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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Midsummer Night's Detective Story

Here is my day 7 submission to the Percopotomus competition over at CHPerc.
According to OmmWriter word count, it's 1428 words.
According to Celtx, it's just about 8 pages of script.

A Midsummer Night's Detective Story


 INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT                 
                                                                           
          A woman is sitting at a table. She has a blanket wrapped         
          around her and is holding what appears to be a mug of coffee     
          in her hands. She is staring down into the mug. A detective      
          enters the room and sits down across from her. He lays a         
          leather folio, a pen and a digital tape recorder on the          
          table. He sits down, opens the folio, revealing a pad of         
          legal paper.                                                     
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Ma’am, I’m detective Ken Hutchison.                    
                                                                           
          HUTCH plucks a business card from a pocket in the folio and      
          hands it to the woman. She continues to hold her coffee,         
          still looking into the mug.                                      
                                                                           
                              HUTCH (CONT.)                                
                    From this point on, I will be                          
                    recording this interview.                              
                                                                           
          HUTCH turns on the recorder and begins taking notes.             
                                                                           
                              HUTCH (CONT.)                                
                    For the record, please state your                      
                    name, age and place of address.                        
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (Still looking down at the                        
                         mug)                                              
                    Sarah Kemble. 28. 1755 Maple                           
                    Avenue, Verona, Illinois.                              
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Ms. Kemble, do you have any idea                       
                    how the fire got started?                              
                                                                           
          SARAH looks up from her coffee and just stares at Hutch.         
          HUTCH allows her to continue the starring contest for a few      
          moments. He remains indifferent.                                 
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Ms. Kemble, if you know something,                     
                    you need to tell us. Two people                        
                    died in that fire.                                     
                                                                           
          SARAH returns her gaze to the mug.                               
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (dazed)                                           
                    Hannah and Bill.                                       
                               
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Yes, Hannah and William Pritchard.                     
                    They owned the Marmont Theatre?                        
                                                                           
          SARAH slowly begins shaking her head no.                         
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    They were leasing it. They started                     
                    the company.                                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    You mean the "Murder of Crows                          
                    Theatre Company"?                                      
                                                                           
          SARAH almost imperceptibly nods her head.                        
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Interesting name. Ms. Kemble -may I                    
                    call you Sarah?                                        
                                                                           
          SARAH raises her head again, and just looks at Detective         
          Hutchison.                                                       
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (Irritably)                                       
                    Can I call you Hutch?                                  
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    If you feel like it. Sarah, you are                    
                    safe now. We are in a room in a                        
                    police station. We can keep you in                     
                    protective custody if you are                          
                    worried about the person who                           
                    started the fire.                                      
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    It wasn’t a person.                                    
                                                                           
          HUTCH raises an eyebrow                                          
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    You aren’t going to tell me a story                    
                    about a lantern and a cow, now are                     
                    you?                                                   
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (Disdainfully)                                    
                    We were supposed to be rehearsing                      
                    for opening night, when John came                      
                    in with some changes.                                  
                                       
                              HUTCH                                        
                    John?                                                  
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    Fletcher. The writer. He’s always                      
                    making changes. He can’t just leave                    
                    things alone.                                          
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    What was the play?                                     
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    "Ophelia is Drowning" It’s a new                       
                    play, based on "Hamlet" but from                       
                    Ophelia’s point of view. You know,                     
                    like Tom Stoppard’s "Rosencrantz                       
                    and Guildenstern are Dead" is from                     
                    the point of view of Rosencrantz                       
                    and Guildenstern.                                      
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Oh, I think I saw that one! Didn’t                     
                    that guy who was on that show "Lie                     
                    to Me" play Rosencrantz?                               
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (Sighing)                                         
                    Guildenstern. Rosencrantz was                          
                    played by the guy who played                           
                    Beethoven in "Immortal Beloved."                       
                                                                           
          HUTCH shakes his head and looks blank.                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Sorry, I don’t know that one.                          
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    He played Dracula?                                     
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    I thought that was Brad Pitt.                          
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    Seriously? No. Okay, He was Sirius                     
                    Black in the Harry Potter films.                       
                                                                           
          HUTCH is till shaking his head and looking apologetic.           
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    He was Reverend Dimsdale in "The                       
                    Scarlett--" no, forget that                            
                    one...Oh! He was George Smiley in                      
                    "Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy"!                        
                                        
