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@alyssathecoach.bsky.socialOct 17, 2026, 1:13 AM

#FirstPageFriday #scriptsky
Ok it’s been a long time since I’ve had a first page to share. This one’s been in my head and it’s all coming out this weekend. Take a wild guess what this is a revival movie of?

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ABrett Nicholson@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:38 PM

I might be MIA (or AWOL or SOL or WTF) but that does not absolve YOU from your responsibilities. It’s #FirstPageFriday and I EXPECT ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE. AMUSEMENT. BEMUSEMENT. Post something or risk my wrath. #Scriptsky

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@theartofcharts.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 11:43 PM

Had a good week with the vampires, and doing some revisions to Crow, but here's a first page from my puppet short DOG AND GOAT WAITING (FOR KRISTI) for #FirstPageFriday #scriptsky

It's a bit of a weird one.

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 puppet, not much more than a pup) looks up from her toy wishbone. She’s missing an eye. There’s a hint of nervous whine in her voice. DOG Did you eat her clothes line? Is that why she - GOAT - She doesn’t have one. Ontological crisis for Dog. She chews her wishbone toy. DOG Can you eat things that don’t exist? GOAT shrugs a complicated shrug. He’s a complicated goat. GOAT It’s hypothetical. See clothes line? Chew. It’s a goat thing. DOG What’s it taste like? Entrails? GOAT That’s what I asked. 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 lines taste like? Should I? Am I s’posed to? Yep. There we go. Pee streams down the slope.
@eric-writes.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 9:03 PM

#firstpagefriday #scriptsky posting page 1 of Monitor:Crush Depth as I await news on 2 fronts. Its official option agreement AND the attachment of a director with feature film and NETFLIX original episode credits! I share because if I were superstitious I would be paralyzed with fear.

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ABrett Nicholson@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:38 PM

I might be MIA (or AWOL or SOL or WTF) but that does not absolve YOU from your responsibilities. It’s #FirstPageFriday and I EXPECT ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE. AMUSEMENT. BEMUSEMENT. Post something or risk my wrath. #Scriptsky

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@juliapearlstein.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 8:34 PM

ANDY & ME

Logline: A young painter vows to keep his eccentric art-school buddy out of trouble, sabotaging his career and love life in the process; decades later, his daughter uncovers the damage left by his infamous friend: Andy Warhol. True story.

#firstpagefriday #Scriptsky #PAGEAwards

INT. PHILIP PEARLSTEIN’S STUDIO - 2018 - DAY SUPER: NEW YORK CITY 2018 An easel with an enormous oil painting of two nudes posed with a carousel giraffe and an inflatable dinosaur towers over OLD PHILIP (94), extremely short with bottle-thick glasses, who sits on a stool, prepping his palette. In front of him, two nude models pose as depicted in the painting. Opposite him sits his daughter JULIA (50s), arty glasses and clothes that would look hip if they were on anyone else. NOTE: Scenes in Pearlstein’s studio are shot documentary-style. Julia is off camera as she interviews Old Philip. OLD PHILIP Can I just say one thing to the audience before we begin? JULIA (O.C.) Okay. OLD PHILIP (into the camera) Prepare to be disappointed. He laughs. JULIA (O.C.) What? Why? OLD PHILIP (to camera) Because this film is going to be about me just as much as Andy. (to Julia) Right? It’s my story, too. I don’t want to just be remembered as a footnote in Andy’s biography. You can’t let that happen, Julia. JULIA (O.C.) That’s why I’m making this, Dad. OLD PHILIP Okay. So what do you want to know? JULIA (O.C.) Let’s start at the beginning. page 2. INT. ART STUDIO AT CARNEGIE TECH - 1946 - MORNING SUPER: PITTSBURGH 1946 PHILIP (23), short and a bit stocky with glasses, sets up at an easel as other students prepare for drawing class. A young WOMAN sets up at the easel next to Philip’s. ANDY (18), skinny and awkward in hand-me-downs two sizes too big, looks around and zeroes in on Philip. He squeezes his easel between Philip and the Woman. She scowls at Andy and moves her easel. Andy coughs lightly to get Philip’s attention. Nothing. Coughs louder. COUGHS LOUDER. Philip looks up. ANDY (grins shyly) How does it feel to be famous? INT. PEARLSTEIN’S STUDIO - 2018 - DAY OLD PHILIP Those were the very first words Andy ever spoke to me. Which says a lot, given who he became. JULIA (O.C.) Why did Andy think you were famous? OLD PHILIP When I was a junior in high school, I swept the Scholastic Art Awards and my paintings were reproduced in Life magazine, which was the biggest thing around back then. I was the toast of Pittsburgh. That was 1941. Andy would have been all of 13. How he still remembered it was beyond me. So much had happened since then — World War II, for God’s sake. But Andy liked to know things about people, especially if they were people other people knew about.
@allisterrae.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 7:51 PM

#firstpagefriday

A old somewhat stalled script.

