“Space Princess”

If you’ve not been to The Comic Jam, I suggest you check it out. Once a week a group of writers get together and pick a theme, scribble out a single page and pass it on to the artists. If you are an artist and you’re looking to join a community where you can show off your talents once a week, I encourage you to look into it. Each week, some scripts fall through the cracks because there aren’t enough writers. For example, mine fell through last week (which was a two-script week, I’m not a renegade writer who “doesn’t play by the rules). The theme was “Space Princess”. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

 

Space Princess

Page 1

First row.

First panel (wide), we see between the shoulders of a man and woman, we see a child’s tombstone against yellow and tan tones of a dusty wasteland, a blue sky beyond.

Narration 1: Back home there’s a sign, small but carved in stone.

Narration 2: And in words I can’t repeat, says “SHE’S GONE.”

Narration 3: We both set out to find you.

 

Second row.

Second panel, pill bottles and beer bottles on a nightstand.

Narration 4: She went one way.

Third panel, car at cliff’s edge. You can see front tire near the edge of a cliff.

Narration 5: I went another.

 

Third row.

Fourth panel, rear tire peels out.

Fifth panel, we the tires racing off the cliff.

 

Fourth row.

Sixth panel, the cliff points ups like a ramp. The car looks like a DIY-space ship, with wings and a huge rocket taped to the trunk. The rocket is firing hard, propelling it forward. We see modification to the car to make it space ready, but cheaply, like masking tape over the edges of the door to keep oxygen in.

Narration 6: We both made mistakes.

 

Page 2

First row.

First panel (wide), we see from behind the driver, someone who has something over his head like a bag, or a fishbowl, or something to keep oxygen in. Inside the cars or blue tones. We see past him, out the windshield, into a purple-toned starry space. The window has cracked in a big way.

 

Second row.

Second panel (wide), we see from the passengers side, a hand formed the starry space beyond, a small, gentle hand belonging to a child, it reaching from the reader’s right to the left, reaching out. The driver (our narrator) is startled, in awe.

 

Third panel (wide), we see from outside the car which is traveling to our right, a child made of space and stars yet separate from it, kneeling on the hood, reaching into her daddy.

Narration 7: But I’m the one who found you.

Conclusion.

 

Thank you very much for taking the moment to read. Please give me some feedback if you have any. I’ll also be posting most of my writing soon so if you’ve made this far, click the “follow” button and let’s go the rest of the way together. If you’re an artist and feel so inclined, I’d love to see your interpretation of the script!

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