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Still not getting it.                                  
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                         (Glaring, deadpans)                               
                    Commisioner Gordon in Batman.                          
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Oh! Commisioner Gordon! Yeah, I                        
                    thought he looked familiar! I just                     
                    didn’t recognize him with that                         
                    mustache! (beat)                                       
                                                                           
          HUTCH scans his notes. Okay, so the writer, John Fletcher,       
          had changes?                                                     
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    He had changes--He wanted to do                        
                    homage to other plays by                               
                    Shakespeare and have certain                           
                    characters do from other plays do                      
                    guest spots. Like have Othello,                        
                    Puck and Mercutio show up. We                          
                    thought he was losing his mind.                        
                    What started as a dark comdey was                      
                    devolving into broad farce.                            
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    What does any of this have to do                       
                    with the fire?                                         
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    Well, it was bad enough that he                        
                    wanted to give characters from                         
                    other plays cameo roles, but when                      
                    he insisted on having the Scottish                     
                    King appear --and be called by                         
                    NAME! Right there --in the theater!                    
                    He’s been writing plays for years!                     
                    He knows better!                                       
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Okay, I’m sorry, you’ve lost me.                       
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    The Scottish play -it’s cursed. You                    
                    can’t say the name of the Scottish                     
                    Play in a theater.                                     
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    You aren’t in a theater now.                           
                                                        
                              SARAH                                        
                         (whispering)                                      
                    Macbeth.                                               
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    So he said, "Macbeth" in the                           
                    theater? How is a play cursed?                         
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I don’t know how, but it is. Does                      
                    it really matter how?                                  
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    So what happened                                       
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    So a bunch of us kind of freaked                       
                    out, and Bill made John go outside,                    
                    spin around three times, curse,                        
                    then spit, then he had to knock                        
                    before he could be let in. John was                    
                    angry and thought Bill was being                       
                    ridiculous, but he went outside.                       
                                                                           
          HUTCH blinks a few times, soaking in her words, then             
          continues.                                                       
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    According to the report, the fire                      
                    started in the middle of the stage.                    
                    There didn’t appear to be any                          
                    excellerant. Where were you when                       
                    the fire broke out?                                    
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I was in the wings, stage left. I                      
                    told them I saw it. Before John                        
                    could knock on the door again. The                     
                    flames came from no where. I                           
                    screamed. Bill and Hannah came                         
                    running and tried to put it out,                       
                    but it seemed to just jump to them.                    
                    It was like it was alive. It                           
                    happened so fast I didn’t have time                    
                    to get to them, and when it came                       
                    for me, I ran and hid.                                 
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                         (reading from a polic report)                     
                    It says you were found in a                            
                    dressing room shower, saying                           
                    something over and over again?                         
                                                 
                              SARAH                                        
                    "The quality of mercy is not                           
                    strain’d,                                              
                                                                           
                    It droppeth as the gentle rain from                    
                    heaven                                                 
                                                                           
                    Upon the place beneath. It is twice                    
                    blest:                                                 
                                                                           
                    It blesseth him that gives and him                     
                    that takes."                                           
                                                                           
                    It’s from "The Merchant of Venice."                    
                    It’s one of the lucky plays.                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Okay, so your story is, after the                      
                    writer, Fletcher, went outside,                        
                    that’s when the fire started. And                      
                    it just spontaneously combusted and                    
                    attacked the head of your theater                      
                    group, and half the theater burned                     
                    down while you hid in a shower and                     
                    the others?                                            
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I don’t know what happened to                          
                    anyone else.                                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    See, that’s the thing. Neither do                      
                    we.                                                    
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    What are you saying?                                   
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    We can’t find them. Where were they                    
                    when the theater broke out? The                        
                    other actors, the crew, the                            
                    backstage people, where were they?                     
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    Some people were working backstage                     
                    and some people --Lizzy, Stella,                       
                    and George, they were in the pit.                      
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    The orchestra pit?                                     
                                                                           
          SARAH looks surprised.                                           
                                   
