Let's bullshyt a screenplay. I'll start it off. Everybody add on(Writing Exercise)

[BelowTheMasonDixon]

I'm gonna just randomly make up some BS. And we are going to see how far this can go. This is just for fun.
I have no idea of the genre in my mind. I'm just going to write the first thing I think of. And you do the same. If all goes well we end up with some monstrosity of a script. ONE thing is to try to keep the previous posters character and keep him in line with what the previous person wrote. Like If I write a character like Bruce Willis in Die Hard don't try to write Dialogue like he's Smokey in Friday. Keep it in character for that particular character. If you introduce you own character than by all means keep his voice. Also if you see something being done wrong feel free to chime in.




FADE IN:

EXT. INDIANAPOLIS SUBURBS - EARLY MORNING

A middle aged man plants a for sale sign into the tall grass of a recently vacant modern residence. A HOMEOWNER from across the street watches while sipping his morning cup of Joe. Interested as to what led to the house being up for sale, he questions the middle aged man, who stares at the placement of the sign.


HOMEOWNER: "So, What happened?"
MIDDLE AGED MAN: "I don't follow"
HOMEOWNER: "The Occupants? Money Problems? This recession has been hell, a good chunk of the neighborhood is moving away"
MIDDLE AGED MAN: "No, No, Not that. Apparently the Nixon's suffered delusions of an otherworldly problem"
HOMEOWNERLaughing) "Are you serious? You mean like ghost?"

 

[MenacingMonk]

Old Man: No, but a strange entity lurks the neighborhood. The locals have named him @YaThreadFloppedB!










Had to do it.

 

[NotAnFBIagent]

Old Man: No, but a strange entity lurks the neighborhood. The locals have named him @YaThreadFloppedB!










Had to do it.

This is why we can't have nice things

 

[MenacingMonk]

This is why we can't have nice things

Thread was almost on page 2.

Instead of adding to the story you post this.

 

[Hopeofmypeople]

MIDDLE AGED MAN: (Stares of into the distance) “No not ghosts, get this (he laughs) something to do with psychics and a cult. The youngest Nixon child Daryl could apparently move things with his mind”.

The middle aged man shakes his head seemingly snapping himself back to reality and the moment.

MIDDLE AGED MAN: “Hi I am Bob Truman.”

Bob stretches out a hand to the Homeowner from acrosss the street. The homeowner reaches out to accept Bob hand.

Homeowner: “Steve Patkensky, nice to meet you.”

Steve has a confused but intrigued look on his face.

Steve Patkensky: “Wait so psychic? And did you say a cult”?

 

[Mr Rager]

MIDDLE AGED MAN: (Stares of into the distance) “No not ghosts, get this (he laughs) something to do with psychics and a cult. The youngest Nixon child Daryl could apparently move things with his mind”.

The middle aged man shakes his head seemingly snapping himself back to reality and the moment.

MIDDLE AGED MAN: “Hi I am Bob Truman.”

Bob stretches out a hand to the Homeowner from acrosss the street. The homeowner reaches out to accept Bob hand.

Homeowner: “Steve Patkensky, nice to meet you.”

Steve has a confused but intrigued look on his face.

Steve Patkensky: “Wait so psychic? And did you say a cult”?

BOB: Didn't really believe it myself (chuckles)...that is, until I got the call...

 

[CBSwagga]

Steve: what kind of c...
*phone starts to ring from inside the house cutting Steve off*
Bob:*chuckles* Yea something like the one you're getting now.
*camera pans towards house*

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

Flashback:

Young beautiful woman in her 20s taking a shower. Rubbing soap all over her perfect body. Shower steaming. She finishes and steps out naked and walks to the sink. She wipes the steam away from the mirror when a dark figure appears lurking behind her. She quickly turns around but nothing is there. She looks back towards the mirror and looks closer...her eyes turn black.

 

[SCJoe]

INT. MEAGAN'S HOUSE- MIDDAY

In a slightly unkempt room Megan awakens from her bad dream with an alarm blaring in the background. Her room is decorated with a mixture of college memorabilia and sports equipment

MEAGAN
Oh shyt!

She gets up and begins to get dressed while the sound of a television can be heard from the kitchen. She packs a too small bag full of bats balls and catcher equipment.

MEAGAN
(Shouting). Mom, I need a ride!

She runs into her kitchen to see her mother staring through the window at a commotion.

MEAGAN
Mom?

Meagan notices the police car and ambulance in front of their neighbors house.

