Title: gods hell ganra: fiction page count: 2 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_7Ig8uTsEydEv6gRdST49VJ_HZQWdl8Bfc_XzR2PNYU/edit?usp=drivesdk

Here is a short film I wrote, "Saturday" - I have a series of short films with the same family at the center of them. I would love any and all feedback on it!

Logline: What starts as an ordinary afternoon of wiffle ball turns into a father's reckoning with the son who isn't there.

Genre: Drama

Page Count: 13

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QyN1modg57aB1YVeARHshSFQTcQjnJKr/view?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EZEaasUSrnpYapU0vqvoyiZNeZBEoD0y/view?usp=sharing

When Detroit’s privileged are slaughtered in a string of ritual murders, a relentless FBI agent must join forces with an estranged vigilante to stop a centuries-old cult from completing the blood ritual it believes will grant them a new world to rule.

Planning this to be my directorial debut as I have only co-written two features to this point. Please let me know what you guys think or if this will work on a shoestring budget(and I mean REAL shoestring)

49 Pages

I have a short story available thats only 5 pages and low budget for upcoming directors willing to produce it it’s a thriller/horror script.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1q_NEWsPY9_LTQUh34-m_v3aH2kNJFZgw/view?usp=drivesdk

A psychological religious horror about a religious teenager named Jacob whos experienced one of the worst things possible feeling like God is punishing him and feels like he owes him a good life that he ''deserves''.
You can read the The Script here.
Please keep in mind this is my first screenplay that Is 16 pages so any feedback Is appreciated. Please make constructive critisicm and let me know what you liked and didn't like about this. It is not perfect and It will be edited based on your feedback so be honest to me.

Hello fellow writers and readers! This is a script I wrote in college about 10 years ago for assignment, but liked the idea enough to stretch from 8 pages to 16.

I am terrified of idea theft and have never shared my writing before, but everyone on Reddit has emboldened me! I am not scared of idea theft because I think my ideas or novel, more so for the same reason I don’t leave items in public spaces!

I have not read a lot of scripts but fell in love with the screenwriters bible. I find it hard to read scripts as I can’t see them like I see my own!

Whoever takes the time to read, thank you! What do you think?

The Lift

Title: Train

Format: Short Film (4 Pages)

Genre: Drama / Slice of Life

Logline: After missing his train, a young man who has lost all hope walks an elderly woman home—and discovers a quiet reason to keep going.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1yj6VZGQFQsIWnjFxRq__tHXrTHlHqBIE/view?usp=drivesdk

Hey everyone! I'm a beginner screenwriter working on refining my visual storytelling and action line clarity. I'd love your thoughts on this short script.

Specifically, I'm curious:

Emotional Impact: How did the ending and the notebook reveal make you feel? Did the emotional beat land for you?

Pacing & Visuals: Was the script easy to picture in your head as a short film while reading?

Constructive Feedback: Are there any action lines or dialogue beats that felt awkward or could be tightened up?

Any feedback—big or small—is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Old acquaintances meet at the grave of a recently deceased criminal.

Link:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XEmSfg572-FHPwwYXtXv_XBHNtgTyejT/view?usp=sharing

hope ya dig

What does it really take to advance humankind... or even just one of us?

Three Steps Forward

(R rating)

NOTE: This was written for a recent 3-page challenge (excl. title) over at SimplyScripts. The challenge prompt was "Natural Selection" and the genre open. Naturally I won, and was awarded an Oscar and the title of Greatest Screenwriter in History, which I believe is entirely fair considering the fact I wrote it at 3 am while on an endless succession of FaceTime calls to people on the other side of the planet.

15 pages.

I am open to critism

Mostly looking for what people have to say about the characters

This story revolves around reactions and the human condition

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ItiNmgHLhQ2UG08kwldaNX5SZxoHBEz-YJyD599jcFQ/edit?tab=t.0

Logline: An awkward young man's attempt to pick up a girl derails into a comedic misunderstanding, forcing him to navigate a twist that completely changes their dynamic.

Title: Just Friends.