                              HUTCH                                        
                    I’m not a complete Philistine. What                    
                    were they doing in the pit?                            
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I don’t know, but I didn’t see them                    
                    when the fire started.                                 
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    And the writer never came back                         
                    inside?                                                
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I don’t know. I was in the shower                      
                    till they found me.                                    
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Okay, let’s take a little break,                       
                    and start back up later. Can I get                     
                    you anything?                                          
                                                                           
                              SARAH                                        
                    I could use a bathroom trip.                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Okay, hang on, I’ll find someone to                    
                    escort you.                                            
                                                                           
          HUTCH leaves the room                                            
                                                                           
                                                                           
          INT. POLICE STATION - JUST OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOM -          
          NIGHT                                                            
                                                                           
          HUTCH motions to one of the police officers filling out a        
          report at a desk. OFFICER LINDA WAGONER, approaches Hutch.       
          She is holding a file.                                           
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    I’m looking for someone else who                       
                    might have been at the scene. A                        
                    writer, his name is John Fletcher.                     
                                                                           
          OFFICER WAGONER looks through the file, and finds something.     
                                                                           
                              OFFICER WAGONER                              
                    We found a body in the alley behind                    
                    the theater. Mutilated. Like                           
                    nothing I’ve ever seen except maybe                    
                    on "Game of Thrones."                                  
                       
                              HUTCH                                        
                    What do you mean?                                      
                                                                           
                              OFFICER WAGONER                              
                    The guy’s head was on a pole.                          
                                                                           
          HUTCH’S face goes pale for a second.                             
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                    Uh...thanks.                                           
                                                                           
                              OFFICER WAGONER                              
                    No problem.                                            
                                                                           
          OFFICER WAGONER goes back to her desk. HUTCH finds a desk,       
          and begins and internet search typing in "William                
          Shakespeare" and "Head on a pole." He looks shocked but not      
          surprised.                                                       
                                                                           
                              HUTCH                                        
                         (under his breath)                                
                    No. There has to be a logical                          
                    explanation. Curses are not real.                      
                                                                           
          CLOSE UP:                                                        
                                                                           
          Of Hutch’s search results revealing this link: "the Plays of     
          William Shakespeare" and under the link, this line:              
          "Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth’s Head on a Pole"                
                                                                           
                                                              FADE OUT     

                                                                           

Sunday, February 26, 2012

For the Oscars

Here's my submission for my CHPerc group today. I should explain "Percopotomus." It is a "contest" where those who sign up, agree to post a piece of writing every day for 10 days in a row. Today was day 5. The prompt I used was:  "A sliver of moon in an azure sky."

The Oscars are on right now...I don't have time for this! Gahhh! Okay, just something very short today....

Percopotomus Day 5

Warning: I do not claim to be good at poetry, read at your own risk.

A sliver of moon
In an azure sky

What a beautiful night
For a good cry

So many Actors
Only one can win

But I'll take that Jean Dujardin
For a spin!




Saturday, February 25, 2012

How Poetic...

This is my latest Submission to my free writing group, The Coffee House Percolators:

The prompt I used, from a list of prompts given was, "Professor Wlecke."


"How Poetic"

w/c: 1168 (according to OmmWriter)

"Oh! I must've fallen asleep," Albert thought as he opened his eyes and noticed the open book on his lap. He put his hand on the book to keep it from falling and sat up with a start as his hand went throught the book as though it were a hologram. The book remained in place even as he sat up. "What is this?" Albert stood up and turned to see himself, still asleep in the chair, book on his lap, tea still brewing on the table next to his overstuffed chair. "Oh, I get it. I'm still asleep and this is a dream."

"Well, not exactly," said a male voice from behind. Albert jumped and turned.

"Who are you?"

"You can call me, 'Liam'" for now.

"What is all this about? This feels so real, for a dream."

"That is because this isn't a dream."

"I'm sorry, are you from the UK?"

"What? Oh, yes, you spotted the dialect. Well done. Now, I need you to pay attention. Any minute now, a door will appear and you and I will go through it together."

"Why? How long will this take? I have a lecture in the morning."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry, you still don't understand, professor. You've left your body and you are about to pass on, but I'm going to help you."

"I died? How? I'm only 66! I don't smoke, I rarely drink..."

