Short Scripts Collection One: Thirteen Short, Original Screenplays

SHORT SCRIPTS COLLECTION ONE

Thirteen short, original screenplays

by

Richard Alexander Hall

Copyright 2004-2014

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ISBN 9781311288004

Cover design, art, and all interior artwork by the author

Copyright 2014

Table of Contents

THE END (1 page)

A PERFECT WORLD (~3 pages)

CHERISH THE BACON (~2 pages)

GREATER MINDS (~3 pages)

IN THE FOUL SACRILIGE OF THY OATH (~2 pages)

TIME TRAVEL MOUTH (~2 pages)

FLAVOR ARCHEOLOGY (~5 pages)

THE FOOD TRILOGY, EPISODE I: TACO (~2 pages)

THE FOOD TRILOGY, EPISODE II: HAMBURGER (~2 pages)

APPLICANT TO HELL (~12 pages)

THE OTHER (~4 pages)

THE CRIME OF PASSION (~2 pages)

THE DARK LORD SINGS, EPISODE I: THE SWIPED AIRS (~13 pages)

AUTHOR'S GREETING

THE END

CUT IN:

EXT. EATERY WALKWAY--DAY

A PROPHET, white, thirty, hasty, high-energy and frantic, stands on a chair over a table where sit THREE TOUGH WHITE MEN, each in their twenties.

PROPHET

THE END IS NEAR!

MAN ONE

Um, shut up?

PROPHET

IT'S CLOSER NOW!

The man throws his styrofoam drink cup at the Prophet. It ricochets off his elbow.

EXT. SPACE--EARTH

Earth explodes.

CUT TO BLACK:

THE END

A PERFECT WORLD

FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE COMPLEX HALLWAY--DAY

This is your typical, bland, office hallway. NAD, twenty-five, a tweedy, drifty geek, crosses and exits through a doorway into an office.

INT. OFFICE COMPLEX--DAY

This is your typical, bland, cubicle-partitioned office.

Nad programs at his workstation. His cubicle is shared by TWO MALE COWORKERS, functional equivalents of himself.

Thirsty, he contorts his dry mouth and lips. They smack.

NAD

Water. We have water?

He turns to his coworkers, who both turn around in their chairs, look at him blankly, shrug, and turn back to their workstations.

NAD

Right. The fountain way down the hall. Too far...wait, you guys do remember the drinking fountain down the hall, right?

He turns back to them. They turn to him again, offer him blank stares, and then each shrugs and turns back to their workstations again.

He squishes his nose. He furtively glances back at his coworkers. Both type busily. He pries the inside of his nose and dislodges a few small dryly gooey and crusty boogers. He searches his desk for tissues, finds none, and surreptitiously moves his fingers toward his mouth.

EXT. OFFICE COMPLEX HALLWAY--DAY

A loud alarm BLARES and red lights strobe the ceiling.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM--DAY

MANY EMPLOYEES are seated around the table of this bland room. The BOSS, a huffy, stoic bulwark of