The Bouncing Babes

I'm working on a story with a Sally, Maude, and a Megan. Maude is lonely so she feeds Sally's family of ten tomato soup cuz that's the only thing they eat. Then afterwards they go to Megan's who has a fat uncle that bounces them all on his knees cuz Megan's in the trapeze family.

I will keep you informed.

Octoberbaby

Octoberbaby. A victim myself to losing a baby. Drugged, forced, almost died. Baby forgives me. Forgive urself.

Poem for My Darling Jesse

Life's treasures come from what brings you the most joy in life.
For this, you are my joy.
You are my sense.
You are my ability.
You are and have been my last chance
at life.
For this, I will always be grateful to you.

From Mom

Updated Sample Script 'The Virtuous Woman'

Left out a juicy major scene because of time allotted and still formatting. http://lorijeanswritings.writersresidence.com/samples/sample-script-the-virtuous-woman

Sample Script 'The Virtuous Woman'

THE VIRTUOS WOMAN

Written by

Lori Finnila

INT. – 40’s – 50’s ERA – LIVING ROOM - DAY

Celia (17) is leaning on a mantle crying and rubbing wounds on her. Blood is pouring down her face. The light is dim.  

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.

GUY

(Blood on clothes. Has a fierce look on his face.)

GUY - "So what are we going to do about the baby?”

GIRL

(Blood on her hands. Smitten look on her face.)

GIRL - “This makes things more complicated. Director’s name can’t find out. We made a deal. You better make sure it goes through. Miss Pipsy winks isn’t going to get all she wants. She can cry and moan and play her little girl thing to the rooftops and beyond…… it’s not going to do her any good anymore.

INT. CELIA’S OLD APARTMENT - DAY

Things are strewn everywhere.

Some clothes draped about the room in silks and pale, vibrant colors, some mauves.

Sun is shining everywhere particularly hitting on a picture of Celia.

Luxurious bedding with crystal about and gold knobs everywhere.

Phone rings. …. Answers it.

Name

(Holding Celia’s dress, an item he gave to her. Look of concern on his face.)

Oh, hello…… I’m sorry, ….  my mind is not on what you are saying. This isn’t a good time now. No,…. I haven’t seen Celia.

EXT. - FLASHBACK – PIER – DAY

Celia (14) is walking off in the hands of the director as she looks over her shoulder seeing her father wipe his tears away.

INT. – DIRECTORS BEDROOM – NIGHT

Orgy going on between director and many women. Celia now 17 sits by the window looking out at the stars and sky. She has no interest in what is going on. Women become aggressive and fight. Director does not notice all this. Drugs, alcohol, money, lots of expensive clothes and jewelry everywhere.

 GIRL – Look at Ms. Pissy Pants over there.

2^nd Girl – She thinks she’s going to start something. She can act up all she wants doing her thing all the way to the rooftops and beyond and she’s still not going to get her way.

Director looks over at the confusion and then over to Celia to throw his usual astonishing smile toward her and then continues with what he is doing.

EXT. – STREET – DAY

Celia gets into a cab with……  He touches her and she can’t help but to let him continue. They exit the cab together.

INT. OUTSIDE CELIA’S APARTMENT – DAY

(Celia is panting as he is pressing her up against her door.)

CELIA – Would you like to come in? He pushes past her pulling her in slightly and shutting the door

Man is on top of her and having sex with her a bit roughly. Celia’s face is a bit surprised.

MAN – This is what you wanted isn’t it.

Celia’s face looks surprised.

CELIA – Yes it is.

EXT. – OUTSIDE CELIA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Name is walking down her steps and hails a cab. Cab pulls up and he gets in. His phone rings.

Hello. It’s done.         

Hangs his phone up.

Name - …… studios. Closest to directors name.

INT. – DRESSING ROOM AT …. STUDIOS – DAY

Bunch of girls are all scurrying to get ready to film.

Director walks by film crew and the dressing room. He looks in and then keeps walking. He looks at his assistant director that is now walking by.

(He has a concerned look on his face or sounding concerned.)

Name – Have you seen Celia?

Dressed in khaki’s with his glasses sitting on top his head.

