Note to pro wrestling fans nostalgic for mid to late 70's clips. An amazing amount is being posted daily at youtube by both individuals and the WWE. Just type in WWWF in the search box there. Warning: it may keep you at your PC for hours.
The weatherman says two to three inches. If the forecast is correct, the end is in sight, as it's supposed to be in the 40's from Tuesday onward. Let it be so. I would like to go back to work.
Here's an excerpt from my horror screenplay, All Hallows. In it, five nuts escape an asylum and wreak havoc in a small town. It is available at Amazon for $1, and can be read in two sittings. This particular snippet is about a two-minute read:
Rick: What about the firebug, Sheriff?
Sheriff: That's my job now, men. He may be armed, and I don't hafta tell you he's dangerous.
Rick: I wanna help.
The others all volunteer. The Sheriff looks at their charred faces and clothing.
Sheriff: Lord strike me down if I ever say anything bad about the younger generation again. Nelson, that you underneath that get-up?
Rick: Yes, sir.
Sheriff: I owe you an apology. Watchin' you from the stands, I didn't think you had what it takes to be a leader. I was wrong. Maybe I should stop judgin' young men by the way they play football.
Rick simply stares, stunned, uncomfortable.
Sheriff: Anybody here know how to use a shotgun?
A young man dressed as a cowboy raises his hand.
Cowboy: I do, sir.
The Sheriff tosses him the gun.
Sheriff: I hope you shoot it better'n you do free throws.
The others laugh. The Cowboy pumps the shotgun smartly.
Sheriff:
That's what I like to see. You stay with the lady. If that bugger circles back, shoot 'im.
He steps into the wrecked police car, rubbing at his chest, and picks up the radio microphone. To his surprise, it's working.
Sheriff: Beautiful?
Doris: How's Angel?
Sheriff: Fine, we're all fine. Send the FBI ....
Doris: Where are they?
Sheriff: You...? Never mind. You think Harry can lend us a hand?
Doris: I'll get him atta bed.
Sheriff: Thanks, Beautiful. Have him bring the van out to the old offshoot. Tell him not to stop for anybody but me, you hear?
Doris: Gotcha.
Sheriff: And if any ambulances are free, send 'em out here too.
He steps out of the car.
Sheriff:
Okay, boys, fan out. Keep a lotta space between you. We don't wanna give him any easy targets.
As they enter the woods, a shot is fired behind them. They run back toward the road.
They see Cowboy raise the shotgun, fire. Rick reaches him first.
Rick: D'you get him?
Cowboy: I dunno. I don't think so.
Ahead, as Castle veers into the woods and reaches a wide tree, a branch is swung into his face, leveling him. Jason, recovered, steps over him.
Jason: We're even.
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