MEAGAN'S MOM
Sorry, oh my god! The news is saying Steve came home last night and murdered his entire family!

MEAGAN
What? Boring, Loser Steve?

 

[BlackDiBiase]

im doing another one, just coming up with the skeleton.

the protagonist is neyo

its a musical

 

[BlackDiBiase]

INT. MEAGAN'S HOUSE- MIDDAY

In a slightly unkempt room Megan awakens from her bad dream with an alarm blaring in the background. Her room is decorated with a mixture of college memorabilia and sports equipment

MEAGAN
Oh shyt!

She gets up and begins to get dressed while the sound of a television can be heard from the kitchen. She packs a too small bag full of bats balls and catcher equipment.

MEAGAN
(Shouting). Mom, I need a ride!

She runs into her kitchen to see her mother staring through the window at a commotion.

MEAGAN
Mom?

Meagan notices the police car and ambulance in front of their neighbors house.

MEAGAN'S MOM
Sorry, oh my god! The news is saying Steve came home last night and murdered his entire family!

MEAGAN
What? Boring, Loser Steve?

meagon mom : steve lived off his inheritance megan, we told you.

meagon : so why was he working as the janitor at elms high

meagons mom :

meagon : where is kenneth !?

 

[CodeBlaMeVi]

meagon mom : steve lived off his inheritance megan, we told you.

meagon : so why was he working as the janitor at elms high

meagons mom :

meagon : where is kenneth !?

Megans mom: Kenneth is dead to us.

megan: what do you mean he is dead to us?

megans mom: fukk it. He’s dead dead.

Megan is crying hysterically as her mother looks disinterested.

Megan

megans mom:

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

The other side of town. Detective Mike Mosley, 48, is investigating a crime scene in a filthy alley. A dead body can be seen missing it's head. Detective Mosley crouches down to examine the body noticing the head was surgically removed.

Officer 1: Detective!

Mosley: Yeah!

Officer 1: Something over here you should see.

Mosley: On my way.

Detective Mosley makes his way down the narrow alley. Dark music starts to build as he approaches the officer who called for him. He is standing by a doorway that's ajar.

Officer 1: Something is in there.

Detective: Well are you gonna look?

Officer 1: I don't think I want to see it.

Detective Mosley: Ok Kid. Let's see what the hype is all about.

Detective Mosley puts his hand on the door and softly pushes it open...

 

[BlackDiBiase]

The other side of town. Detective Mike Mosley, 48, is investigating a crime scene in a filthy alley. A dead body can be seen missing it's head. Detective Mosley crouches down to examine the body noticing the head was surgically removed.

Officer 1: Detective!

Mosley: Yeah!

Officer 1: Something over here you should see.

Mosley: On my way.

Detective Mosley makes his way down the narrow alley. Dark music starts to build as he approaches the officer who called for him. He is standing by a doorway that's ajar.

Officer 1: Something is in there.

Detective: Well are you gonna look?

Officer 1: I don't think I want to see it.

Detective Mosley: Ok Kid. Let's see what the hype is all about.

Detective Mosley puts his hand on the door and softly pushes it open...

DM : call for back up call for back up !!!

Officer1 : what is it chief ?

DM : its a Santeria burial ground in there, and dont call me chief. i am detective i think ive earned that right.

Officer1 :

DM : and call T-Bone from the precinct, were going to need an interpreter for this hoodooo shiiiiit.

Officer1 : on my way detective.

DM : it doesnt look like it. jog the fukk on, Sargent. we can find the link to the elms high massacre here, poor meagan.

Officer1 :

 

[Fletch]

DM : call for back up call for back up !!!

Officer1 : what is it chief ?

DM : its a Santeria burial ground in there, and dont call me chief. i am detective i think ive earned that right.

Officer1 :

DM : and call T-Bone from the precinct, were going to need an interpreter for this hoodooo shiiiiit.

Officer1 : on my way detective.

DM : it doesnt look like it. jog the fukk on, Sargent. we can find the link to the elms high massacre here, poor meagan.

Officer1 :

Homeless man strolls by with his shopping cart of cans and clothes

Homeless man: You can call me short stick Rick on account that right after my wife kicked me out she told everyone that she cut my dikk in half. I just ran with it..not like anyone is trying to fukk the homeless guy. Anyway I can tell you what happened here for a fifty and a bottle of jack or even his friend jim will do haha

the officers look at Short Stick Rick with a look that can only be described as bewildered and disgusted, but they need answers