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@timwestland.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 3:58 PM

#FirstPageFriday #Scriptsky #Scifi

Two pages today from my current Scifi WIP:

TRIGGER
Lt. Green finds himself crash landed on a dangerous planet, where the chances of surviving are almost zero, and failure might place humanity itself in a very bad position

(Shit logline. Sorry)

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@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:38 PM

I might be MIA (or AWOL or SOL or WTF) but that does not absolve YOU from your responsibilities. It’s #FirstPageFriday and I EXPECT ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE. AMUSEMENT. BEMUSEMENT. Post something or risk my wrath.

#Scriptsky

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@theartofcharts.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:16 AM

Managed a 7 for my second Black List evaluation of FAR AS THE CROW FLIES, in which four young Americans take jobs on the wrong Australian orchard - so here's a page for
#scriptsky #FirstPageFriday

IN CROW’S DREAM - EXT. PINE FOREST - NIGHT Deep snow on a wooded hillside, Crow’s breath hangs frozen. The sound of rushing water. Somewhere down there is a river. Black feathers in the snow. Crow looks closer at... ... a raven. Smaller in death. Eyes open and unseeing. Talons curled tight, holding on to nothing. The raven opens its broken beak. BACK TO SCENE Crow startles awake - looks sharply over at Tori’s bed. But she’s not there - just a note on her pillow. Crow reads it. EXT. MADISON AND EMMA'S CARAVAN - DAY Sweat beads on Tori’s forehead. She descends the hill, adjusts her backpack and KNOCKS on the door. TORI Madison? Sorry! I know it’s early - JOE (O.S.) - You’re late. Clumsy, Tori wheels around to see Joe on his electric quad bike. He spots her backpack. JOE Leaving? Figures. Where’s Crow? TORI Back at the - JOE - ‘Cos he should be at work. Tori's face gives Crow away. JOE Still getting his beauty sleep? Doing his make-up? Joe grins, his mask slipping. Tori knows that look. JOE I’ll soon sort him out. Well go on. Off you trot. Don’t miss the bus. He accelerates downhill. Tori tries the caravan door. Locked. Torn, she glances back up the hill - and hightails it, straight back the way she came.A damaged, rusty-blood coloured feather against a pale blue background. Text: FAR AS THE CROW FLIES / Written by Adele Smaill
@timwestland.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 6:20 PM

#FirstPageFriday #Scriptsky
From my unfinished feature, A MAN OF SUBSTANCE, which is about a President who has truly united the world, and the mayhem that ensues after a physical exam reveals he is 100% hollow inside

The real world has eclipsed the ridiculousness I had planned, so...

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@nickwaswriting.comOct 9, 2026, 3:47 PM

It’s been a long time since I participated in #FirstPageFriday & I have absolutely nothing new to show for it 😂 So I’ve dipped into the archive for one of my favourite intros I wrote a few years ago for NYC midnight. The script is a mess and needs serious work but I haven’t quit it yet. #Scriptsky

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@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 1:21 PM

Sampling again from REDNECKS & GREEN MEN, cuz why not. Shame don't hurt.

#FirstPageFriday #FunPageFriday #FutileStupidGestureFriday #ScriptSky

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@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 1:13 PM

Another week rolls over and slides beneath the waves, which means it's time to play #FirstPageFriday. Or #FunPageFriday if you're not into that whole "opening scene" thing. Share a page of YOUR writing (none of that AI stuff, please) and maybe inspire your peers and friends. It's free.

#ScriptSky

#FirstPageFriday #FunPageFriday Post something, ya filthy animals
@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 11:53 PM

For #FirstPageFriday-- the opening to VAMPICONDA!, the only thing I've written that qualifies at all as "horror," but even then it's hyphenated as comedy-horror.

This silly thing started as a joke in a social media thread yet remains my most requested script.

There is no logic here.

#scriptsky

VAMPICOINDA! p1 EXT. LOUISIANA SWAMP ROAD -- DAY Slick black water hugs the bottoms of thick cypress trees. The air so heavy, you can almost hear the humidity. Ominous clouds hang heavy and pregnant as distant thunder rumbles. ...VAMPICONDA! poster
@theartofcharts.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 11:08 PM

DUST ON DIRT is more of a woman-in-peril / survival thriller than a horror - but it takes some steps in that direction. Just finished an update on it this week so here it is for spooky #FirstPageFriday. #scriptsky

