JFC they are trying to push the inevitable bubble burst off as long as possible aren't they?

Well there goes #FirstPageFriday.

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First page from my short

#FirstPageFriday #1stpagefriday #scriptsky My newest script, The Trophy Hunters — How many times have you watched something where it was man vs beast and you rooted for the beast to win? Out here, they win more than they lose . . . I hear
#Hollywood loves a great action thriller! Lets find out

Never done a #FirstPageFriday, so enjoy the start of my script 'My Hands Clean', a post-apoc story of a man who has been tasked with transporting the ashes of his dead family back to their home from before the fall. The movie is basically about finding meaning in a world far beyond saving #scriptsky

Since I already shared the true first page of my writing project, here is the first page of Act One (which is split onto two pages 😆) for #FirstPageFriday.

"Look, and Always Remember" #StarTrekLegacy #Writing #StarTrek

Slowly reconstructing the script that got eaten by an OS update

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Lest you think I only do writing for kids, a #FirstPageFriday WIP thriller. A love story of shared dreams, as two people try to survive their living nightmares and find each other. #Scriptsky

Sakura prepares for Blade War tryouts at school.

Despite a successful goal, Sakura gets a cold reception from her potential future teammates. In the coach's office, a plot brews.

#FirstPageFriday for Blade War, my 2025 New Voices in Animation Semi-FInalist script. A sport with explosions, all out combat and that's before we get to the juicy professional cheating? Sign me up.

EXT. WILLIAMS' DRIVEWAY - FRIDAY MID-MORNING MARSHALL WILLIAMS, 5, Black, rolls up to the side door of a MINIVAN in his WHEELCHAIR. His mother, JENNIFER WILLIAMS, 35, follows soon after, shoving items into her tote bag JENNIFER Ok, Marshall, cellphone, housekeys,… MARSHALL Snacks? JENNIFER Yes, Marshall, I have snacks for later. For me, what are you gonna eat? MARSHALL Mom!

TYRELL New gear isn't an adventure? You're too young to be so cynical. MARSHALL No I'm not, I'm 5. That's almost 10! What's cynical? JENNIFER That's when you don't believe every day is full of adventure, especially when you're 5. With that, Tyrell shuts the back door and hops into the passenger side of the car. JENNIFER (cont'd) Off to adventure! MARSHALL Oh brother.

For #FirstPageFriday, the first scene from my new children's show, Might Marshall. Featuring a Black boy with muscular dystrophy discovering the world. #scriptsky

An oldie I may have shared before, but a really good potential movie/miniseries... GIRLS DON'T HIT, about a professional hitwoman tasked with training a new hire.
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To honor its current run of wins/selections/placements- here is page 1 of -Monitor- an auditory horror of the deepest kind. This script is written with sound design in mind. It had to come through on page 1. Sound is a character with its own arc. #scriptsky #firstpagefriday #screenwriting

MEANWHILE… time once again for self flagellation/promotion. #FirstPageFriday time! Or #FunPageFriday! Whatever. Pimp your wares. Strut your stuff. Sound your barbaric yawp. If’n you’ve scribbled a bit you like, feel free to share with the local chimps.

As always: don’t cost nuthin.

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INT TENT - DAY Jess wakes to find Dorian already gone. She rises slowly and exits the tent. A few minutes of searching finds him at the wash barrel, his shirt off and his bare chest drenched and soapy. She walks up behind him, removing her shirt. JESS How is it? Dorian answers without turning. DORIAN The water? Bracing. That's a nice way of saying it. He finishes soaping up and takes a pan full of water from the barrel and dumps it over his head, rinsing the soap off. That's when Jess notices his back is covered in scars. She reaches out to follow one with her finger. He stiffens. JESS Sorry. I should've asked first. DORIAN No, you're fine. I just wasn't expecting -- He turns and finally sees that she's shirtless. He turns back quickly, blushing. DORIAN I definitely wasn't expecting that. Jess chuckles as she steps up to the barrel, takes the pan, and douses herself with water. She squeals in shock. JESS Goddess! You said it was 'bracing', not 'a degree north of frozen'! Dorian laughs, but keeps his eyes averted. DORIAN I said that was the nice way of saying it. Jess begins soaping up just in an effort to keep warm. JESS I suppose that's what I get for sneaking bare breasts on you. But your reaction was adorable. Have you never seen women's breasts before?

DORIAN Yes, of course. Yet despite my aversion to being called 'Lord', I do like to stick to some societal norms, like 'modesty' and 'discretion'. JESS I've found them to be a hindrance in certain situations, though. A war camp, for instance. If I had to cover up every time a man was around in a camp like this, I'd have been encrusted with dirt and grime for months on end. Apologies for your modesty, Dorian, but I much prefer to be clean. Dorian makes a 'good point' face and finally turns. DORIAN That's fair. Also, I suppose a woman's chest anatomy isn't that different from a man's. You simply have milk glands in addition to the muscle, which is all underneath skin, anyway, and there's no rule against a man baring his chest to the world. JESS Exactly. She fills the pan with water again and braces for impact. A second later, the soap is gone, and she sputters under the cold water. JESS Oh I really prefer waking up to hot coffee than this. She towels off quickly, trying to rub some heat back into her skin. She looks at the scars criss-crossing Dorian's chest as she does. JESS I feel like I owe you an apology. DORIAN For? JESS For the comment I made last night about you not knowing what it's like to struggle, or hurt. I can see that I assumed too much.

