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@numba1punna.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:52 PM

Not exactly #FirstPageFriday maybe like #FourthPageFriday but rewatching THE STUDIO got me thinking about my spec script for it, THE MEETING #ScriptSky

4. MATT think he's great, but. I don't kno bout areatest of all time QUINN Oh, come on, you stack up his movies, who • is better. Plus, the talent. The raw sexual magnetism..• you fucking nailed it ouddy. QUINN Sexual magnetism? I guess- SAL Oh, come on. He's one of the handsomest men alive, you haven't flicked the ole bean or two under sheets watching his films. (slyly) I know I would have. QUINN Gross, no... he's like my dad... MATT (stops) Your dad? You are like the same age.…・ QUINN Wait, who are you talking about? MATT Who are you talking about? SAL Who the fuck are we talking about? MATT Tom Holland. QUINN Tom Hanks! SAL Tom FUCKING HARDY??! MATT Jesus fucking Christ, get it together.
@davegoossen.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:35 PM

Ok, here we go. This is the thing the Muses have been helping me with :-)
Still thin on the descriptions but who cares, right?

#amwriting #scriptwriting #scriptsky #FirstPageFriday

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@dwfranke2026.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:18 PM

A 1-pager I wrote a few weeks ago #firstpagefriday, #scriptsky

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@danmcneilwrites.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 3:40 PM

First Page Friday / Fun Page Friday

THE LONG SHOT

Two brothers, on the run from a Canadian mobster, take the reins in New York gangster Frankie Yale’s audacious plan to fix the 1924 King's Plate. Based on a true story... sort of.

#ScriptSky #fea #IP #ISA #firstpagefriday #funpagefriday

INT. STABLES - DAY Maggie follows a jittery Jack through the stables. He directs her to a stool next to Maternal Pride's stall. JACK Wait here a minute. Billy wears Harry's tiny silks. They're tighter than a sausage skin. Billy pulls at the pant's crotch. BILLY I can't feel my balls. The sound of Cajun Prince's skipping hooves on the ground fills the air. It's followed by a banshee's HOWL. MAGGIE (O.S.) What in the flyin' FOOK? Jack and Billy rush to Maternal Pride's stall. Maggie, mouth agape, points at Cajun Prince. JACK You want the whole story or the Reader's Digest version? MAGGIE I'm after the version that tells me why Frankie Yale's plungin' a fortune on a nag that's got the twinkle-toes! JACK I know it looks bad -- MAGGIE Bad don’t even touch the sides! This is a fookin' disaster! Maggie stares at Billy in Harry's small silks. MAGGIE And what do we have here? A wee fairy gettin' in on the craic? Maggie notices a pair of feet under a horse blanket. MAGGIE Should I even ask? She lifts the blanket and sees the passed out jockey. THE LONG SHOT; Spec Script Available; "Sometimes the long shot really isn't the long shot; Screenplay by Dan McNeil & Jasmine Aziz; Inspired by a true story; race track; Horse and jockey
@aggiebrett.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:57 PM

#FirstPageFriday

I’ve been known to dabble in the snark and honkers, but I can and will scribble something serious when the mood sneak attacks.

QUEEN OF THE SKY is probably the finished script I’m most proud of.

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@leahelizabethevans.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:34 PM

I’m going to share another first for #FirstPageFriday and I hope #scriptsky will be forgiving. 🤞

Got started screenwriting doing 24 hour sequels and jukebox musicals (Avril Lavigne Batman, anyone?).

Shockingly a producer reached out. That night I wrote a short for them - and they made it!!

@jc-blair.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:15 PM

#firstpagefriday, #scriptsky

My first, first page post! The opening of my social-issue monster-horror TV pilot (that's a mouthful) Streetcleaner.

As the destitute and desperate get their heads down for the night, something worse than the cold is coming for them...

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@aggiebrett.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:06 PM

#FirstPageFriday yet again, you foul miscreants— time to share a page from whatever you’re working on or proud of or plausibly denying any connection to. Maybe Spielberg reads it and screams “THATS IT! THATS MY NEXT EPIC!”

In this current Reality, dumber things happen daily. #ScriptSky

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@benmdavies.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 12:21 PM

I don't do this every week like some people, but I thought I'd share this one.

I, MACBETH imagines the tale of Macbeth if he was a modern day streamer who will do anything to boost his stats and stay relevant.

(There is a spelling error here, sorry)

#FirstPageFriday #ScriptSky

INT. KINGDOM HOUSE, KITCHEN - EVENING SHOT: LIVE STREAM CAMERA ASKEW ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER MACBETH -- wearing only jeans and a bulletproof vest. A PISTOL in one hand, a PHONE in the other. BLOOD on both. He screams. MACBETH What is that noise? He slowly begins to manically laugh. MACBETH (CONT'D) It is the bloody cry of a woman. He looks at his bloody hands. His laughter dies down. MACBETH (CONT'D) I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my sense would have cooled to hear a such shriek, and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in 't. I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me. A PING noise from the live chat. A highlighted messages reads "WHEREFORE WAS THAT CRY?" He looks right down the lens -- then moves towards the camera. MACBETH (CONT'D) You ask, 'Wherefore was that cry?' He taps the barrel of the gun to his temple. SUDDENLY -- he grabs the camera and begins Spinning. Laughing. Dancing. SUDDENLY -- he stops. MACBETH (CONT'D) The queen, my lords and ladies, is dead. Macbeth continues laughing and dancing with the camera. CUT TO BLACK.
@theartofcharts.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:49 AM

Something new and not really like what I usually do. Possibly a trainwreck. It's the start of a short (I wrote a short! Very not like me!) and it's probably still pretty noodly. It's horror-adjacent, but I'm not sure it's horror exactly. Though it's about one. Anyhoo...

