MEMORIES ON THE RUN

This is a poem that will go in my book Memories on the Run to the times when me and my three year old were running and hiding from abuse.

I see the card table, long and steel.

They bring back memories of yards with rocks, stones, and

An odd shaped house.

I’m out front trying to look regular.

The table is all I have to do this.

We have, or present to have a function.

It makes us seem more normal.

We are having a function.

Perhaps a party.

Perhaps we are just playing.

Will the table rust from the weather.

It looks so lonely out there.

Perhaps this table will help us.

It will helps us to bear to new airs.

MY MOVIE PITCH

True Story – An immigrant comes to American and sleeps with the authorities to stay here. Her daughter is portrayed as their daughter to get the men in and out on a regular basis. The daughter becomes pregnant as a teen. She is respected by her peers but racially degraded by her town.  The teen is taken to a large building and the young man who brought her there hands a woman an envelope. Who is the young man? Is he the one who got her pregnant? He proceeds to tell the woman he will sign the papers as the woman makes reference to the fact that the girl is underage. The girl looks bewildered by all of this. What was in the envelope? The young teen is given a drug to make her immobile to her physical thoughts and emotions to force her into an abortion to hide the evidence of the truth of the men's relations with her. Her baby after feeling its kick not too long ago is then dumped into a garbage can as trash-as they have always thought of her. Flash forward to a young woman in her twenties walking the streets of the city having flash backs of her child. She can’t figure out why she can’t get her bearing and why she is having these flash backs. The men to take her down the rest of the way aren’t too far behind. She will go through tantalizing torture of murder attempts with anesthesia and drugs in hospitals, threats of going to jail when she refuses to leave the police station trying to force and investigation, and a trick of theirs that she will never forget that takes her to depths that she’s never seen before. 

Twisted Love by Lori Finnila

INT.  HOSTAGE ROOM - DAY

Woman is leaning on a mantle crying and rubbing wounds on her. Blood is pouring down her face. Shades are almost completely closed. The colors of the room are drab and faded. Some linens are torn. A slightly worn rope is tied to a bedpost of one end, other end is free.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE DOOR IN AN ALLEY – DAY

There is dirt and rubbish in the alley. The alley is narrow but large enough for more than one person to fit through at the same time. The stones are dark on the walls of the alley with graffiti and cigarette burns on it.

The two main characters (Frank and Joan) have blood on their clothes. Joan has blood on her hands also.

FRANK

(Has a fierce look on his face.)

So what are we going to do about the baby?

JOAN

 (Smitten look on her face.)

This makes things more complicated.

(Takes Frank’s hand.)

Do we really have time for this? I know how much you love your victims. I know when they plead it gives you such great pleasure to come to me afterwards. I can feel you coming into me. Please take me….

            (CONT.)

FRANK

(Panting, grabs Joan.)

You’re all I ever wanted. If I have to keep killing for you I will. This is my love for you. There is no love like loving the one you kill. Right?

Woman scurries to an open window that leads to an enclosed part of the alley that is hidden behind a dumpster. She pulls herself through and hides behind the dumpster.

JOAN

That bitch!! She got out of the ropes.

FRANK

She couldn’t have gone far. I gave her too many valiums.

JOAN

Stupid! You obviously didn’t give her ENOUGH!!

The woman makes a dash out from behind the dumpster and runs past them. They go after her. There is a fight between them. The woman bites and scratches. Frank hits her hard on the head. She is somewhat unconscious.

FRANK

You wanted that bitch! I know you wanted it. Tell me you want it!! Cuz I can give it to ya right here and now??!!!

WOMAN

(Barely breathing.)

I… want it….I doooo.

He rips her clothes off and rapes and beats her one more time.

Joan looks on with pleasure.

JOAN

(Smiling.)

We do love her don’t we? It’s my turn next.

(She looks to the woman.)

Oh and by the way, when we’re finished that baby is ours. We’ll love it just as much as we love you.

(CONT.)