Dystopian Short by R.S. & H.G.

Birdseye view of a clear dome underneath which lies a city. Color correction is black and white.

 

Cut to shot of streets with men and women walking robotically (in unison/structured lines) toward a factory. (Citizens are wearing plain clothing and are expressionless)  

 

VO:

(Deep, brooding) There they go again. Off to waste another day.

 

Cut to closer shot of the line, you see the main character walk into frame, he is wearing a darker grey suit as opposed to the lighter grey of his peers.

 

VO:

You see that kid in the dark grey? Thats me… Richard, but you can call me Dick.

 

Over the shoulder shot of the factory they are marching towards, pans up to see smokestacks.

 

VO:

Another day…

 

Static shot of Dick hanging his coat on a rack and walking towards his control panel.  

VO:

Another dollar.

 

Same shot as Dick sits down at his station and begins work.

 

POV shot of Dick at his station, he is looking out his window to see the lower class workers below toiling in the factory.

 

Close up shot of Dick’s face, as he stares intently at the chaos below him. A scream catches his attention, and he looks over startled.

 

Second shot of the factory, this time slowly zooming in on the lower right quarter of the frame, which shows a severely injured man being taken away and being immediately replaced at his station.

 

VO:

There goes another one. I knew that factory workers had always been replaceable, but this one was different.

 

As the VO is happening, we cut back to a slightly wider medium shot of his face as his flat face slowly turns ridiculously sad and the audience sees his emotion for the first time.

 

Side shot of Dick at his panel, he slowly stands and walks out the door without his jacket.

 

VO:

That was it, I had had it. My job was nothing, I was nothing. I had no purpose.

 

Shot of him walking out the large double doors

Cut to another wide shot of the doors opening from the outside and him exiting center frame.

 

VO:

I had to get out of here. There was nothing else for me. But where would I go?

 

Cut to same original street shot (The one with the lines of people) The streets are now empty, and Dick walks through the middle in the opposite direction.

 

Sad music plays

 

Finally Dick comes up onto the dome wall. Dick is framed on the left and the wall on the right. He reaches his hand out, and touches the wall lightly. He then hits it again twice.

 

Music still playing as Dick beats the wall with anger. Yelling at it in frustration and his eyes swelling up (audio muted)

 

Suddenly, a light catches his eye. He looks to his left. Rack focus to what he is seeing, which is a crack in the wall with light spilling out of it.

 

VO:

…That’s new

 

Shot of Dick’s face, wiping sweat from his face with a questioning look.

 

Dick approaches the crack until he gets close enough to it. The light is almost blinding as he looks at it with wonder.

 

VO:

This could be a way out.A crack in the wall. A break in the system.

 

Shot of the face again. Close up

 

VO:

Should I stay. Should I go?

 

Same shot of the face. Dick makes the visual decision to leave. Cut to wide of Dick (from the back) going into the crack.

 

Color shifts from black and white to color, over the shoulder shot of beautiful nature and scenery.

 

VO:

Im finally free
Fade to black, credits roll, people get famous, ect.

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The Backstory of Honey Nut Cheerios by S.G.

Have you ever wondered what buzzes in the sky?
That sound you hear whenever you pass by.

The honey you buy from inside the store,

that strong, sweet smell when you walk in the door.

How does it get there? How do we know?

How do we find that fresh honey flow?

It comes from the bees floating in the air,

or in their nest, a tad smaller than a bear.

They buzz and they move all over town,

to make up the honey that’s always around.

However this one bee out of millions a ton,

decided his honey making business was done.

So he packed up his suitcase, and fleeded his shack,

and began his career without turning back.

The little bee was scared, he didn’t understand

how to be alone in the world like a little grain of sand.

He went off to find a job, house and a car

to take him to places weather near or far.

He worked and he lived alone until spring,

when he met another bee and bought her a ring.

One day he was working all alone in the store

When a human came in and spotted the bee on the floor.

The bee was in shock didn’t know what to say,

He just stood there like a statue, blocking the way.

Eventually the bee flew up to his eye,

and asked the human why he stopped by.

The human took a breath and started to say,

He needed some milk, to move on with his day.

The bee said follow me and started to fly,

to show the human the milk he could buy.

The human kept thinking, he looked so confused,

but for some reason, the bee was amused.

Eventually the human gained control of his mind,

He sat next to the bee, and started to unwind.

The human said to the bee, I found you at last,

Dreaming about the future, forgetting the past.

The human asked the bee to come work for him,

to be rich and famous, and have an assistant named Tim.

The bee jumped up, excited to see

For once he was more, than a silly old bee.

He packed up his things, got his wife and his car,

And began his new life as the Cheerios star!

You may see him on boxes, on shelves in stores

the first thing you see when you walk in the doors.

Next time you see the Cheerios can,

You’ll know how the bees career began.

Let this be a lesson to you and for all,

Never think you can’t because you are small