Storytelling
These are samples of the latest work I have done at Full Sail University, as a creative writing student. For someone used to covered hard (and true) news, the opportunity of writing fiction and working with Adobe tools for movies and audio was an oasis. I also enjoyed adapting flash-fiction to film scripts using Final Draft. Sit back and enjoy!
Flash fiction
Trapped in an elevator with a stranger
The man stepped out of the elevator with a neutral expression and a shoulder bag. He was polite enough to warn me:
– Don’t get in this one, it’s stuck on this floor.
I thanked him for the tip and waited beside him for the next one. It was the fourteenth floor, and I had just left a doctor’s appointment. When the next empty elevator arrived, we stepped in together. I was already calculating my day: fifteen minutes to get to work, just the right time to leave mid-afternoon, enough time to take one kid to gymnastics and the other to swimming class.
Then came the jolt—two floors down, into a void. The elevator stopped. So did my breathing.
Flash fiction
The betrayal
The doorbell rang and Stella Bennet answered with a glass of scotch
in her hand.
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“You don’t usually drink in the morning,” the man in the doorway said.
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“Come in, Ethan. We need to talk,” Stella said. Her eyes were from crying, although she tried to look better with a vivid red lipstick that contrasted nicely with the blondness of her short Twiggy-styled hair.
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They sat outside the room, where the air was better. Ethan lit a cigarette.
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“I heard the news about your new love affair on the set. All the others were not from where I worked. So, tell me, who she is,” Stella demanded.
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Flash fiction
The storm in me
“So, how did you find me, Officer Cooper?” I ask.
“I’ll propose you a deal, Marina: tell me your motives and I then you
will find out.”
"I walked down the stairs of the building where I was tested to check whether the in-vitro fertilization worked. Back in the 90s, IVF was a new treatment with less than a 15% chance of success, but I was more than positive. I knew it in my heart. I just needed to see it written down.
Earlier that day, I even shopped at Sears for newborn clothes and diapers. We had chosen names: Kyle for a boy. Amanda if it was a girl.
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Flash fiction with script
The key in (not) translation
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I was assigned to live with a local family for 2 weeks in Berlin. When I arrived this petite lady on her 50ths opens the door. She had a hat on and white sneakers. The apartment was a total mess. Doors were out of their places, propped on the walls, there were gallons of paint along the hallway, pieces of wood everywhere. The hosts had decided to renovate the entire house during my stay (maybe using the government payment for having me over). It seemed like everything was out of place.
Script writing
Cover it with mud
This is a script for a short film of a middle age woman having a panic attack while she calls her therapist and friend.
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If you want to read the script let me know and I will e-mail it to you!
Flash fiction (published)
Bluish fingers
On that night, when Juruna was on his hammock, he read the starts in a different way. Natives in South America have this obsession over the sky and the stars for they are divine. But at that point, he was studying his way out.
In few hours, his task would be the toughest he has ever had since he was recognized a tribe’s warrior: carrying his grandfather in his own arms until they got to the nearest health care facility would be an epic piece of work.
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Content creation / Design
Poster
The client wanted a poster with information on movies, TV, radio and entertainment choices for the weekend.
I decided to mix a little of everything.
