Azera
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- May 13, 2013
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- Interested in Language
- Native Language
- Swedish
- Home Country
- Sweden
- Current Location
- Sweden
So... I'm writing my first script ever, and since I barely read any books I have no clue as to how good I actually am at writing. I am 19-years-old and English isn't my mother-tongue. Can I ever become a good writer?
FADE IN:
EXT. THE PEACEFUL GRASSLANDS - DAWN
Against the canvas of the cloudless bright orange sky, a majestic WHITE EAGLE beats its wings. It lets out a squeaking cry as it ascends and then drops into a gliding stance.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (S.O.)
For you, this is an endless vista of beauty wrapping the fruitful grasslands. For me, it is far more.
These lands are old and ancient. Their history far exceeds the dusty scrolls in the Halls of Wisdom. One could not fathom the rivers of blood that has dredged the soil on these grounds. So much conflict and bloodshed shaped by the animosity of man. Bloodied and battered, men stood here as the bulwark of their beliefs.
EAGLE'S POV:
The eagle peacefully glides north towards the snow-capped mountaintops of Qutza in Arctic Ridge.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
Bloodied and battered they stood adamant side by side with their brothers on these very grounds waving their banners, hoping it was their last march into battle. ..
The footsteps of your forebears shaped the rugged passes in those mountains. Oh, the history of these lands is vibrant, so vivid that one can almost hear the battle cries echo off the steep mountainside.
AGLE'S POV:
As the eagle makes a smooth turn gliding towards the barren Dryland Steppes in the west, a strong reflection of the quiet river Indo dims its sight.
ithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
What lies ahead is the Dryland Steppes. Once a fruitful region inhabited by farmers... No one really knows what happened here. One day a very sudden and mysterious climate change hit this land, and since then it has been plagued by the evergrowing drought that now overwhelms most parts of it.
The eagle circles the barren fields, and then flaps its tremendous white wings and gains momentum as it falls into a gliding stance back eastward towards the Peaceful Grasslands. It stops by the river Indo, finally coming to rest atop the steel bastion of the oak bridge.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
A long forgotten benefactor built this steel-fortified oak bridge as the only connection between Dryland Steppes and the mainland for the settlers who chose to emigrate as the land turned barren.
FADE IN:
EXT. THE PEACEFUL GRASSLANDS - DAWN
Against the canvas of the cloudless bright orange sky, a majestic WHITE EAGLE beats its wings. It lets out a squeaking cry as it ascends and then drops into a gliding stance.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (S.O.)
For you, this is an endless vista of beauty wrapping the fruitful grasslands. For me, it is far more.
These lands are old and ancient. Their history far exceeds the dusty scrolls in the Halls of Wisdom. One could not fathom the rivers of blood that has dredged the soil on these grounds. So much conflict and bloodshed shaped by the animosity of man. Bloodied and battered, men stood here as the bulwark of their beliefs.
EAGLE'S POV:
The eagle peacefully glides north towards the snow-capped mountaintops of Qutza in Arctic Ridge.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
Bloodied and battered they stood adamant side by side with their brothers on these very grounds waving their banners, hoping it was their last march into battle. ..
The footsteps of your forebears shaped the rugged passes in those mountains. Oh, the history of these lands is vibrant, so vivid that one can almost hear the battle cries echo off the steep mountainside.
AGLE'S POV:
As the eagle makes a smooth turn gliding towards the barren Dryland Steppes in the west, a strong reflection of the quiet river Indo dims its sight.
ithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
What lies ahead is the Dryland Steppes. Once a fruitful region inhabited by farmers... No one really knows what happened here. One day a very sudden and mysterious climate change hit this land, and since then it has been plagued by the evergrowing drought that now overwhelms most parts of it.
The eagle circles the barren fields, and then flaps its tremendous white wings and gains momentum as it falls into a gliding stance back eastward towards the Peaceful Grasslands. It stops by the river Indo, finally coming to rest atop the steel bastion of the oak bridge.
Mithayas Sagewhisper (O.S.)
A long forgotten benefactor built this steel-fortified oak bridge as the only connection between Dryland Steppes and the mainland for the settlers who chose to emigrate as the land turned barren.