Inspiration: Memory

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Today I word vomited hard. But it wasn't here. It was a script that I had no idea how it was going to turn out and is now halfway done being a rough draft. I don't come here to say this and recieve praise. I say this because I forgot to come here and word vomit, so I'm going to share a snippet of what I vomited in my script softwear for four hours straight. Enjoy.

Ext. Mage's Front Yard-Day

It's early as hell as two bunnies pop their heads out from their burrow and lead their family out into a field of grass. You can see them through a camera lens at an aerial view.

Mage (O.S.)

Alright, move closer.

The bunnies move closer and one bunny runs off in the opposite direction.

Mage (O.S.)

No, come back here right now. This is a family photo.

All the bunnies are in the shot.

Mage (O.S.)

Okay. Steady.

The crash of the garbage truck knocks Mage, a thirteen-year-old girl with crazy orange hair and a camera, out of a tree. We see that we're not in a grassy field, but the front yard of a typical suburban house. The garbage truck pulls over next to Mage and rolls down the window. Henry, a pimply, hippie-like seventeen-year-old, looks at her.

Henry

Mage? I didn't know you lived in a tree.

Mage

Henry. I have waited for weeks to take that photo. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the Bundersons together in one place? They hate each other.

Henry

You waited to take a picture on garbage day? Sounds like you made that mistake all on your own.

Mage

What are you talking about?

Henry

Garbage day never changes, Mage. It's such an important day that's so sadly underrated. People just don't care about the trash like they used to. Doesn't that just rip you apart inside?

Mage

I'm going back inside now.

Henry

(driving away)

Garbage day never changes, Mage. Remember that.

Henry's voice fades away as he drives down the street. Mage steps onto her front porch and winces at the loud clang of the garbage truck in the distance.

Henry (o.s.)

Garbage day!

Mage groans as her neighbor's window opens. Kenny, a black and half-asleep thirteen-year-old boy, sticks his head out.

Kenny

Mage? What the hell are you doing?

Mage

Trying to capture the photo of the century.

Kenny

It's 5 in the morning. The birds are still sleeping.

Mage

Kenny. I am trying to get into the most elite squad of learning institutions. The yearbook committee.

Kenny

There are plenty of things to take pictures of when people are awake and have had their coffee.

Mage

You don't drink coffee.

Kenny

Being your neighbor has given me an interest these days.

Mage

(facing the street)

Well, the yearbook committee never sleeps and neither will I. Look out world. Mage Ableine is coming for you.

Abuela (O.S.)

Magetha Cristine Abeline if you don't get back in this house right now.

Mage

(turning back into the house)

In a couple of hours

Hopefully this is a beautiful start to an amazing script I can submit to the competition I'm eyeing. Create word vomit. Don't forget like me 🤣