Monday, January 26, 2004

If We Make It Through December

The first real blast of winter weather hit Indiana this weekend, so we have been burrowing in. Watched a few movies, read a great graphic novel (SHUTTERBUG FOLLIES by Jason Little), puttered on some writing. Need to start girding my loins and working harder.

Here's more from PETER ROTTENTAIL:

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EXT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE -- DAY
The past. From the young boy's POV, the mocking LAUGHTER of Tejeda's unearthly presence drives Peter to his knees.
Peter rolls on the driveway, trying to keep the hellish sounds out of his skull.
Peter tries to crawl away.
PETER
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Peter tries to cover his ears again.
The little boy watches the man's agony, terrified.
Suddenly, he sees a tall, gleaming top hat sitting on the driveway in front of Peter.
Peter grabs the top hat and pulls it down over his head.
PETER (CONT'D)
MAKE IT STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Peter rolls on the ground, flailing.
Peter looks down and finds a knife in his hand. He stares at it.
PETER (CONT'D)
Where did...
The little boy watches him in terror.
Peter stares at him with wild eyes.
PETER (CONT'D)
Yes...to make it stop...kill...kill them all...
The boy runs back into the house.
Peter chases him, frothing at the mouth.
PETER (CONT'D)
Come back, little boy! People like you...get killed by people like me!
The boy SLAMS the door in Peter's face.
Peter stabs the doorframe in a rage. The knife vibrates there.
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INT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
The wide-eyed boy stares through the glass of the back door. Peter's crazed eyes look back.
Peter lets out an ear-shattering SCREAM and pounds on the door.
The boy begins to slowly close in on himself, cowering at the noise.
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INT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE (LIVING ROOM) -- LATER
James rubs his head, and his face shows sudden clarity.
JAMES
My god...I remember...I remember...
James reaches down and blows the candle out.
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