I have two screenplays on the sidelines that are both about the world wars. My World War 1 Story is a Historical Fiction following a soldier's story of the trenches, while My Next one, About World War 2, is an alternative history about the events of the World War, Where the course of the war has a different outcome. But, Back to my first one, I'll introduce to you..........
Through The Eyes Of Solomon
Plot: In 1920, James Solomon, is on a date with a young lady in downtown Toronto, taking the trip on the street cars to a restaurant. Throughout this trip, His date has noticed he would stare off into the distance, and in Discussions, abruptly stop. She thinks that He is being cold to her, and feels somewhat awkward about this date.
Finally at the restaurant, sitting in front of each other, they both slowly start to get comfortable with each other. Some minutes into the conversation, somebody ahead of them popped open a bottle of champagne, the loud noise makes James Freeze, the blood have drained from his face. The dates Voice is a far away voice to him, his eyes wandered feverously. She tries to console him, taking hold of his hand, and for a brief moment, James broke from his trance and looked at her.
"Jim, Are you Alright?, you look pale."
But before he could answer, a waitress spilled a hot red soup over Solomon's body, and in this instance, the Shock comes back tenfold, His hand Starts to Squeeze her hand hard, and zooming into his eyes, takes us to the Middle of no man's land, Jim, in a soldier's uniform, Vomits into the bottom of a crater, where another soldier lied torn apart, his innards and blood sprayed onto Jim's clothing. he picks himself up, and tries to calm himself, when a voice out in the battlefield Yelled out his name.
"Solomon! Solomon! Where the Hell are ya!" his sergeant bellows out. " I Need Morphine now!"
James Got up, grabbed his rifle and kit, and ventures out into the mud and blood, where several more dead bodies were strewn about artillery going off, and rifles and machine guns going off everywhere. as the intensity of the barrage gets worse and worse, a screaming voice from above became more and more clearer......
He comes to and finds his date, trying to pry his hard grip from her hands, with others trying to pull him off. he finally lets go, and tears are streaming from his face, in his shell shock coming back , the others looked on in mixed confusion and bewilderment at the sight of a man breaking down......... From what hell he has seen, only the dead, and other souls who were there, would ever understand the horrors of that war.... that it never leaves them, not till the day they die.
That was only a small excerpt of my story, and I am going to make it more in detail, and with much more characters, and an accurate storyline with real events like Ypres and Somme to be featured in it as well. Thank you.