Writing Sample by Brad Havens
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Hellooo! Thanks for checking out this little bit from COOKER - hope it makes you curious...
The Setup: Catcher has been pressing Cooker for the secret to time travel until, in a moment of frustration, Cooker gives him this to chew on:
But, slow down a minute -
You see? Pointless! So, let’s stick to our deal -
You got secrets, Cooker, and I want ‘em.
Secrets? I’ll tell you something everybody knows, but still treats like a secret, how about that? If you wrap your head around that, maybe there’s some hope for you.
Catcher nods eagerly, then watches as Cooker draws a short line in the sand.
See the line? Imagine that’s your entire life span, right? The whole thing, start to finish, and everything you know and understand about the world wherein you live through time and space is embodied in this line. All the desert surrounding your lifespan, and moving alongside your lifespan that you are not aware of moving, moves through time and space with you. With me so far?
Good, now here’s the important part - pay attention.
Cooker scoops up the line of sand, holding it in his two hands. He holds it up to catcher’s face, who looks from it to Cooker, not understanding.
You see my hands, and how the sand - how the universe, well part of it anyway - is held in my hands? It reacts to my hands, affecting universal size and shape, right? Now comprehend this:
Cooker gestures like he’s going to blow the sand in Catcher’s face, but turns at the last, and blows it into the sunlight. The cloud of dust blooms and drifts to the ground.
INSERT GFX: INFINITE STARS & PLANETS IN UNIVERSE SPREADING OUTWARD THROUGH SPACE.
(COOKER MONOLOGUE CONTINUES AS VO THROUGH VFX TO...)
DESERT - SAME
Catcher looks a little confused as Cooker hits the punchline.
Linear time means nothing to the infinite! Even if you did somehow manage to survive the experience without going completely insane- which is highly improbable- no other person in your little sphere of influence would be capable of comprehending whatever you tried to tell them about it! You might as well be insane for all they could grasp of your experience. It’s not worth it, no, let’s stick to the deal, and just get me what I need so I can go on.
Cooker moves to inspect the crates. Catcher watches him, tense. He makes a quick gesture to his crew.
Cooker rifles through the last crate.
Hey- where’s my shotgun shells?
He looks up to find himself alone.