I hope this message finds you well. I am hoping this is Jeanie Bergen from Aaron Sorkin's Masterclass, otherwise you can disregard this message.
I just heard your pitch for "E is for Edie" and I admire the story you told. I am a screenwriter who is trying to get my scripts sold and I just want to advise you to never give up. I know this profession is hard but after hearing your script it sounds like a story that needs to be told so you can tell the truth about your life and truly heal from your past. I find that writing is fun and it can be theraputic as well since we tend to bottle up our emotions and not share our story or pain with the world -- since we're afraid that certain people might judge us or look down on us.
Once again I just
“I was aboard a plane the same night for the Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio.”
The scene’s introduced with Terry and Edie captured from a long shot angle, which also creates the setting. Terry and Edie are staged on the rocks surrounded by the neighboring the water front and dock. In addition, a view of New York City can be seen the background. As Malloy reveals to Edie his involvement in her brother’s death, an extreme close-up is utilized on both characters. It allows the viewers to the emotion and agitation that is tied to Malloy’s confession.
Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,
Once the ride was over we went to other games because the place was about to close so we just played a couple of games. We were about to leave, but we had to do something. Once we did it, we lost the boys we looked everywhere. We saw the cop again and he sent out an amber alert and looked for the boys my mom went to the front and they were there I was so scared.
“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts
You heard muffled talking which made your body go tense. Last night's memory was so blurry and you couldn't recall who brought you here. But the familiar eyes of the forest was imprinted in your mind and you didn't know who it belonged to. The thought of them bringing you here with the intention to hurt you reminded you of the fight with your parents. "How dare you speak to us like that?
Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity
Frances Liberman Ms. Kim IBH Lang and Lit January 15th 2015 Dysart’s Character and Dream In Peter Shaffer’s play, Equus, one of the main characters is a psychiatrist named Martin Dysart who specializes with adolescents. The play begins with a seventeen-year-old boy named Alan Strang and a horse named Nugget. Alan is showing great affection towards the horse. Suddenly, a man in his forties is shown holding a cigarette.
As I begin to ascend the mountain, Indians and Spaniards wait at the foot of the mountain, as if they are the Israelites and I are alone is off to speak with God. I know that from this peak I will be able to see the western water, what I have already decided to name the South Sea. I take a musket with me. The Spaniards have been warned, if they follow me, I will use it, because discovery is a tricky matter and I wants no competition. I begin my ascend slowly up the pristine slopes, over the mud and the leaves.
“I’m cookin’ ain’t I? As far as I’m concerned, that makes this my kitchen. Now, get outta here.” Just then, Ernie noticed CC and I watching. He walked over and hugged CC. “Cierra, so good to see you again.” He turned to me, extended his hand, and said, “Hello, I’m Uncle Ernie.”
Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?
The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.
I don’t like to reminisce on the event, yet when iris plastered all over the papers, 25 years after the incident, I can’t help but remember the affair. Even though I have tried to move on, it will always be a part of my past. A dark, grim, part of it that haunts me up to this day.
On pages 67 and 68 we find the Dou E, Cai, Donkey and Tao in court. Donkey is accusing Dou E of putting poison in his father’s soup. Dou E is innocent because it was Donkey who put the poison in the soup in order to poison Cai subsequently forcing Dou E to be his wife. On these pages we have Dou E getting beaten and not confessing to the crime she didn’t commit. It was not until Toa threatened to beat Cai that she decided to say that she committed the murder.
My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.