What Screenwriters Should Know About Packaging Their Scripts - Steve Douglas-Craig

Prolouge
1982
The rain had stopped hours ago,but the man didn't notice. He was lost in his own thoughts. He felt abandoned and unlove,probably because he was. A twenty tahun old man living in his car all alone,just because of his stupid mistakes.
When the man was younger he was kicked out of school because he sent the science lab on fire, he was only fifteen.
Then his parents kicked him out because he threatened them with his shotgun,he was seventeen at the time.
All though his parents were good to him he hated them.
They tried to help him find a halaman awal but the man wanted nothing to do with them....

Howl found a huge pohon for the both of us. My jantung started racing from fear. Howl could tell I was scared, so he hugged me and said,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared. I'm here." I smiled at him and felt less nervous, but Howl looked like he was zoning out.

He remembered those words as if it happened just last night. A young child, almost at the age of two, in his mother's arms. She held onto him, whispering,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared." From what the mother didn't know is that as soon as her baby was dreaming in his sleep, her and her husband wouldn't be in the morning...

"Put your hands up!" the cop shouted. My breaths came out short and quick. Trembling, I put my hands up. "The neighbors reported a break in. Do anda live here?"

"No," I breathed, unthinkingly. Why didn't I just say yes? Dammit! I at least have the right to remain silent! My jantung was thudding in my ears; I couldn't think straight.

"Stand up," the cop said, still holding the gun in one hand. He walked over to me, and pulled me up. He patted me down, pulling out the money. It was a fairly large amount, so it was obvious I'd stolen it. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. I heard the click...

Rapunzel

She lived in a rickety old house on the puncak, atas of a bukit, hill just outside town. Who is she anda ask? She is someone anda don’t want to meet; she is a wicked old witch... no one knows her name. She lived alone with her orphan servant, Rapunzel. The witch was old and horrible she had two hideous warts, one above her lip and on the left side of her chin. Rapunzel was a gorgeous girl in her early twenty’s. She had long silky, honey blond hair, green eyes and porselen skin. She was oleh far the most beautiful young lady I have ever met.
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I had just...

First came the intense sadness, then came the anger. I wanted to scream at my parents, and my siblings. How hard is it to understand I just want to be myself? Is that so much to ask? I curled up in a ball on my bed, and cried. I covered my eyes with my fists, and screamed through my clenched teeth. That old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," ran through my head. What a stupid saying. I'd gladly take being impaled with sticks and stones, than have heard what my parents just berkata to me.

I cried myself to sleep, and slept the rest of the day. I was woken...

After living with the Stuek's for a couple weeks, they decided it was time for me to go to school. This gave me a whole new level of anxiety. From what I heard from the older kids at the orphanage, school is bad enough. But going to a new school, as a freshman would be hell.

"You'll have so much fun! anda can meet new people, and if anda want, anda can have your new friends over..." Mrs. Stueck berkata cheerfully. She'd just gotten halaman awal from the store. She'd gotten me a bunch of new "school clothes." Thankfully, she refrained from buying anything pink.

"Thanks," I whispered. She stopped and gaped at...

They berkata I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...

"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a tahun ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...

Title inspiration: Bang Bang oleh Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, atau not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear anda have to use google for this.
If anda request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...

I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings atau anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? atau was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he berkata stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do anda want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...

"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine berkata grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them berkata anything. "Andrew and his friends are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would anda stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...

"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I berkata sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half jam away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....

I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My jantung was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even lebih frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...

Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.


“How did anda get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the jalan, street to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...

A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner atau later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...

When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last bulan if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...

His hair was a medium brown. He was so tiny too. Even now, I could see my features in him... and Ty's. I stood there motionless, looking at the little thing in the suitcase crying and throwing his arms and legs in every direction.. Lucy had berkata once anda saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in cinta with it. It must not work on all people. I felt nothing for this thing.

I picked it up, re-wrapping the sweater around him. His body was warm; I could nearly feel it through the sweater. I closed the car door and locked it, and went for a walk. The baby continued to cry in my arms, and that...

It wasn't until about three weeks later that I had a feeling something was wrong. I kept having cramps, and I was late. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, and that it would come soon, and that's what all the cramps were from. Also I had been having a lot lebih mood swings; lebih than usual around this time of the month. I kept lashing out at Shiloh atau Sicily. Sicily didn't think much of it, but Shiloh would seem a little hurt.

"Seriously, Kodi. Are anda ok?" He's ask. I ran my hand through my hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I grumbled. "Listen, I gotta go." I hopped into my car after school was...

    I stepped outside the asylum doors onto the sidewalk. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman stood looking at me. She stood about 5’7”, and was my age. She walked over to me, and took my hands.
    “I’ve already talked to Dr. Laveney. Your selanjutnya appointment has been set-up, and anda have three refills on your meds,” Grey said. She had always been on puncak, atas of things, literally. “Come on,” she pulled on my hand, toward the lot.
    I’d gotten used to her yanking me, and jerking me in every direction. Now, I let her, there was...