I've been thinking about this one for a long time. It was brought on by a personal experience. It was dusk, almost dark, and I was driving home. Coming out of the mountains and into the valley where I lived, there was a very foreign site of odd shaped hills on the other side of the valley, and a shallow lake that dries up over summer. It all looked dead. As a kid I used to love hiking and backpacking in the local canyons near my home. I sometimes hike at night. I vivid remember the dead summer weeds and small stones crunching under my feet. I remember a felling of isolation and a weird sense of loneliness. As I looked at the foreign landscape, my memories of nigh hiking flooded me, giving me a fantasy. What if I were hiking toward the hills, experiencing my night hikes as a kid, and the walk never ended? I would become so devastatingly lonely that I would welcome the most irritating human in existence, and would be overwhelmed in jubilation over the presence of life and precious companionship.The scenario fascinated me.
In the story, we see a mysterious walking in a similar landscape in early dark. His face is deeply lined and chiseled. He talks to us off screen. He doesn't know how long he's been walking, oe for how long. He doesn't know where he is or how he got there, but he figures that there was a way, therefore there is a way out. This thought motivates him to keep going. One morning he wakes up and there is a small boy sitting near him. He recognizes the boy from third grade. He hated the kid He always wanted to play jacks oe something stupid. None of the other kids would play with him either. He was a geeky loner. Still, our protagonist is ecstatic to see him. However, the man reverts his old self and berates the kid as being a stupid pussy. He can't control it. The boy picks up his jacks and walks away. The man attempts to stop him, apologizing and begging. The boy suddenly runs impossibly fast, disappearing into the dark landscape. The man continues his long walk.
As the man sleeps again, we see a flashback of him at home wearing a bathrobe, watching TV, just finishing a Cup-O-Soup. He's also working on a beer and a cigarette. We notice a healing incision running from his right ankle to his groin, and another on his chest. It's apparent that he's recovering from recent bypass surgery. His mother calls, wanting to come over and check on him. He blows her off. He tells her that his nurse was there yesterday, and he had to listen to her blather on about her goddamned kids. Our protagonist is not a ice guy. He wakes up on the ground and resumes walking. After a while a man appears ten feet in front of him. There is something about the stranger that is unsettling. He stops walking. The stranger walks up to him. He's quite friendly, and seems to have a dry sense of humor. He's also the devil. He reminds our man that he turned away everyone who cared about him, or wanted to be near him. He rejected their love, choosing isolation instead. The devil tells him that since he wanted isolation, he's getting his wish. You see? Hell ain't so bad. No fire. No pitchforks, just a desire come true. You, and you alone own this entire dead planet., so walk... in eternal isolation. The devil disappears and our tired protagonist resumes his long walk.
I've already written the bulk of this. I'm interested in knowing if this is something people would like and want to watch it, or should I stuff into my file cabinet next to my overdue car registration.
Thanks!

Hey Kenneth,
This was interesting. I'm noticing parallels with the story of Sisyphus and Milton's Paradise Lost. I would be interested in learning more about our protagonist, the conversations that entail these "flashbacks" and a little more fleshing out of why those particular memories are important to the story. The visual of a hike in isolation, everything dead surrounding, gives me a hint of dystopia (whether literal or metaphorical) and I think that concept can be a great tool to exploring the characterization of the protagonist!
How much have you written? How many words/pages?
Hi Sean,
I've only written 11 or 12 pages. Every time I open the file i end up making changes to what I have. I like that you get an apocalyptic feel about the hike, although it's not about an apocalypse. Perhaps you could consider this to be the man's personal apocalypse. I've expanded the role of the boy a bit. He joins the man's journey, but it doesn't take long for the man to go from being grateful for the presence of another human being to allowing his irritation of the boy to get the best of him. I'm at the point where they find a good spot to sleep. When the man wakes up the boy will be gone. He blew it.
I don't invision this going over 20 pages, although you never know when it starts writing itself. The throughline, or you could say the moral to the story, is that while it's okay to want time alone, being a loner and turning away people who offer their love and friendship has its consequences. The man is trapped wondering across a dead landscape without without the companionship of even a single live blade of grass. The boy is brought to the man as a last chance to embrace companionship after experiencing total isolation. In the end he'll discover that he is in hell, and he is doomed to walk this dead world in total isolation for eternity. My idea is for Satan to arrive and inform the man of his fate. Satan has a sense of humor.
I just finished the screenplay. It's 17 pages, but it's pretty packed for a short film. Would anyone be willing to read it and provide some feedback? Thanks!
Your description of hiking in the canyons reminded me of walking along a dried out river bed at some National Park in Utah. It was daytime, extremely hot but a dry heat without the humidity we get in the Midwest. The ground was rocky and I was wary of turning an ankle and being stranded in the wilderness. A Raven dropped onto a high, rocky ledge gripping a rabbit in its talons, The rabbit in trying to escape, fell off the ledge and broke its neck.
It would have been hellish to keep going for Eternity. Luckily, I didn't have to. Mind you, I liked Utah a lot.
Hope you got your feedback.
Elizabeth