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Post by Joss on Oct 23, 2004 3:49:10 GMT
We here at the FUWB are always eager to find new talent to add to our merry band of fanfiction writers. If you would like to participate in the writing of this season here's how you can do it.
Those that wish to participate in the writing will be required to give us a "submissions". A sample of your writing ability will help us to determine who best fits a particular episode.
How it works:
Below you will find a brief plot to a rather cliche scene. It is your job to take that cliche plot and turn it into an interesting script. Once you have completed the writing of it, copy and paste it into a PM and send to one of the Mods such as Joss, Drew or inyan.
We wil NOT be posting "submissions" on the public forum.
SAMPLE SCENE PLOT
Teaser
Angel, Spike and Illyria return to the Hyperion after a particularly nasty battle with a monster-of-the-week type baddy. There is some casual conversation until that is halted by Angel noticing that they are not alone. At the top of the stairs stands Connor. He expresses that this is not a friendly visit, rather he is there to kill his father.
End Teaser
Now....take that and make it good by making it interesting.
Please refer to the "FORMAT" thread for -you guessed it- any help you may need with formatting the script. Also, feel free to contact any of the mods: Joss, Drew, or inyan with any questions you may have.
Once you submit this you will be part of the team. A password to the Pre-Productio boards will be sent to you so that you can participate in the discussions of the story. In addition, depending on your submission and the specific episodes you may write a full-fledged episode.
But remember, even if you don't end up writing an episode your ideas for the season may help us out greatly. So even if you don't want to write a full episode you may want to join us.
So, good luck! You'll need it
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Post by Joss on Jan 26, 2005 4:55:37 GMT
Guys,
There have been... misunderstandings about these samples. Apparently we were not clear enough about them. We have received some submissions that are not at all what we are looking for. We let these few slide because we thought they were just isolated incidents. But these misunderstandings are growing in number.
In order to avoid further problems we have decided to post a sample submission to show exactly what it is we are looking for in these submissions. It was written by one of our chief members that has since left our organisation.
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TEASER
INT. HYPERION HOTEL - LOBBY - NIGHT
All is quiet and still as the antiquated interiors of the lobby are bathed in moonlight from the crackled windows above.
Suddenly, the front doors burst open. Enter ANGEL, dressed all in a shroud of black armed with a broad sword. At his side is SPIKE, the peroxide headed vampire who is carrying an old milk crate full of what appears to be an assortment of XBOX games and CDs. The humorless, once powerful, yet now dethroned god, ILLYRIA, follows suite.
SPIKE: “I’m not quite sure I’m following why your girlie wares are in such a bunch about it.”
ANGEL stops in the midst of the lobby and turns to face SPIKE. ILLYRIA breezes passed, ignoring the squabbling stopping off in the distance as if listening for something in the darkness.
ANGEL: “Stealing from the dead -soul or no soul, demon or human- is just wrong.”
SPIKE: “Why?”
ANGEL: “Why? Other than it’s just tacky? Maybe because it’s disrespectful?”
SPIKE: “Oh right then.
SPIKE: “Just one lil bit: We killed the sodding thing!”
ANGEL puts his sword back into his weapons cabinet letting out a sigh as he does so.
SPIKE: “You’ll forgive me if I fail to see how taking a stack of video games is somehow worse than putting an axe through its skull...
Beat.
SPIKE: And you are welcome by the way.
ANGEL glares at SPIKE.
SPIKE (rolling eyes): “It was a Kwor‘Amon demon.”
ANGEL gives no response and continues to brood in SPIKE’S general direction.
SPIKE (pleaing): “It ate lil puppies!”
ANGEL: “You play poker for kittens.”
SPIKE is briefly taken aback.
SPIKE: “ Wha…I.….Yeah, well…not for a very, very long time mate.”
ANGEL (locking the cabinet back): “You were doing it last week.”
SPIKE: “It was a Kwor’Amon demon for pete’s sake -they don’t even have thumbs so I doubt he’s going to miss some video games…
SPIKE: Y’know, especially with him being dead ‘n’ all.”
ILLYRIA returns, once again walking passed the bickering. She stops and turns her attention to above, more precisely: the stairs. She cocks her head slightly to the side, trying to make sense of the development of what lies before her.
ANGEL notices ILLYRIA and walks away from SPIKE who is still carrying on.
SPIKE (tossing the crate down): “Let’s face it, this all goes back to the bleedin’ dragon don’t it….?”
SPIKE swirls around to see his comrades attention turned to what is standing atop the stairs:
CONNOR: “Hey, dad.”
SPIKE: “Oh look, its baby brow.”
ANGEL (ignoring SPIKE): “Connor…”
CONNOR, backpack over his shoulder, begins to slowly step down the stairway.
ANGEL: “So…this is a surprise…”
Beat.
ANGEL: “How is school?”
CONNOR: “It’s all right.”
Beat.
ANGEL (hopefully): “You…uhm….You playing any sports?”
CONNOR: “No. Not really interested.”
The look of disappointment on ANGEL’S face is apparent as CONNOR reaches the bottom of the stairs.
ANGEL: “Oh.”
CONNOR: “Figure it wouldn’t really be fair with me being all X-man, y‘know?”
ANGEL: “Still…it could be fun…maybe if you just…”
SPIKE: “Tuck it back a little?”
ANGEL: “Shut up Spike.”
CONNOR: Not really big on the whole Smallville thing.”
ANGEL: “Oh…so, uh…”
CONNOR (dryly): “Why am I here?”
ANGEL: “Nothing wrong with checking in on your old man.”
SPIKE: “Uh, yeah. Right.”
SPIKE : “What is it then - need some help killing a big bad or some other big ugly?”
CONNOR (reaching into his backpack): “Well, yeah…sorta.”
SPIKE: (enthusiastic) Nice!
ILLYRIA suddenly steps forward in front of ANGEL moving toward CONNOR to attack.
ILLYRIA: “The offspring craves blood.”
CONNOR lets out a sigh and then bats ILLYRIA across the room like she was nothing with his free arm.
CONNOR: (pulling out a metallic stake) “Not yours Zuul.”
ANGEL: “CONNOR!”
CONNOR then tosses out the metallic stake into SPIKE’S chest who then drops to the ground writhing in agony.
ANGEL (enraged): “I don’t know what the hell game you think you’re…”
CONNOR reaches into his backpack once again.
CONNOR: “You really think I don’t know, how lame this is?”
CONNOR: “Brand new season, but the plots basically the same.”
He pulls out a wooden stake, examines it and then tosses his backpack to the floor.
CONNOR: “But herein lies the twist:”
CONNOR: “This time, I really am the good guy and if I don’t walk away with your dust… “
CONNOR: “Everyone dies.”
END TEASER
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If you wrote a submission that was not this, don't worry. We will accept the one that you submited as it seems that our instructions were not clear enough. But from now on we require that the submissions follow the appropraite format. If you submit something that does not follow the guidelines you will be asked to rewrite it completly.
Thank you for your time everyone.
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Post by Inyan on Jul 1, 2005 20:53:10 GMT
We are once again looking for your writing submissions. If you like what you've seen so far and feel that you would like to contribute please submit your sample to me, Inyan, via PM. We are looking for +- 10 new writers to join the team. So get writing!!
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