"You had an undiagnosed heart defect. Ironically, had you been a smoker or a heavier drinker, you might have had a heart attack much earlier, and perhaps some surgery could have been done. But that is neither here nor there. Oh, look! There it is." Albert looked to his left, following Liam's direction. Suddenly, where there had never been a door before, but where he could have sworn had been a china hutch, there was a wooden door. It appeared to be mahogany, well crafted, though slightly worn, with carvings around the edges.

"So that's my door, then?"

"That's it. Would you like to go now?"

"Well, I wasn't really ready to go in the first place."

"We never really are. At least, not most of us."

"What happens if I don't go?"

"You have that option, but the door won't be here forever for you. Of course none of your loved ones will be able to see or hear you...at least not unless they have the 'gift.'"

"So then psychics are real?"

"For the most part, no. Most of them are either charletons, or they are functionally mentally ill. If they charge money for it, then most assuredly they are putting on a show with smoke and mirrors, and mind games. But there are a few here and there who can sometimes help those who have chosen to not pass on, make contact with their loved ones, but I don't recommend it."

"Why not?"

"Albert, you died. Let the living live and move on. It's going to be hard enough for them as it is."

"I guess I see..." Albert tilted his head and squinted at Liam, "Have we met before this?" Liam smiled like an actor who has been recognized by a fan, "Not exactly, but you've read my works...you even published a scholarly work having to do with me."

Albert's face morphed from confused to enlightened, "Well, I'll be! You're William Wordsworth? Liam?"

William smiled, "My friends call me Liam."

"Thank you, Mr. Words --Liam! I can't imagine that little book I published --I mean others must have...is that why they sent you?"

"Something like that. It's a little more complicated than that, but that would be the best way to describe it, I suppose."

"Wow. So, who came for you?"

"Oh, my dear friend, Samuel."

"As in, Samuel Taylor Coleridge? And who came for him? Milton?"

"Actually, the Bard, himself!"

"You don't say!"

"The lucky bastard!"

"Well, then he did just die, didn't he?"

Liam laughed, "Yes, I suppose so. Besides, once you're up there, you can meet anyone you want."

"UP there. That's good to know...so you mean I can meet anyone except for those who didn't make it UP there?"

"Well, you probably wouldn't want to meet anyone who didn't. You might actually be surprised about who's up there now."

"How's that?"

"Some don't go straight up. They have a chance to get healing and re-education. From there, a decision is made."

"What, so you mean someone like Hitler is up in heaven right now?"

"He is. After he was healed of his mental illnesses, he took quite well to the re-education, so he's up there, painting away. Some of his cronies, however, not so much."

"You don't say!"

"Indeed! Some people have brain defects, and some just choose to be pure evil, or so it seems."

"You don't say."

"Indeed. You know, there will be plenty of time to talk about this on the other side."

"Oh! Of course! So what do I do? Just turn the handle?"

"And walk right in."

Albert turned the door knob, and opened the door. Before him was what appeared to be a well-lit yet foggy path.

"I'll be right behind you," Liam said, comfortingly.

Albert stepped through, followed by Liam. The door closed, then disappeared. The china hutch was visible once again. A few minutes later, the outside door to the kitchen opened. Rhonda, the professor's housekeeper came in carrying several bags of groceries. After putting everything away, she came in to the study.

"Professor, I was able to get that special blend you like --oh. Sorry, I didn't know you were asleep." Rhonda went in a little closer, but carefully. She didn't want to wake him."

"I'll just get this book for you," she whispered, realizing he couldn't hear her in his sleep, "before it falls off your lap--oh!"

She realized something wasn't right. She took a long look at the professor. He did not appear to be breathing. With a shaking hand, she put her fingers on the side of his neck to see if there was a pulse. As soon as she felt his cold skin she knew. "Oh professor!" As she left the room to make the appropriate phone calls one must make in situations like these, she turned over the book she had retrieved from the professor's lap. It was a book of poems by Willam Wordsworth. She stopped to look at the page that had been held open on his lap. It was, "A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal." As she read it, a bit of a chill crept up her arms. She shut the book, set it on the table, and left the room to make the calls.

~~
In trying to find out how to pronounce "Wlecke," I googled the name and found out that there really was a Professor Wlecke! Here is his Obit.: http://www.nytimes.com/2002/06/30/classified/paid-notice-deaths-wlecke-albert-o.html




I also found out that he wrote a book called "Wordsworth and the Sublime (Perspectives in Criticism)" which I alluded to in my story.