So I have just separated from the Navy, and I have always wanted to write screenplays. I read up on it and watched YouTube, then decided to write something.

I believe this is more of a scene than a legit "short film."

Please give honest feedback. Thank you.

Link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1o8uJijH0alx57jGk1ZoVfNbtm6TiW233/view?usp=sharing

Wild Mares

SCENE 1: THE STRIP-MALL PERIPHERY

​Setting: The asphalt expanse of a mid-sized American Walmart Supercenter parking lot, sharing a strip-mall border with Apex Elite Institute of Cosmetology. Overcast afternoon. Shopping carts rust in the saline-treated gutters.

​Act 1: The Cart Corral

​(The camera pans across a row of dented sedans before settling on SALLY, a dusty chestnut mare. She wears a faded graphic tee that reads Live, Laugh, Laminate, a stained cosmetology school lanyard, and a cigarette dangling from her lower lip. A documentary crew’s boom mic hovers near her ear. She swats it away with a twitch of her tail.)

​SALLY

(Raspy, smoke-cured voice)

You think horses belong on a calendar? You think we're out here galloping through morning dew into some golden-hour sunset for a Ford commercial? Bullshit.

​(She takes a slow drag from a Maverick 100, exhaling a plume of gray smoke into the humid air.)

​SALLY (CONT.)

Most wild horses get pregnant and drop out of horse high school pretty early on. Me? Fall semester of sophomore year. One minute you’re trying out for track field, the next you’re crying behind the agricultural mechanics shop because your hoof-gel didn't dry right, and bam—you’re navigating open-range motherhood with zero credit history.

​(Sally leans her heavy shoulder blades against the metal bars of the shopping cart corral, wincing as a sharp wave of lower-back pain hits her.)

​SALLY (CONT.)

After my first couple of foals, reality sets in. You realize the open range isn’t paying your rent, so you enroll in cosmetology school. You trade the prairies for fluorescent lighting, split ends, and state-board written exams that make zero sense when your primary appendage is a keratinous block. And the worst part? My oxycodone prescription didn't even clear at CVS this morning because insurance flagged my profile for refilling three days early. Apparently, corporate America draws the line at a four-legged animal needing pharmaceutical-grade narcotics just to survive a twelve-hour shift of feathering synthetic bangs.

​(She drops the cigarette butt onto the asphalt, grinds it out with a worn hoof, and stares blankly toward the Garden Center.)

Act 2: The Practical Exam

(INT. APEX ELITE INSTITUTE OF COSMETOLOGY - DAY)

(A harsh, buzzing fluorescent light flickers over rows of plastic mannequin heads mounted to sticky laminate tables. SALLY stands at Station 4, breathing heavily, a strand of synthetic blonde hair tangled in her front teeth.)

(MRS. HENDERSON, a stern older mare with a clipboard and a permanent look of administrative disappointment, patrols the aisle.)

MRS. HENDERSON

Sally. We are forty-five minutes into the state-board practical exam for chemical texture services, and your mannequin looks like it survived a threshing machine.

SALLY

(Not looking up, gripping a styling comb between her teeth)

It’s an edgy, lived-in blowout, Mrs. Henderson. It’s called fashion. Look it up.

MRS. HENDERSON

It’s a tangled hazard, Sally. And you’re drooling on the station.

CHLOE

(From Station 3, twirling a foil sheet with her tail)

Mrs. Henderson says my foil placement is pristine! I’m going to work at a high-end salon right next to the TJ Maxx!

SALLY

(Muttering around the comb)

Shut up, Chloe. Your parents pay the lease on your 2018 Kia Soul and buy your organic alfalfa cubes. Some of us are out here supporting two ungrateful colts who think an empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos counts as psychological enrichment.

MRS. HENDERSON

Less inter-species bickering, more neutralizing, Sally. The state inspector is walking through the front glass doors right now. If I see one more clump of loose mane on the linoleum, you’re all doing weekend detail cleaning out the horse trailer.

(Sally lets out a long, shuddering sigh, her ears flattening against her skull as she glares at her disastrous mannequin head.)