Dorian nods as he puts on the new shirt from Sylas. DORIAN That's part of why I hate when people use my title. It comes with certain assumptions about me. Assumptions that may be true about some nobles, but ring hollow for me. JESS May I ask how...? She points to his scarred chest. Dorian nods. DORIAN Well, I won't catalogue each one for you, because we'd be here all day, but suffice it to say you're not the only one who's fought with the Resistance. Jess nods. JESS Well, I am sorry, for what it's worth. I assumed things about you that clearly aren't true. And I won't use your title again, Lord Black. She grins mischievously as she dons her new shirt. JESS Well, maybe once, Lord Black. Or twice, Lord Black. I promise that was the last time. (beat) Lord Black. Dorian laughs. DORIAN I just wish you to know that in our day and a half of traveling together, I've grown...rather annoyed by you. JESS (smiles) And I shall continue to annoy you. Dorian grins. DORIAN I look forward to it.

Good morning, #ScriptSky!

As is @aggiebrett.bsky.social 's tradition, here is my entry for #FirstPageFriday, a little romantic scene between main characters human Lord Dorian Black and elven adventurer Jessica Chance in my current fantasy WIP, THE ROSTER OF THE DRAGON KNIGHTS. Alt text available

Bit of a dry spell writing this month, #Scriptsky

But now I'm back at it. Got 5 pages done this morning, including a fight scene, and introducing a hellish weapon. Next #FirstPageFriday, I'll post some pages from this, THE ROSTER OF THE DRAGON KNIGHTS.

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A man with a bloodied face and phone to his ear. DON'T BLINK overlay in white. OVER BLACK RAGGED BREATHING. Not around us. Inside us. Rattling our skull. IN OUSE DAY Bloodied, mangled BODIES and decapitated heads with eyes squeezed shut litter a splintered plank floor. SUPER: 1892 Half-hidden beneath the dead -- A OUIJA BOARD. BLINK and you miss it. gainst the wall, a FRAIL MAN drenched in blood. His uivering chin rests on the barrel of a shotgun His bloodshot eyes, drowning in terror, flicker with each stuttering breath. They get smaller...smaller. EXT. ONE-ROOM HOUSE - DAY BANG! The shotgun blast echoes across the barren landscape. The sun sets. Rises. Sets again -- in fast succession, as blood oozes from the walls within. INT. ONE-ROOM HOUSE - DAY The CLANK of spurred boots as they scuff through the crimson wasteland, until one step snags -- a spur lodged deep in a bodiless arm. • good shake of the boot and the bloody limb flumps off, anding on blood splatter that forms a symbol. the boots belong to SHERIFF BILL (50), cowboy hat, chaps, and i stoic, weathered face with a smoldering cigar clenched between his teeth. Rookie Deputy BUDDY (25), scrawny and scared of his own heroe Ball are side body de. navigates the body parts like landmines until he and

Can’t wait to see this on screen🥲

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Here’s the first page of the spec I had a yes for.

A little #firstpagefriday for my most recent feature screenplay, a thriller titled RAZE.

Currently out to a few interested parties, a lean 85 pages in length.

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First page and a half of Critter Steez an animated kids pilot.

Rekindled an old relationship with a talented artist I knew in college and will finally get the chance to create some concept art for Critter Steez- an animated kid’s series about a young garden snake who’ll overcome all odds to become an Olympic skater
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Revisiting my first feature this weekend and honestly, it’s been a mix of fun and a dash of emotions going back. I can’t share the opening pages (content warnings 😅), but here’s the first page I can.

It’s an eventful first three 🤷🏻‍♀️

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CHYRON - NEW YORK CITY, SUMMER 1939 INT./EXT. HUDSON NATIONAL BANK AND TRUST - DAY White Italian marble counters reflect the morning sun. Customers line up at wickets underneath a cavernous ceiling. A fat SECURITY GUARD dozes on a wooden stool by the door. Dressed in battleship gray overcoats and exuding misplaced overconfidence, SONNY CARTER (31, tough, fit), MORRIE COOPER (30, chubby, genial), African American AL MURPHY (32, tall, smart) and BERNIE MILLER (30, short, hyper), burst through the main doors. Sonny strides toward the center floor mosaic. SONNY Hands up and nobody gets hurt. AL Show them we're not screwing around. Fire a shot into the ceiling. Sonny grins. He raises his gun to the ceiling and pulls the trigger. A disappointing click. Sonny scowls at Morrie. MORRIE You said you didn't want anybody to get hurt so I didn't load 'em. BERNIE Want mine? SONNY You're supposed to be waitin' in the car! MORRIE Doesn't matter. His is empty too. A SLIM BANK EMPLOYEE (30s) nudges Al. SLIM BANK EMPLOYEE You guys aren't exactly Murder Incorporated, are ya? Al fires his gun into the ceiling, scaring the crap out of the customers. AL I always load my own gun.