A dry scrubby rocky hillside under a hot blue sky. A few clouds, but they're a mockery: there's no chance of rain. Text: A script by Adele Smaill / DUST ON DIRTEXT. DESTROYED WATER STATION IN THE WILDERNESS – NIGHT Drops of water strike wet earth. Slow... ...and stop. A drained water barrel, peppered with bullet holes. Slashed empty water containers litter the rocky clearing. A flag, emblazoned with a rain drop, droops from a whip pole. Facing away, an INFANT in a pink onesie crawls in the dirt. She turns her head. She's long since dead. No eyes to her sockets, skin withered to the bone. INT. TROY'S TRAILER - BEDROOM ALCOVE – DAY TROY (a gaunt, weathered 50s, white) gasps awake, heart POUNDING. He's flat on his back on a narrow pull-down bed, late afternoon sun streaming through the window. TROY It's ok. Bleak eyes give the lie, but the POUNDING quiets and slows. TROY Not like I'd forget. He retrieves a pistol from the tatty bedside console, hand trembling as he looks it over. Ridiculous. Pathetic, even. EXT. OTAY WILDERNESS, U.S. – TRAILER - DAY The wilderness has Troy's old trailer surrounded. Only tire tracks hint at a way out through rocky, sage-clad hills. A water feeder for birds stands full to the brim. Nearby, an old monster of a 4x4 pickup, with dark-tinted windows and a lifted cab. On the rear bumper, a faded sticker reads 'HOLD THE LINE - SECURE THE BORDER.' INT. TROY'S 4X4 - DUSK A flat bench seat up in front. Troy slides in, stows his pistol and drives off, hands steady on the wheel.
@briancutter.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 9:57 PM

Hey #ScriptSky, instead of a #FirstPageFriday for the first October Friday, here's a horror short I adapted, shot, directed, and produced. Enjoy. Potential TW: the subject matter involves stealing a Black woman's soul for forced labor.

youtu.be/m7f6gH5JrTg?...

@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 6:48 PM

“Better late than never,” they say, but let’s be honest: “they” tend to be morons, where “we” tend to be the smart kids. The cool kids. Oooo, and good looking, too. I’m not sure what my point was going to be, but post something for #FirstPageFriday while I sort that out. 👍

#scriptsky

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@anthonyscripted.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 6:45 PM

GIMME A REASON
1973. When four armed Muslim men barricade themselves inside a Brooklyn sporting goods store with twelve hostages, a young traffic cop with a PhD in psychology has 32 hours left to convince an NYPD built on overwhelming force to do something it had never tried: talk. #FirstpageFriday

Poster for the screenplay: GIMME A REASON GIMME A REASON 1973. When four armed Muslim men barricade themselves inside a Brooklyn sporting goods store with twelve hostages, a young traffic cop with a doctorate in psychology has 32 hours left to convince an NYPD built on overwhelming force to do something it had never tried: talk.
@eric-writes.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 5:16 PM

I have completed the final script of my “Shadows” trilogy. A new feature called “Shadows of the First Dream”. Here is the #firstpagefriday for you all. #scriptsky

FADE IN: EXT. ASHFIELD BORDER VALLEY - MORNING Morning mist clings to the low wild grass. Along the ridge, faded heraldic banners from Dartmouth, Gagnon, and the Council flap against spiked timber poles driven deep into damp earth. Mounted Dartmouth pickets patrol the perimeter, their leather brigandines wet with fog. At the center of the field sits a broad open pavilion made of treated canvas and bleached timber. EXT. ASHFIELD BORDER VALLEY - REFUGEE ENCAMPMENT - MORNING Heavy gray mist crawls across a ditch choked with broken handcarts. Dozens of DARTMOUTH REFUGEES huddle under greasy canvas tarps. Children cough into damp wool scarves. A FARMER empties a water skin over a wooden tub. The stream twists mid-fall, defies gravity, and beads upward into the fog. Beside him, an OLD WOMAN sifts a spade of dirt through her fingers. The soil crumbles into dry, weightless lead sand, drifting off in the cold wind. Pickets of Dartmouth cavalry patrol the perimeter on mud-caked geldings, keeping the displaced families pinned between the tree line and the marsh. INT. ASHFIELD BORDER PAVILION - MORNING JADE (18) sits upright in a carved high-backed chair. She wears a formal coat of dark gray wool clasped with silver at the throat. Her violet eyes, clear and sharp, study a massive boundary ledger laid across the central table. PEMEL BERO (20s) stands two paces behind her right shoulder. His coat is tailored and clean. His mirrored glasses gleam beneath the swinging oil lanterns, reflecting the room. Across the table sit THREE COUNCIL DELEGATES in layered blue velvet. Flanking them stands MARSHAL TRENT (50s), an austere Dartmouth commander with an iron gorget locked tight around his throat.
@anthonyscripted.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 6:47 PM

THE COLOUR OF LAW

When a combative First Amendment Auditor records a Federal Reserve robbery, he realizes the cops investigating the crime are actually the thieves, and after staging their own deaths are hunting him down before his evidence exposes them.

#scriptsky #FirstPageFriday

The poster for the screenplay of The Colour of LawPage 1 of the screenplay, THE COLOUR OF LAW
@theartofcharts.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 2:15 PM

#scriptsky #FirstPageFriday

One of these days I'll remember tags...

ABrett Nicholson@aggiebrett.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:38 PM

I might be MIA (or AWOL or SOL or WTF) but that does not absolve YOU from your responsibilities. It’s #FirstPageFriday and I EXPECT ENTERTAINMENT, PEOPLE. AMUSEMENT. BEMUSEMENT. Post something or risk my wrath. #Scriptsky

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