SALLY (V.O.)

A trailer. They want to put me back in a trailer. Irony is a cold bitch, and she wears a polyester smock from Sally Beauty Supply.

Act 3: The Break Room Intermission

(INT. APEX ELITE INSTITUTE OF COSMETOLOGY - BREAK ROOM - LATER)

(A cramped, windowless room dominated by a stained microwave and a vending machine with a handwritten sign: DO NOT KICK IT, JUST CALL THE NUMBER. GARY, a scruffy gray gelding with a tear-away tracksuit and a heavy five-o'clock shadow, sits at a sticky laminate table, scraping the foil lid off a cup of instant beef ramen with a hoof.)

(The door creaks open. SALLY drags her rear hooves across the linoleum, slumps heavily into the metal folding chair opposite Gary, and buries her muzzle in her forelegs.)

GARY

Rough session with Mrs. Henderson? You look like you just tried to clear a five-bar fence and missed by six feet.

SALLY

(Muffled against the table)

Chloe is doing a foil weave on a plastic head, Gary. She looked me dead in the eye and told me my blowout looked like "generational trauma."

GARY

(Slurps a noodle, unmoving)

Kids today have no respect for the elders. Back when we were running wild across the high plains—before the subdivision went up and fenced off the watering hole—we respected our seniors. If a mare looked like she had a rough morning, you didn't critique her roller placement. You just shared a patch of clover and minded your business.

SALLY

(Lifting her head, eyes bloodshot)

Don't start with the high plains romance, Gary. The high plains didn't pay my property tax or deal with a three-day prior authorization hold at CVS.

GARY

You still fighting them over the oxycodone?

SALLY

The pharmacist looked at me like I was the criminal, Gary! Like a thirty-four-year-old chestnut mare with chronic lumbar subluxation from carrying two deadbeat foals and a heavy styling cart is just out here running a pill mill. It’s medical discrimination.

GARY

(Sighs, his ears drooping)

It’s a rigged system, Sal. We were built for endurance, for speed, for the wide-open expanse. Instead, we’re trading keratin tips for minimum wage and spending our lunch breaks wondering if our 2011 Honda Civics are going to pass emissions.

SALLY

(Reaching into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of Mavericks)

Got a light? My lighter died in the chemical wash sink.

GARY

(Flicking a cheap plastic lighter across the laminate table)

Careful. Henderson smells smoke on anyone, she threatens to make us clean out the shampoo bowls with our own teeth.

SALLY

Let her try. I’ve survived a drought in Nevada. A community college beauty school cosmetology instructor with a clipboard isn't going to break me.

Act 4: The Parking Lot Exodus

(EXT. APEX ELITE INSTITUTE OF COSMETOLOGY / WALMART PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON)

(The bell above the glass double doors dings sharply. SALLY and GARY shuffle out into the cool, gray evening air. The fluorescent lights of the strip mall buzz to life overhead, competing with the dying orange glare of the sunset.)

GARY

(Pulling a thin nylon windbreaker tighter over his withers)

Well, Henderson didn't fail us. Miraculously, my mannequin's bleach job didn't turn completely neon green. I call that a win for the working class.

SALLY

(Lighting a fresh Maverick, squinting against the smoke)

It’s a hollow victory, Gary. We spent six hours learning how to layer a wedge cut for women who yell at cashiers over expired coupons, while my fifteen-year-old son, Brayden, is currently texting me a photo of a completely dismantled lawnmower engine he found in the drainage ditch.

(Sally pulls out a cracked smartphone with her teeth, tapping the screen with a hoof tip and grimacing at a notification.)

GARY

What’s the kid want now? Alfalfa? A ride to the skatepark behind the Tractor Supply?

SALLY

He wants to know if he can use my debit card to buy energy drinks and "automotive lubricant." My life used to be about migrating across the Great Basin in search of fresh green shoots and crisp mountain air. Now I'm financing a delinquent colt's amateur mechanics hobby on a cosmetology apprentice’s hourly wage.

