As elementary as you might think this is, a collaborative writing exercise gets those synapses charged up in miraculous ways and can help you overcome different forms of writer's block. Let's write a screenplay for a short right here. You know the drill. I'll start with scene, action and some dialogue and you guys take it from there.
-Ext./Int. 80's Ford Pickup Truck Morning Rain
TOBY, 22, melancholy, a wiry type of athletic, leans up against the door as if to get far away from his mother ANN 37, worn out teenage beauty queen.
Ann looks over at Toby as he fidgets with an old Kodak camera.
"You okay?"
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TOBY You call this a birthday gift? Betcha you stole it from Goodwill.
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I'm confused whether they are inside the truck while it's driving (and who's driving, I assume the mother since Toby is fidgeting with a camera) or outside the parked truck. I'm going to assume the former and add to David's:
ANN "Actually that used to belong to your grandfather's. He went through a phase before I was born where he considered himself a photographer. It's considered a classic."
TOBY "What am I supposed to do with it?"
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ANN
You take photos with it.
TOBY
No shit. (under his breath).
Ann steals a glance at her son, he seems less than thrilled with the gift. Her smile fades.
ANN
I've seen some of your photos,
the ones that you have posted
online.
Ann touches Toby's shoulder.
ANN
I think you have talent. You're somuch like your grandfather.
She smiles remembering her father.
Toby sits the camera on the dashboard, it rolls and SMACKS off the side when Ann goes around a sharp bend.
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And there, in the middle of the narrow road and not fifty feet ahead is a B-Double bearing down on them.