Snow white/white snoW

This is a project that started in about January and I've been slowly working on since then.  It still needs a bit of polishing.  I'll be posting it over the next three days and a PDF on the Wednesday.  It is under a Creative Commons Non-Commercial No-Derivatives 3.0 License so feel free to share it, shoot it, send it to Swedish pirates living on oil rigs, just don't change it or sell it.

Snow white/white snoW

Written by Will Sowards

[We open on a snowfield surrounded by trees, a view from the ground looking upward towards the darkened sky.  Moonlight illuminates the field.]

Anton [Narration, an American accent]:  You never appreciate life till you lose it, till it is taken away from you.  Five years ago I died and now I’m here.  It isn’t life, it isn’t death.  It just is.

[Enter Anton stage right he is wearing street clothes nothing special.  Jeans and a t-shirt, running shoes.  He walks a few feet forward and bends over. Cam switches to a first person of picking up a stick and examining it.]

Anton:  A new stick, a new life.  Perhaps a new friend, I never know what may come.  All I know is that a new stick means a change.

[The camera shifts back to position 1]

Sara [Narration]:  I always wondered what it would be like.  How it would feel when I went…

Sara:  Hello?

[She enters stage left in a bright colored dress, barefoot.  She is tall, but shorter than Anton, blonde hair.]

[Camera shifts back to Anton’s first person view looking at Sara as she walks toward him.  She stops a few feet away, a comfortable distance.  Move back to pos. 1]

Sara:  Where am I?  What…

Anton:  Welcome to the Grey.  Here we sit between life and death, between existence and the great beyond…Yes, that definitely needs some more work…

Sara:  You mean I’m…

Anton:  Dead, yes.

[Jump cut to a dark alley, silhouette of a body in the middle of the alley.]

Sara:  But…

Anton:  I’ll give you a moment.

[Anton walks off screen leaving Sara alone.  Fade to black.]

[Return to CP1.  Anton enters stage right, Sara is sitting on a log near the middle of the field.]

Anton:  That can’t mean anything good.

Sara (looking up at him):  What?

Anton:  The log.  Where did it come from?

Sara:  It was over there [points to an area of the woods].  I…willed…it over here.

Anton:  Figuring out our little world?

Sara:  Our?

Anton:  Sorry, so rude of me.  I’m Anton.

Sara:  Sara. [puts out her hand to shake and Anton subtly declines]  Why are you here Anton?

Anton:  Like you, I’m dead.  Just a little less dead, it’s complicated.

Sara:  Okay…Why am I here?

Anton (sips from a cup of tea not previously in his hand):  You have one purpose here, to accept your death.  Not realize that you are dead, but to accept it.

Sara:  And how do I do that?

Anton (walking away, slowly sipping his tea):  With time Ms. Lawson, with time.

[Fade to black.]

[We open on a dark alley, Anton stage right and Sara left.]

Sara:  This is new.

Anton:  For some of us anyway.  Do you recognize this place?

Sara:  No.

Anton:  And now?

[The view shifts, Anton and Sara keep their same positions in the frame but the background changes to the front of a building.]

Sara:  Just off 73^rd, I walked by here every day.

Anton:  But did you ever really pay attention?

Sara:  Pay attention to what?

Anton:  The people.  All of the people that walked by.  Did you ever stop to think that maybe you left some kind of impression on those who saw you?

[One individual walking by stares down the alley (toward Anton and Sara) he grimaces and moves on, it is barely noticeable yet there.  Fade to black.]


snow white/white snow by William Sowards is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.