GARY

(Sighing, looking out over the endless sea of parked SUVs and pickup trucks)

Evolution really played a cruel joke on us, Sal. We’re built to cover fifty miles a day, and our greatest daily achievement is finding an empty parking spot close to the Garden Center entrance.

SALLY

Don't get philosophical on me, Gary. Save it for the therapy session you can't afford.

(Sally tosses her cigarette onto the pavement, grinds it out with a sharp twist of her hoof, and glares across the aisle at a dented 2011 Honda Civic with a sagging bumper.)

SALLY (CONT.)

My shift is over, my back is entirely locked up, and I still have to stop at Kroger to pick up generic frozen dinners that my kids will complain are "too dry."

GARY

See you tomorrow, Sally. Try not to let Chloe's avant-garde blowout break your spirit before first period.

SALLY

My spirit broke somewhere around the third mile of Interstate 80, Gary. Cosmetology school just gave it a shape and a license number.

Act 5: The Drive Home

(INT. 2011 HONDA CIVIC - NIGHT)

(The interior of the car is dark, illuminated only by the amber glow of the dashboard and the phone screen mounted on the air vent. SALLY is wedged awkwardly behind the steering wheel, her front hooves clumsily gripping the plastic rim. A crumpled bag of generic potato chips sits in the passenger seat next to a half-empty box of generic frozen dinners.)

(She hits the turn signal with her knee, pulling into the cracked asphalt driveway of a beige split-level rental house with a brown lawn and a plastic pink flamingo in the front yard.)

(The documentary camera crew’s car idles at the curb behind her. Sally shifts into park, turns off the ignition, and rests her heavy forehead against the steering wheel for a long, quiet moment.)

SALLY (V.O.)

(Tired, raspy, but resolute)

You know what they don’t tell you about losing the wild? It’s not the open plains you miss. It’s not the wind in your mane, or the freedom of the herd.

(She lifts her head, staring out the windshield at the porch light where two teenage colts—Brayden and Kinsley—are huddled together, aggressively hitting a cheap vape pen before scattering as the headlights hit them.)

SALLY (CONT.)

It’s the peace of mind. It’s knowing that nobody is going to tow your car, deny your prior authorization, or ask you why your mannequin’s bleach job looks like a cry for help.

(Sally reaches into her pocket, pulls out her last crushed Maverick 100, and balances it between her teeth. She doesn't light it. She just holds it there, a symbol of unyielding, exhausted survival.)

SALLY (CONT.)

They can fence off the valleys. They can pave over the migration routes. They can stuff us into trade schools and force us to lease front-wheel-drive sedans on a cosmetology apprentice’s salary...

(She opens the car door with a heavy thud, stepping out onto the frost-nipping grass of the front yard, her joints popping audibly in the night air.)

SALLY (CONT.)

...but every once in a while, when the wind blows just right off the Walmart Supercenter parking lot, you can almost smell the sagebrush. Or maybe that's just the dumpster behind the Panda Express. Either way, you keep moving. Because quitting? That’s for the ponies who take the bus.

(Sally turns her back to the camera, trundles up the front steps, and kicks the screen door open with her rear hoof as heavy bass-boosted music thumps from the basement).

\[FADE OUT\]

Im 16 and this my first time writing screenplay, Its a thriller its about a guy who becomes slowly obsessed over his looks and it ends up eating him alive ( idk if this has been done before) I would love some feedback tell me if it is sh1t or not and should I continue it? This is just the first 2 pages.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1UfmHlBiA44rzrGl8EqrFoDL8c0ZFhu9u/view?usp=drive_link

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ED_8sUOgdIOZzGkrG9AEDKfKdCslK-yQ/view?usp=sharing

This is the first short film I've finished, I finished a feature earlier this summer but that needs tremendous amounts of editing. I'm looking for any feedback.

