewhat illuminate a path down, toward what seems such a familiar warm feeling, such brightness in the end of this single path. A quick look to her side reveals the smoke approaching her position, now even more violently, thrashing its way toward her.
She goes for it. Dashing forward. Moving her legs as fast as a little girl can go. But before she gets going, her dear teddy is caught on some wire protruding, and falls to the ground. As the girl realizes what just happened, the smoke-monster is catching up and is engulfing its environment behind as it turns the same corner she just came from. This is not a matter of physical objects, its about her friend, and her teddy is her friend. It NEEDS to be saved! The smoke reacts to the girl, stopping for a moment, as if sensing her determination. It’s a stare-down of massive proportions. Her eyes on the fog, then mr. Teddy. She pounces, barely touching the ground, reaches the teddy in a few, long steps. But the smoke is as fast if not more. A massive strand shooting out, bulging, spewing, contorting its way closer. What look like giant teeth protruding from its center, now a few feet from the girl. She slides, reaches for the teddy and yet again barely manage to escape its grasp. Looking forward, seeing the light, her determination risen. With all her might, she proceed toward it, now spotting what seem to be the outline of she finds, ohh, so familiar. She just cannot remember what…
Outro:
Running along, stumbling over debris, she nears the light-source. Gradually becoming stronger and stronger, the silhouette getting clearer. Its just a few feet left, such short a distance to what might save her from her pursuer. Her face strongly illuminated, as her head barely passing through the breaching lightwaves, her upper body following.
But as suddenly as the light breached her body, she is stopped in a rough yank. A strand of the smoke has her by the legs, and the main strand not far back. Not looking as fearful as it did, now more resembling a hand, than something that would eat you. She tries to crawl further toward the light, but don’t go far as the smoke’s grip gets tougher. Looking for the figure she saw, the silhouette is now as sharp as it can be. The light behind revealing a shape that is unmistakably her late grandma/pa. There is no doubt about it. Its her/him. She reaches. Her arm extending as far as it can go. But it seem to be to no avail. Now the smoke is within imminent reach. As it bulge its way closer and penetrate the light, what looked like a hand before, is now clearly a hand reaching out. Dissipating the dark layer of smoke, the light now showing its true nature, someone reaching out for the little girl... As she is dragged backwards, the shape is slipping away. The little girl yells out her gran’ma/pa’s name, with all her lungs might. A tear falls from her eye. A diffuse smile is seen on the shape, before fading out in the distance…
A quick flash fade in from white (direct cut in maybe?) reveals the girls eyes opening. Blinking, her eyes adapting to the light. Her mother is standing over her. She is crying, screaming, as she grabs her baby girl and hugs her tightly. The girl looks over towards the picture on her dresser. Its her and her gran’ma/pa. She closes her eyes and hug her mother even harder. A soft smile is seen on her face. It passes, and as she buries her head more deeply into her mothers neck, a tear is seen falling down her face…
End
And there you have it. The layout for our filmproject is complete. Changes will occur, thats only natural.
Now my only hope is that we can pull this off as good as it deserves! But so far my fellow co-producers have shown great incentives and enthusiasm for our project, so I have doubt no more wheter we can do this!
Now my only hope is that we can pull this off as good as it deserves! But so far my fellow co-producers have shown great incentives and enthusiasm for our project, so I have doubt no more wheter we can do this!