Name – No, I haven’t.

Name – Ok, well then. Carry on  good ol’ chap. I’ll catch up with you. She’s not going to make it for the shooting today, MY STAR ACTRESS!

Assistant Director tips his hand at him as though it was a hat, looking at him curiously and walks away.

INT. DIRECTORS OFFICE – DAY

Bad guy is in there. He is looking at all the pictures of him and Celia since she was brought there. They are all loving pictures of the two of them. Some are taken in her shooting outfits.

(He startles.)

Bad Girl – What are you doing in here?                                                                                                         

(She scurries in to him.)

BAD GUY – I’m checking out my opponent.

BAD GIRL – Fine. Now you have to leave.

(She picks up one of the pictures of Celia and Director on the desk.)

Director enters. She jumps taking a breath in.

DIRECTOR – Woe, sorry there Bad Girl. I didn’t mean to startle you.

(He gazingly looks toward the photo.)

DIRECTOR – Yes, that’s my star. My Celia. Have you seen her?

(Looking as though she’s hiding something.)

BAD GIRL – No, I haven’t.

(Puzzled)

DIRECTOR – Okay. Thank you. He kisses her on the forehead. Be sure not to be late on the set.

Bad Girl smiles and walk off with her usual slant as he watches it on her as she walks away, his puzzled look carries on.

INT. – LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 

Celia is getting a bunch of her things together into a suitcase that is torn that she has found. Glasses filled with remnants of old drugs from the days before sit on tables and furniture in the room.

(She begins to sob softly. You can hear Bad Girl and Bad Guy coming down the alley.)

CELIA – I have to get out of here.

(She scurries to an open window that leads to an enclosed part of the alley that is hidden behind a dumpster. She pulls herself through pulling the suitcase with her. She hides behind the dumpster.

EXT. – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

BAD GIRL – That bitch!! She got out of the ropes.

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

BAD GIRL – Stupid! You obviously didn’t give her ENOUGH!!

(Celia makes a dash out from behind the dumpster and runs past them in the room. They go after her. There is a fight between them. Celia bites and scratches so hard she is able to get away from them.)

                                                                                  

EXT. – GRASSY MEADOW – DAY

(Celia wakes up and finds herself outside on the grass of a place that she is not familiar with. She looks at her new wounds and her bulging belly now that shows so well. She feels pain. She hold her stomach as she screams as she delivers the baby.)

CELIA – Oooooh!!!

INT. – SET – DAY

(Bad Girl is dressed in Celia’s shooting outfit. She caresses Director’s hair and face.)

BAD GIRL – Aw Director, do you think I could fill in for Celia today? She is so late and we can’t find her anywhere. She didn’t even show up yesterday.

(Director looks over the scratches on her hand.)

DIRECTOR – Yes. You’d better cover those scratches up from the strawberry patch I presume you tried to get into by the rose bushes outside. CARRY ON everyone!! Lights!!

EXT. – GRASSY FIELD – DAY

(Celia coddles baby as she notices the lights shining up from below. She realizes how close she is to the studio. Limping now she puts the baby under her sweater and begins to run toward the light all the way down through all the shrubbery and grassy field to the street. Panting she crosses the street and with the sound of commotion meets the Director’s eyes. Tears fall down from them.)

DIRECTOR - Well I never thought you’d show my love.

CELIA – I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

(She opens her sweater up to hand the baby to him. He looks at her and then the baby as a tear comes to his eye.)

DIRECTOR – I see you’ve been busy. I guess I have been too much myself. If there is one thing I have learned is the importance of love and who and what is important in life. And you Celia, and now my son, are the two most important people in my life.

(He holds the baby up high as Celia smiles.)

DIRECTOR – Everyone this is my son. And this IS my wife, Celia, if she’ll have this stupid ol’ chap as a husband.

(He looks to her.)

DIRECTOR – Will you Celia? Will you be my night and day, my shining armor as I have tried to be for you all these years, and have miserably failed?

CELIA – I will. But I don’t need a shining armor anymore. I am the virtuous woman that you made me.

(She looks at him and the Bad Girl and the Bad Guy and turns around to walk out. The sun shines down on her. She looks back one more time over her shoulder.

