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Saturday, March 18, 2006

From "151 Seconds" by Douglas Serven

EXT. - SNOWY WOODED ROAD - DUSK Pregnant, exhausted woman walking through the dark woods. She hears someone approaching and is frightened. She runs. She peers over her shoulder and can barely make out two figures. She runs faster and more out of control. She looks back again, hits a low branch and falls down a hill. The snow crunching under footsteps grows louder.

INT. - BARN - DAY Alternating streams of milk squirt into a metal pail. Two young, female hands work the utter of a cow as the streams of milk resound off the metal bucket.

Posted by Fussell at 3:03 PM

say... this sounds like an exciting beginning to an incredible story!!! wow.

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