No, I didn’t make to the finals in Rouge Wave’s short scene competition this time either.
Please, feel free to visit and vote for the entry you like best.
I don’t think I am a sour loser. The finalists aren’t bad.
But it is not my style of writing.
Now, it is her contest and I don’t object to that. I am happy that she takes her time to do these contests. But she is the only judge and she (with all right) has a clear opinion of what she is looking for.
And that does not match the result of my writings.
I don’t see how I ever will please this sweet lady. Unless I write in another way.
All my – so far – four contributions have been more or less surreal. The finalists are not. If I feel that I either have to change the way I write or give up hope of winning, should I still enter the contest?
Now I sound like a sour loser.
It doesn't cost me more than a little of my time. It is an interesting exercise. What am I complaining about?
The keywords this time was Leprechaun, Emerald and Parade.
My entry is inspired by the Greek legend about King Midas of Phrygia who Dionysus gave a golden touch.
Here is my entry to the contest:
“The Emerald Touch”
INT. MAYOR’S HOME - DAY
A prominent KNOCK on the door. The MAYOR opens. Outside stands a VERY LITTLE MAN in green tunic and hoses.
The little man passes between the stunned mayor’s legs and enters the home. Confident he takes a seat on the sofa.
MAYOR
What do you think you are? A leprechaun?
LITTLE MAN
I prefer verno, if you don’t mind. We’ve decided to step out. We want to arrange a parade.
MAYOR
You and who?
LITTLE MAN
The other two million vernos in this city.
The mayor goes pale.
MAYOR
My god! Two mil... No. No parade.
The little man touches the coffee table. It turns into sparkling, green emerald. The mayor’s eyes go greedy.
LITTLE MAN
This touch is now yours.
The mayor puts his finger on a vase. It becomes emerald.
MAYOR
Yes, yes, YES! YES!
LITTLE MAN
The parade?
MAYOR
Go fuck yourself. Fuck everybody!
The mayor’s DAUGHTER comes running and jumps into her father’s arms. She turns into emerald. The mayor SCREAMS.
MAYOR
You’ll have your parade. Have it! Now bring my daughter back!
The little man sneers, rises and heads for the door.
LITTLE MAN
It’s just green glass, by the way.
Feedback is wecome, as always.
You can read my other short scenes here:
Short Scene III
Short Scene II
Short Scene I
3 comments:
Very nice. Made me laugh.
Thanks.
I realize that the entry could make it sound like I was upset because I didn't make it to the finals.
It is not so. The entry reflects my thoughts when I got the result, but when I wrote the actual blog entry I was quite content.
I don't really care about contests of any kind. I think entering contests is a good way to set deadlines but I feel if I do the best I can then I'm a winner in my heart.
I've won a few contest in my life but never on a national or world wide level. I've been thinking about entering contests just to set deadlines for myself.
Your blog has inspired me to start writing scripts again.
The first comment about this post was about the script. I thought is was a good bit of fun.
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