Color stipes background; Can't Buy Me Love; On February 9, 1964, over 70 million people get ready to tune in to watch the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. Ex-con Sonny Carter wonders - who's watching the banks? ; Based on the novel by Dan McNeil; Screenplay by Dan McNeil & Jasmine Aziz; guitar leans against a suitcase full of money

First Page Friday -

CAN’T BUY ME LOVE

While all of New York is distracted by the Beatles’ Ed Sullivan debut, a revenge fueled ex-con attempts to pull off the ultimate bank heist

Spec Script Available

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Mostly an excuse to show off my new and improved show logo #scriptsky #firstpagefriday #funpagefriday

A cold open for a TV show where the characters are playing beer pong with juice which is a fairly nerdy thing to do at college.

For #firstpagefriday — a script I’ve abandoned! The cold open is as far as I got. 🫣

It was meant to be a Freaks and Geeks meets I don’t know what yet. Roughly based on me and my more literary inclined college friends at a liberal arts school. #scriptsky

Today I'm doing something different for #FirstPageFriday

I'm posting my soundtrack for MOONLIGHT.

Enjoy.

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Here we are yet again, perched on the brink of another weekend, so let’s celebrate (or protest—your call) continued existence by making muddy handprints on the wall.

If ya have a first page or a final page or a fun page you feel like sharing, here’s your sign to do so.
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CHYRON - TORONTO, MAY 1924 EXT. WOODBINE RACETRACK - TORONTO - DAY Under an unusually hot May sun, trainers work out the horses on a heavy track. SPECTATORS mill about on the grounds and in the grandstand. JACK GILMOUR (24, tall), in a stylish cotton jacket, deftly rolls a silver dollar across his knuckles. His brother RUSS (26, strong), in a casual shirt and suspenders, slurps ice cream from a cup. EUGENE MARTINI (40s, chubby) waddles over. He fans himself with his racing form. EUGENE My nuts are meltin' into my Oxfords. Eugene side-eyes Russ. EUGENE Heard you guys were at Fusty's. (beat) How much ya lose? Russ gives him a low, muted whistle. Eugene wipes his forehead and flings the sweat away. EUGENE Christ, everybody knows that little lunatic runs a fixed game. (beat) Except for you two, apparently. Who ya got? Jack holds up five fingers. Eugene scans his racing form. EUGENE "Hay Fever. Forty to one." The long shot? He finished out of the money in his last five races, Jack. (beat) I changed my mind. Fusty Fraser isn't the lunatic. You are. Jack smirks. The "First Call" trumpet BLARES. He kisses the silver dollar for luck. At the bell, the gates fly open. Powerful thoroughbreds tear up the heavy track. Hay Fever immediately slips to the back of the pack. EUGENE Maybe he needs a push.

Horse against black background; "Sometimes the long shot really isn't the long shot; THE LONG SHOT; Screenplay based on a true story (sort of...); Screenplay by Dan McNeil & Jasmine Aziz; Spec Script Available

First Page Friday!

THE LONG SHOT

Two brothers, on the run from a Canadian mobster, take the reins in New York gangster Frankie Yale’s audacious plan to fix the 1924 King's Plate.

Based on a true story... sort of...

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Missed #firstpagefriday, eye scan etc so later as ever! But also today's #WIPSnips
Vomit draft 1st page of a #ghoststory #play inspired by true story of the murder of Fanny Adams in the 1860s in the UK, which became the origin story of the phrase Sweet FA.
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I shot this scene for a proof of concept short film.

A chronically and mentally unwell disabled woman is thrown into a murder mystery when her husband’s mistress is found dead.

The Woman Who Knows is a psychological thriller about trauma, loss, and perseverance.

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My #FirstPageFriday is from my feature spec on the band TALKING HEADS, which just TODAY made the semi-finals in a contest!🎉

This scene opens the film. Page 3 intro's the titles, which show us the birth of the Heads unto NYC, under the song AND SHE WAS.

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"They didn't land...they arrived."

LOGLINE: After surviving the Grand Canyon, Thelma and Louise must outrun an FBI manhunt into a Mexico more lethal than the law they left behind.

My #FirstPageFriday for a sequel that nobody asked for. 😂

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For #FirstPageFriday, I’m re-hurling thevstart to #Ratbastards, a forever-stalled thing I cannot ever abandon. I need to find a way through it.

Soon, darlin’. Soon.