Due to my terrible deficiency in drawing ability, I must say that any story board, sketch or other form of hand-painted or drawn art would most likely be difficult to understand, interpret, or even discern. Here's an example of the best drawing I think I've ever done.
It required a caption so that everybody would know what it was.
As a result of said deficiency, I've written a screenplay. The story of a boy downtrodden who stands up to the terrible forces of evil that roam the playground and threaten to destroy its sanctity. A sort of modern day David and Goliath, if you will.
Here it is.
EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY
A jungle gym rises from a rubber desert. Children play
all about. Some swing high into the air. Others run and
chase each other about. All is well.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
Today is the day I died.
OVER BY A LARGE TREE
a group of particularly tough looking seven year-olds,
JIMMY, SAMMY and LENNY, lean leisurely against the tree
nearby. A beehive hangs on one of its upper branches.
MICHAEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
These three boys made it happen.
The boys watch over their domain.
OVER BY THE SWING SET
MICHAEL, a little seven year old, swings contentedly,
laughing and joyous.
MICHAEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
That's me. How naive I was. Not a
care in the world. Little did I
know, this would be a day that
would live in infamy.
BACK BY THE BIG TREE
the three boys (henceforth, THE TERRIBLE THREE), swagger
away. As they pass by a sandbox, Jimmy takes a littler
kid's bucket, fills it with sand and pours it all over
the little kid's head.
The rest of the children look at Jimmy. He grins
threateningly.
The children scatter. The little boy left lying in the
sand. Defeated.
The Terrible Three continue to
THE SWING SET
where Michael continues to swing. The Terrible Three
walk on over to him. There are two vacant swings left
on the swing set. Jimmy sits in one, Lenny on another.
But Sammy walks to Michael.
SAMMY
Hey. Give me that swing.
Michael continues to swing.
MICHAEL
But I'm not finished yet.
SAMMY
So? Get off.
Sammy pulls on one of the chains holding up Michael's
swing. Sending Michael twisting away.
MICHAEL
Hey!
Jimmy and Lenny laugh. Sammy doesn't respond.
SAMMY
Get off of that swing!
Michael stops swinging and steadies himself.
MICHAEL
No!
He starts swinging again. Sammy walks up behind him and
pushes him off of the swing and into the sand below.
SAMMY
What'd you say to me?
Jimmy and Lenny stop swinging and hurry over to Sammy.
MICHAEL
It's my swing!
SAMMY
Your swing?
He chuckles.
SAMMY (CONT'D)
This is our playground, friend.
We're the ones that say what's
what. And I say that this ain't
your swing.
Michael spits in Sammy's face.
MICHAEL
Poop on you!
Sammy pushes Michael into the sand. A Little Girl holding
a ball watches nearby. Lenny notices her.
LENNY
What are you lookin' at?
She runs away.
SAMMY
You think you're some kind of a
tough guy, huh?
Michael tries to get his face out of the sand but Sammy
holds him down.
SAMMY (CONT'D)
Come on boys.
He motions to Lenny and Jimmy.
The Terrible Three drag Michael behind
THE BIG TREE
and start to beat him up.
SAMMY (CONT'D)
You two keep watch.
Sammy punches Michael in the stomach. Michael tries to
fight back, but Sammy is too much for him. Muffled,
Michael cries out:
MICHAEL
Help!
But his words fall to the ground, too weak to find any
ear to climb into. Michael submits. He's lost.
When Sammy finishes the beating, he pushes Michael to the
ground.
SAMMY
See ya later alligator.
The Terrible Three laugh maniacally and begin to walk
away.
Michael rolls over onto his back. He sees the beehive
dangling above The Terrible Three.
With all his might, Michael finds a small rock near his
hand, takes it and throws it up to the hive.
The rock his it slightly. The nest begins to rock back
and forth. Bees hurry from it to see what the commotion
could be.
They spot The Terrible Three and dive right for them. It
is a horrific sight.
The Terrible Three run away, frightened and in pain,
crying.
Michael still lies on the ground, unable to move.
The little girl with the ball from before walks up to
him. She kneels down beside him and touches his forehead.
The rest of the children from around the playground
scurry up to them and form a circle around Michael.
They all lift him up with extreme care. The mass walks
back around the tree with Michael on their shoulders,
weakened.
His eyes open carefully.
MICHAEL (V.O.)
So there you have it. The day that
I died.
A pause.
MICHAEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Well. Almost.
Michael smiles.
FADE OUT.
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