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Death Jungle III
by Owen Dawson
Feature Length Screenplay
Disgraced former action star John Danger wants nothing more to rekindle his past screen glory. When his final shot at on-screen glory goes horribly wrong, John must battle a former on-screen rival in the real world. (93 pages)
Yesterday's Joe
by Owen Dawson
Short Screenplay
Joe has it all. Money, expensive clothing, and a job wooing beautiful women at the largest host club in Japan. Life as a host can has a lot of perks, but what happens when it starts to collapse? (19 pages)
Style Samples
"Is" - Owen Dawson
Dexter is stressed.
Dexter is stressed because the only person who gives him more shit on a daily basis than his boss is his wife.
Dexter is stressed because his little girl has leukemia and a job at OfficeMax wont pay for treatment.
Dexter is stressed, so he’s gaining weight and smoking. Dexter’s wife won’t put out for a fat smoker.
So, when Dexter gets really stressed, he takes a bus upstate and does unmentionable things to farm animals.
Angela is happy.
Angela is happy because her evil she-bitch of a mother finally kicked the bucket.
Angela is happy because she gets half of her mother’s money.
Angela is happy because she can finally leave her mothers apartment.
Angela is happy because at age forty-five, she can finally live her own life. Angela is happy because the symptoms shouldn’t start for another five years.
Angela hopes she has enough time left.
Ritchie is busy.
Ritchie is busy because he is preparing for the arrival of the overlords of Zendar V.
Ritchie is busy, so he has to beg more to buy supplies. Ritchie knows that the overlords are coming. He can feel it in his head bones.
Ritchie is busy. He is looking on the ground for two more quarters. Ritchie needs fifty more cents so he can make the sacrifice.
Ritchie looks at the people walking about. Why can’t they hear the warnings? Why can’t they see the signs?
Ritchie decides that they must be busy preparing too.
Ritchie goes back to picking up quarters.
Regret
By Quinn Dawson
Black as the void behind the stars
your nails press out from inside my scars
You live in me, you always will
A parasite, my soul, my ill
You taught me fear, and with it strife
But your essence brought my words to life
I have forgiven, but will not forget
My pain, your lessons
Your price, regret.
Selfish
By Quinn Dawson
Missing: You
Descripton: Tender eyes, bright soul, a depth of unique complexity I can hardly fathom.
If Found: Please, return.
Dinner 11/4/14
By Quinn Dawson
Your presence is so, I am given pause to draw my next breath. For my hope is to remain here, in the space between breaths, suspended, drifting weightless.
The words fight to leap from my chest only to be snatched from the air and your ears by my lips. Cowards that they are.
I feel as though your sun has brought with it the wind itself to fill my sails. Your siren call has gripped the depths of my heart and has thrust it through my tongue. Your beauty gives life to my dead words. My life shall give your beauty to the world.
Shutters
By Quinn Dawson
My body is beset upon by winds
the howling bellows of my abdomen
the shrieking terror of my limbs
this crumbling mass falls from grace
returning to the air again.
A Letter to Someone Who Doesn't Exist
By Quinn Dawson
( Text Detail from a painting of the same same)
C,
I trusted you as the caretaker of my heart. I poured into you my world, and you devoured me. I had never, and have not since, loved another in the way I did you. I'm not sure you ever loved me at all. You were the first to show me how to heal. And yet, to this day, with just a word I would burn my life to the ground to belong to you again. My love, you are my greatest fear, my secret dream, my darkest ambition, and the eternal matriarch of my soul. I will never forget you, and possibly never forgive you.
Love always,
Your Fool
Black Smith
By Quinn Dawson
Once heard of a blacksmith
The best there could be
Because he traded his eyes
For hands that could see
Embers
By Quinn Dawson
Your impish grin as you pass by
Our story cast, the faceless die
You stoke the fires long burned low
I heed the roar, the spark, the glow.