short film script


“… Weren’t nothin’ they could do for the demons tho’. Ain’t no operation for the mind. Them predator’s the nastiest of all. The teeth’s chasin’ the tail. Tail lashed up ‘gainst the teeth. The teeth an’ the tail hatin’ each other like they don’t belong to the same body. And all them other thoughts in her mind git cramped up ‘gainst the sides, ‘cos them demons just get too big. Fear’s the biggest feed of all. Them demons grow an’ grow in to one thought ‘till they possess her mind right up, ‘till they ain’t NO mind left t’ speak of…”


From a monologue by Laura in my short film script: A Perfect Day

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