THE END

Where is Home? Redone

Where is Home?

By Lori Finnila

Walking into the library today I was met with the vision of droves of dirty, poor, ripped-clothed people piling into a just opened double library door. I had many mixed emotions shocking me staring me straight in my face. Fast back to a time when I sat on my grade-school front lawn with remembrances of creamy devil cakes in my lunch box and smiles on the playground at lunch time now this being the only place I had for quiet to sit and think. At that time most of my belongings were scattered, some in friends’ basements - embarrassingly now somewhat unorganized to the previous detail of a home in a sound mind; I found myself a woman of no profession or skill to support myself. I had no home but was being offered a nestled bed in return for breakfast in the morning by men.  My dad, where his taxes had no need for me to apply for financial aid now, now offered assistance for college. But where my seven years from exhaustion trying to survive had run me out of any strength I had and of any sound mind what he said to me had no meaning at all. I couldn’t think straight at that time to make any rational decisions. My mind and body was at its weariest.

My last night sleeping in a safe, solid foundation left me on a floor of my ex-boyfriend’s (who threw me out for what expectations he thought we had and what aspirations he felt I should have) wrapped in the drapes he left behind. My head had been banged hard against his SUV (paid in cash) in our last argument.

We played a single game of darts to be the only thing we had in common that day. I enjoyed it because I remembered how skillfully my hand would throw the dart to the thin board that it barely caught upon. It brought back warm feelings growing up of a heated cellar and the overly brightened tiles that didn’t hold the end of the point of the dart well because the depth of the dartboard was too thin. My head tightly pressed against the expensive cushions of my father’s speakers, music searing gratefully into me in our living room, I rest assured because I knew where my next meal was coming from. I could still smell my mom’s clean, crisp sheets as I lay in bed with thought, yet bypassing to grab the light, white sheet and lay it upon me on a summer’s night after she took them off the clothes line from hanging them the morning before. The 45’s spinning while my brother and I go-goed on beds and toy boxes using hair brushes and combs as microphones singing backup to my sister as she took the lead in our bedroom. I guess the homelessness in my mind was the mixed emotions from what I had missed and feared the most in my life.

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The Miracle - Redone

The Miracle

By Lori Jean Finnila

I plunged both hands of mine into the water; it was shallow with darker sand than normal. The hands were face down with not one inch not submerged in the water. With little bubbles from the water that was rushing further out from me, I felt the release coming through my body - magic flowing through me as my body could feel relief. I don’t know if it was exactly all emotional or both physical and emotional – but it was definitely relief. I wondered if anyone could hear or see what I was doing. I could see some people from far out but I don’t think they noticed. I would always try to hide further into the woods along the river when I would do this. I would probably be put away if they did, but I had to do this. I knew this now. I reached someone.

My angels, a CIA matter, I don’t know, I was searching for a miracle and water always brought it. I was taught that water was freeing. When you’re so far out from others, as I was and felt everything matters, every little thing. I would see the angels coming in and out so often now flying through me and all the cracks in my head almost in full figure now. Sometimes I felt so superior to others; I wondered or at least was sure at times that dying is a goddess thing because it brings you closer to heaven and all the power in charge, and now I had it with me.

I kept getting sicker; my head kept throbbing. There seemed to be nothing anyone could do. That’s when the angels started to come. We conversed often too, me and the angels. I was friends with so many it didn’t matter to me anymore. It used to; I didn’t know who they were. Sometimes, if them, when they would come in they would look like aliens and suck and zap as they would draw energy to me by putting something down my throat as I would feel some sort of relief. I was so mystified, though I couldn’t belief I had the strength to even feel this as this instance of happening was taking me away on such a magical journey. I was always told to close my eyes so I wouldn’t get scared. Sometimes I would peek to see such large bug-like looking eyes that loved upon me and brought me hope of life. They always told me where to go.

The last and final time would be Amsterdam. I made that day with the boats in the river, the clothes on lines, my granddad’s presence being there. As I submerged my hands for life in exchange for a soul trapped the transformation of his body came through me, my hero transpired to a more powerful place, where he would always be – and here where I would remain. 

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