Willard Walking.

Once again, not sure what Type to file this under. This will either become an animated short film or a comic book, if it becomes anything at all (how strange that would be). Willard is a developing character of mine. He is shown in this document's imag

Willard is walking.  The background is completely white, silent with the exception of the bird caws.  Suddenly we hear the distant sound of an unidentified thing ripping through the sky.  Quickly the sound becomes louder and more piercing, and we see a man plummet from the (implied) blue, only a few feet from Willard, who slows his pacing and eventually stops, shocked.  The figure lies still, his body (somehow) still intact.  His arms are resting on his chest, like a mentally handicapped person meakly trying to protect his/herself from the world.  A moment passes and Willard slowly approaches.  He stands above the figure, whose face is beaten up and swollen and soaking in blood.  Suddenly, the figure starts heaving desperately.  He spits up red - literally, the film/comic is black and white with the possible exception of the blood, though this has yet to be determined - and desperately gasps for air.  His eyes dart helplessly until he becomes aware of the man standing above him.

 

Figure:  Please - Please help me. 

 

Willard looks back down at the figure, completely unresponsive.

 

Figure:  I need help, please.  I'm dying.

 

The figure continues to gasp desperately.  It seems the air is not quite making it to his lungs.  He becomes increasingly panicked.

 

Willard: ...

 

Figure:  Why - Why won't you help me?!

 

Willard:  I'm sorry.  I have to leave.  I-uh.. I need to leave.  I'm late.  I'm sorry - I'm sorry.  I'm late.

 

Willard mumbles and gets up to leave.  As he turns the figure reaches for him and attempts to lean forward, but his body is too damaged.

 

Figure:  No - please wait!  Please get someone to help me!  Please?!! Pleease?!!

 

As Willard walks away, we see a shot of his face and the figure behind him.  As he gets further away, we hear screams and see mutiple men and women falling from the sky.  The only indication that Willard is hearing any of this is the cringes and contortions on his face as the bodies slap the ground.  It is implied the deaths of the others are instantaneous, but the first figure can still be heard pleading for help.

 

Cut to the next shot, the figure is not pleading anymore.  Everything is quiet and unmoving.

 

The End.

Author's Note

I have never really written anything like this. I want to explain my intentions but I think it might be better to just get input and alter it as I see fit. Tell me what you got from this. Did this affect you? Did it seem pointless? If you felt there WAS a point, what was it?

Reviews

[Writer CW Kirkland]

This was a teaser to me. You were able to grab my attention from the beginning, and I am now curious to know what happens next. While Willard had little to say, his character is intriguing. I want to know what he does for a living. I want to know why people are falling out of the sky. I think Willard did not help the fallen man because he sensed more danger, but he may have been too confused by the situation to just walk away immediately.

I did notice two minor typos:
1) He stands above the figure, whose face his beaten up...(should be "whose face [is] beaten up".)
2) It seems the air is not quite making it to his longs. (should be "making it to his [lungs]".)

Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I look forward to reading more.