I’ve been sitting in the Starbucks on Geenfield and the 60 for about two and a half hours, working solely on “Goodbye, Marla”. After all this work and editing, I nearly got a case of cold feet. My nervousness almost kept me from submitting the story to a few online magazines that are currently accepting submissions. But, I talked myself back into it, and three copies of “Marla” have traveled the vast expanse of the internet to find the inboxes of three magazine Editors!
So, if you follow College Lit Mags (I know, I don’t either) you will hopefully see my story in The Gila River Review, The Blue Guitar Magazine, and The Porter Gulch Review in the coming year!
Now, down to business! It is Original Work time! A small preface before I let you get at the screenplay. This story is my first foray into the world of Fantasy, and takes place in a world entirely of my creation. None of that is evident in the small scene I’ll be posting here, but it will help you with the town names and character names. I do intend to novelize these characters, and have the entire plot outlined in my mind. It’s just that, with my other novel taking precedence, Jordinn’s story has fallen by the wayside.
Also, remember that screenplay format is ridiculous and not really designed to be a pleasurable read. Also, WordPress doesn’t want to play nice, so forgive the awkward formatting here.
Anyway, enough chit chat on my part- Enjoy!
EXT. DIRT PATH LEADING INTO A SMALL VILLAGE- DAY
JORDINN, a tall man, thin and scruffy, wanders into
town. All the windows and doors on the thatched huts
are closed. There are no people save for one man
standing in the middle of the street. Tall, bald, and
menacing, the man carries a flail.
JORDINN notices movement in the dilapidated houses. The
people are watching. JORDINN raises his hands in peace.
I mean no your village no harm.
He looks around the town.
I am a traveler from the City
seeking to aid the nation’s ailing
The villagers start murmuring at once.
The City sent you?
No. The City is too foolish to see
its borders and its people are
JORDINN pauses, looking at a woman and her child
peeking through a window.
Or it is too arrogant to care.
Villagers open their doors, stepping onto their
porches. Most nod in agreement with JORDINN’s words.
Except the BALD MAN.
We have heard news of villages
He glares at JORDINN, teeth bared.
You expect me to attack your entire
I’m good, but not THAT good, my
And if you’re a scout?
We can stand all night in the street
if you’d like, but I promise you, no
bandits follow me.
OLD MAN (OC)
An OLD MAN with a pronounced limp steps out onto the street, addressing the
OLD MAN (CONT’D)
This lad seems honest enough.
He turns to JORDINN, smiling.
OLD MAN (CONT’D
What’s your name boy?
JORDINN eases his hands back to his sides turning
to the OLD MAN.
I am MATHIAS, this brute is ULNAAR.
MATHIAS smiled, welcoming JORDINN to the town.
Let’s have a drink!
JORDINN follows MATHIAS, as ULNAAR falls in behind him,
INT. TAVERN- DAY
The three men sit at a round table, as MATHIAS orders
drinks. ULNAAR continues to look unhappy.
You said you’re helping the
I’ve spent the last five years
traveling Courdelon, helping in
any way I can.
JORDINN sips his pint of ale. MATHIAS has a foam
mustache from his gulp of ale, while ULNAAR has yet to
What villages have seen your help?
Many. Falroth, Irmire, and
Erlebrook were the most recent
towns I visited.
ULNAAR jumps up, spilling his tankard.
Erlebrook was hit two days ago, and
Irmire the last full moon!
JORDINN looks at each man in turn, confused.
I stayed over an entire Cycle in
Erlebrook tending their crops. I only left
a fortnight ago!
ULNAAR turns to MATHIAS.
This man brings trouble! Two of the towns he
“helped” have been ravaged!
Ravaged? Were there any survivors?
Two women with their children, and
several orphans they found along the
MATHIAS frowns into his tankard. JORDINN holds his head
in his hands for a moment, before rummaging through his
pack. He withdraws a withered yellow parchment and
unrolls it on the table.
In shaky letters town names are written, and cities
drawn. It is JORDINN’s personal map of the nation.
The men spend a half hour discussing what villages were
hit when. JORDINN marks the trail of the pillagers.
They’re going to hit Draden next.
That’s only a day’s ride from here!
JORDINN looks at ULNAAR, then back at MATHIAS.
Will your men ride with me to
Men? What men? This is a small
village of farmers. We have more
livestock than we do men!
I will ride with you.
JORDINN turns to ULNAAR, shocked.
All right. Gather as many men as
you can, and your best horses. We
MATHIAS sat, flabbergasted, as ULNAAR and JORDINN left
to prepare for their rescue of Draden.