I'll receive a Genre, Location and Object and will have 48 hours to write a 5 page screenplay.
I am not supposed to post what I've written until after submissions have been accepted and verified.
I'll be working primarily on that for my writing this weekend.
But here's Friday's jumble of words.
The only thing I could say was “ok”,
but it wasn’t ok, none of it was ok.
When they told me that I could
never go home, never see my family or my friends again, that I would be given a
new identity and a new life, all I could say was “ok”.
But it didn’t matter what I said.
My life was in danger, and no
matter what I did, it always would be.
If I left town, I could at least,
save my family and friends from also being targets.
I could start again, new town, new
work, new friend, new life.
I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t want this.
I’ll never really be ok with any
of this.
But I suppose I’m the lucky one.
I saw a murder, a gang hit. I was
the face of the man clear as day, I heard his name and I heard his voice. I saw his buddy and the other guys in the car,
waiting.
I saw them all, and I know they
saw me.
They gunned down a man.
The owner of a small grocery
story.
He wasn’t a rich man, or a
powerful man, just a man.
Must a man trying to work, trying
to make a life, trying to provide for his family.
He was a nice man, always had a
smile and always had something nice to say.
And now he’s dead.
Shot by some punk kid.
And now his wife will never see
him again, never hold him, never kiss him again.
His young children will grow up
without a father.
It’s a terrible thing.
And I saw it all unfold in front
of me.
Why thing didn’t just kill me too,
I can’t be sure.
I know they would now, if they got
half a chance.
So I gave my statement to the
police,
They’ll keep me some place safe
until the trial, I guess
and I’ll never see my family again…
Hope you enjoyed.
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