#FirstPageFriday #scriptsky

EXT. BIG GRAVEL PIT - DAY Sloping with a wooden post part-way up. Rusty-brown smears trail down to a tarp slung over two lumps. One dog-sized. One goat-sized. This place isn’t strictly real. GOAT (a puppet of a billy goat - no doubt about the billy) is tethered to the wooden post. One foreleg flops useless, almost detached. Between gnawing at the tether... GOAT D’you think entrails taste like clothes lines? ‘Cos maybe I could - DOG (a wire-haired pointer, not much more than a pup) looks up from her toy wishbone. She’s missing an eye. DOG - You don’t eat clothes-lines. She doesn’t even have one. GOAT shrugs a complicated shrug. He’s a complicated goat. GOAT Sure I do. Hypothetically. See clothes-line. Chew. It’s a goat thing. Dog chews her cloth wishbone. Getting nervous. DOG Has the clothes-line got clothes on it? Hypothetically? GOAT Course. Not worth eating just the line is it? Might as well call me Flossie and be done. DOG What’s it taste like? GOAT That’s what I asked you. Goat looks sternly at Dog, who fawns. Huddles down. Whines quietly. She could pee herself. DOG I like entrails. But I don’t know what clothes-line tastes like. Should I? Am I s’posed to? Yep. There we go. Pee streams down the slope.
@leahfromsd.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:27 AM

Thought this might be fun for #FirstPageFriday: a lot of my features start as short stories.

In this case, the short story SOMETIMES THEY EAT THEIR OWN was turned into INSATIOUS.

Thought it was interesting to see how, while the same core story, each start very different. #Scriptsky TW: self harm

Brush font text INSATIOUS over an image of a woman's ruddy face and open lips. A feature by Leah SimmonsThe Craigslist post looked like a scam, but I needed the money too badly to dismiss it immediately. I’d been without a job for almost a year. Unemployment was long gone, and I’d been crashing on my cousin Johnny’s basement couch for about a month when I spotted the post. It was listed in the HELP WANTED section, and honestly, I don’t know how it hadn’t been taken down or flagged for breaking community rules. HIRING: Intimate companion for couple’s night. Must be female. Healthy and clean, no tattoos. Single evening event, $10k payment with $2k upfront. Serious inquiries only. I thought it was a joke. It had to be. What kind of weirdo advertises for an “intimate companion” on Craigslist in this day and age? Not that you didn't see creepy things from time to time, but none of them ever listed something with such a ridiculous amount of money. I was sure this poor fool’s anonymous inbox was flooded with a million jokes and crank replies. But I couldn’t help but wonder, what if it was legit? What if I could make ten grand in one awful night and get out of my cousin’s basement for good? As I often said, the stakes were low. Why not throw my name in the pile? Couldn’t be any worse odds than all the jobs I’d applied for on Indeed.com. Never in a million years, did I actually expect a reply. So when there was a reply in my inbox within a few hours, I had to read it twice before believing it was real. Dear Allyson, thank you for your inquiry. As we are only proceeding with serious candidates, please reply to this email within twenty-four hours to signal your expressed interest in this endeavor as well as the exact requested photos. Any deviation from our requests will result in termination from the selection process and no further communication shall be provided. Sincerely, Laird. I snickered at that last part; just who did this guy think he was? I continued to the bullet points below, wondering at the logic behind the oddly-specific requests. I was required to provide p…EXT. PATIO - DAY Blue sky and fluffy clouds. Massive cottonwood trees hang over a faded wood patio littered with discarded sandbox toys and plastic chairs. ALLYSON (30s) clutches a paring knife. Disassociation and sarcasm are Allyson's survival tools of choice. She pushes back the sleeve of her blouse to reveal a forearm lined with a collection of thin, horizontal scars. Neither frightened nor embarrassed, she picks a spot with unblemished flesh and rakes the blade across the skin. A thin line of red springs forth. Allyson watches, her heartbeat slowing. She closes her eyes. The sounds of the world dims. No more wind. No more birds. The peace of nothingness washes over her until-- BUZZ! The cell phone vibrates on the nearby table. Next interview in fifteen minutes. ALLYSON Fuck. She sucks the blood off her skin and pushes her sleeve down. Pocketing the knife, she trudges back inside. INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY Allyson sits poised with fresh make-up and a modest blouse. She smiles into the glow of a laptop screen, a new person. The dumpy living room behind her looks nothing like the chic virtual background the people on her laptop see. MAN (O.S.) ... thanks for sharing that. How about you share some of your strengths? Allyson smiles, a little deader inside for hearing this question for the hundredth time.
@aggiebrett.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 3:36 PM

Yeah, yeah, yeah... so I'm a day late. Whatever. SUE ME, YA BASTIDS!

Here's a brand new still steaming silly pair of related scenes from a thing I really oughta finish-- #RATBASTARDS

(this is a recurring bit)

#FunPageFriday #FirstPageFriday #ScriptSky

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