CMW 2001 (Screenwriting) - Week One

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So it's the beginning of a new year at university - and this one actually counts towards my degree! To that end, I'm feeling a lot more dedicated this time around, and plan to get all of my assignments done on time - even ahead of schedule perhaps?
So far so good. I got my first bit of homework done, which was also a proper bit of writing. The brief was to write a one-page script consisting entirely of action - so no dialogue basically - showing a protagonist going about their daily business, and their feelings towards these activities, and the location had to change at least once.

Anyway, here's my effort:
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INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM – MORNING

The unpleasant, electronic sound of a wake-up alarm. A MAN is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes. We cannot see his face as a result. The curtains are closed, and the room is dark, although we can see the space is cluttered.

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INT. SHOWER – MORNING

The man’s head is leant against the shower wall, as water cascades over him and onto the grubby tiles. The sound of the water falling is prominent, reminiscent of rainfall.

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INT. HALLWAY BY FRONT DOOR – MORNING

The man shuffles wearily down the hallway to the door, and leans down to the mat to pick up his mail. He rifles through it slowly, before dropping it all back onto the floor. He turns his back on it and shuffles back up the hallway.

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INT. CAR – MORNING

We see the man’s face for the first time. He has one hand on the steering wheel and is resting his head in the other. The traffic stops and starts frequently, and is slow when it does move. The man looks entirely disinterested, as if he is used to this.

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INT. OFFICE – MID-MORNING

Man is sitting at is desk, typing. His face is blank, emotionless. Time moves normally for him, but everyone around him is blurred, as if time is moving more quickly for them. Several of the blurred shapes deposit files onto a towering stack on the side of his desk.

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INT. OFFICE COPY ROOM – AFTERNOON

The man stands in front of a photocopier, shoulders hunched and arms hanging straight down. The machine’s whirring and its green light moving back and forth are the only things that distinguish this image from a photograph. A woman comes and stands next to him. Without looking at him, she slides her hand into his and smiles knowingly. An identical smile spreads across his lips.