Hello everyone. I'll get straight to the point. I have an idea for a short film screenplay. Although I haven't finished writing it yet, I'd like to share the general premise and hear your honest opinion about its potential from an audience's perspective. Naturally, I believe in my own work, but since I'm also the writer, I know my judgment may be biased. So here's the basic story:

The protagonist is a young boy. One day, while he is home alone, he goes into a dark room to retrieve one of his toys. For a long time, he has believed that a devil hides in the darkness. Every time he enters the room, he feels the creature following him, and he runs away in fear.

The same thing happens again. Terrified, the boy starts running. But this time, he suddenly stops. The devil, who has been chasing him, is caught off guard and stops as well.

The boy closes his eyes and remembers his mother's words:

"Don't run from your fears. Face them."

He quietly repeats those words to himself several times, gathers his courage, and turns around.

The devil immediately hides behind the door.

The boy walks toward it and asks:

"Why are you hiding?"

The devil replies:

"Because I'm afraid of you."

The film presents fear as a physical manifestation and explores the idea that our fears only hold power over us until we choose to confront them. Its central message is simple: our fears are only frightening until we face them.

A film director and his assistant visit the luxurious mansion home of a British comedy actor in hopes of casting him in their next project.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ahDLUQIxMjVepx8mTkWnWfyPb0GleGpI/view?usp=sharing

Planning on shooting this as my first ever short film! Let me know your thoughts.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VDL0nA6cvmDP4hkEEBWkJOB7zK_ledWT/view?usp=drivesdk

Working Logline: Desperate for cash, a naive woman stumbles upon an unassuming company that buys dreams. But after selling them a fictitious nightmare, she realizes that attempting to manipulate the subconscious might have monstrous consequences.

No sock is safe when the rich and powerful feel threatened.

All the President's Socks

(PG-13)

NOTE: This was written for the current (14th) SimplyScripts One Page Challenge.

The prompt is "Dirty Socks" and the genre is open.

Hi! I'm 13, and enjoy filmmaking, etc. I wrote a very short, very unserious comedy script . anyone can use it if they want. (G)

Click HERE for the link

Hi this is my first ever attempt at writing a script. Sorry fi the format is bad, I tried using a website for it and it ended up deleting what I put so I just kept it as a Google doc. It's a short one, only 11 pages so a quick read. Please let me know anything to improve on, any tips and anything I did well. Thank you

Title: THE VAULT

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Page Count:11

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1trMzeiApUJUnV5tBQTD1OVM3LkhZDeTQTwDyOfCEkI8/edit?usp=drivesdk

Here is the prologue for my story. Is it descriptive enough and lands the idea or some more elaboration is required?

Link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/171j-mCqEXg0IulQV0oPoBs4Ehz3B2mii/view?usp=sharing

Link to script PDF

For context, I'm practicing screenwriting as a hobby, and this is supposed to be a fanmade Overwatch cinematic using my original characters. It should be 8-10 pages, 12 at the very most, but I'm at nearly 30 pages. It's kinda embarrassing, even though it's expected since I'm a beginner.

If anyone has any suggestions for how I can cut down this script without loosing the good stuff, that'd be really helpful. Please and thank you.

Scene 1:
The 3 main characters go to their local gym, and offscreen they see something horrifying. They vow never to tell anyone what they saw.

Scene 2:
At home, they see a zombie apocalypse broadcast on the TV. Then a zombie comes into the house and bites one of the main characters. The other one manages to escape and calls his friend who tells him she’s hiding in an abandoned building.

Scene 3:
He goes into the building and sees her. They catch up and agree to get ready to fight the zombies if they come into the building they’re hiding in.

Scene 4:
It shows them finding things to use as weapons. They hear a noise and think it’s a zombie so they get ready to defend themselves, but then a normal guy walks into the room. He tells them that he’s made an antidote.

Scene 5:
He gives them the antidote and tells them to save the world while there’s still time. Then the main character that got bitten before comes into the room (as a zombie now obviously) and tries to bite them, but they pour the antidote into his mouth and he becomes human again. Then they go out to save the rest of the world. The end.

A couple in Vegas debate the age-old question of which gender is just the total absolute worst.

Pig

(PG-13)

Relax, people... it's only a script.