Storyboard Abstract

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The Story

She was the most beautiful of them all and the color red of her apples surrounded her as a protective ghost that accompanied her wherever she went. As soon as I saw her I fell in love. What could possibly attract me to that languid little girl in a red coat was not clear but it hit me like pine cones running through my blood, as if I had suddenly inhaled a whole city?

She was on her way to some unknown place with no time, and I suddenly had the urge to stop her from getting there. I just wanted to taste her and eat her and keep her just like that inside of me. She turned around as if somehow she could tell what I was thinking, but her eyes where lost in other worlds, so lovely I had no courage to get close. My stomach turned around and as butterflies invaded me, she began to run.

I knew where she was going and as I silently moved faster, I left behind my butterflies as to distract her from the road. She stopped to play with them, lost in her own self. I could almost see how she slowly converted the butterflies to red, but I was already to far away to know if it was real or if it was all something that I already carried inside myself.

Getting to the place where old memories pile up as in a garbage dump happens suddenly and without you really noticing it you are suddenly there. I was there. As I tried to catch my breath, I felt it again. This time it was creeping inside myself. The red ghosts surrounded me slowly and I felt I was going to choke. But I sweetly swallowed as the lights in the city began to glow. The air was damped and I could feel the smell of apples in my skin.

She, the most beautiful of them all (inside me), is sitting still as if asking the city if she is really there.

FIN

Little Red Riding Hood

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Thinking with Details

(backstory)His thoughts are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses. They start accumulating inside his head. At first slowly, one by one rocking as my grandma’s old orange chair. They organize themselves in order one behind the other, one beside the other. Then there is no more space left inside his head. However, more and more horses appear. They all rock faster. They are all still. His head is crowded with tiny green plastic horses that don’t fit inside him anymore. They are invading his head; every little space. They are all moving on their orange rocking legs. They are all still as green and then one by one they pop out of his ears, out of his nose. They line up quickly against his inner lips. He can no longer control his thoughts that are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses that pop into the air from inside his ears, his nose, his mouth.