The Sayings Part 18
After every victory you'll have more enemies..
Man is the most dangerous game of all.
After every victory you'll have more enemies..
For every poison there is an antidote..
When you've got everything, you've got everything to lose..
Luck has a way of evening out..
No sacrifice, no victory..
If you really want to know what someone is really like, see who they are envious of..
Even the smallest weed can find its place between the rocks..
One mistake doesn't mean you've failed..
When going for the moon aim for the stars..
If it sounds too good to be true... then it probably is..
It is as hard to give an apology as it is to accept one..
Never wound what you can't kill..
Play with fire and you'll get burnt.
If it's not going to be done right, then it's not worth doing..
4. You talk about tomorrow but you've only got today..
3. The more you see the less you know..
2. You don't know what you have until it's gone..
Hello, I'm making my posts a lot shorter. Enjoy 1. Danger is no stranger..
Ext. Above the pier, barren road leading to a back alley - midday The man cuts diagonally across the street into a back alley, Karl right by his side.
The shot zooms out to show Karl and the man running along under the pier and The Rats marching along above the pier. The man and dog are running as fast as possible.
The third, enjoy. INT. Kitchen - midday This is a dream sequence, which took place about 4 years earlier. The man's wife burst through the door, screaming at a young man.
This is part 2, hope you all enjoy. The dog moves to his masters side. The shot zooms back and we see that the man and dog are under a bridge near the waters edge. This has been there bed for tonight.
This is my new screenplay, I will post small updates. EXT. Under a pier - midday A homeless man awakens from a rough night sleep. An old German shepherd (Karl) lies in his lap.
In the distance my eyes were drawn to a shabby shepherd's hut. It reminded me of my childhood and my long gone father.
I advanced onwards, in the silence, as the sun began to set; contriving the sense of cessation, like a tired machine halting to its tranquil standstill..
As her head fell into the nook of my neck, like a feather flowing to the earth. My eyes widen and my countenance grew. How one could dismiss this sensation, baffles me.
This is a little bit of Hector Troy, if you like it I may continue. Silence all around me. Then the whine of the wind came slithering up on me.