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"XIAO MEI" Master-scene script Version: Eighth Draft Author: KYLA MORRIS Registered: Feb 4 2004 Kyla Morris: 65232033 Email: kylamorris@yahoo.com FADE IN: INT - BIG RESTAURANT - EVENING A wedding banquet is taking place in an expensive hotel restaurant. The bride, ZHANG AI LI and the groom, HE HAO LONG are standing on a raised platform after having made speeches. The guests are clapping

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This is a working draft of a short story from the book, Fragments from Beijing.I know I’m no Elvis There’s no accounting for what drives a guy to a certain place and there’s no accounting for why he stays there and lives a certain kinda life. One of my students once said that what we learn now is what we needed to have learnt in our past life. I guess there must be some truth in that because I

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It is better to travel ten thousand miles than read ten thousand books I came to China for two reasons. I had always wanted to travel but didn’t care much for back packing. I thought the only way you could know a country and its people was by living and working there. This lead to the second reason. I decided the best way of traveling and working was to teach English yet I had no formal

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The yellow light from the stained glass window dyed her pure as a sunbeam. “Always feel like licking these, look just like lollypops.” She said, then turned and feigned throwing her bouquet from the balcony. George ran his finger over the blade of a sword attached to the wall. He jumped as though it had stung him. “It’s still sharp.” He put his finger to his lips and sucked on the blood. “We

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http://www.notmuchfilm.com/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/If you would like a copy of the film on DVD fill out the form on the website.This is the short story on which the screenplay is based. It is from the book, Fragments from Beijing which is a collection of short stories. It is still in working form.Xiao Mei What time are you coming home? Her back was towards him as she fed the

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. Chapter One Annabel lights a cigarette, smoking with her usual habit of sucking from one corner of her mouth and breathing out with the other. It has taken its toll, there are nicotine stains on either side of her lips. It is surprising therefore how her teeth have remained so white. I have never enquired because Annabel rarely answers questions directly, she speaks a web of half truths and

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Part One On Foulness Island to the west of Churchend, can be found the ruins of a once fine manor house. Before arable farming became commonplace, the Island was known for sheep with the largest farm belonging to the Wakerings of Middlewick Manor. Their farm had long been esteemed for the quality of its produce having won both international and national prizes. It was said by the locals on the

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I suppose the obvious supposition is that it's a polemic against modern consumerist America and the reason these white, middle class kids with everything go on these shooting sprees. Our knee jerk reaction is to blame the parents and the mother in particular for after all, isn't she the perpetrator of original sin that we've been paying for ever since. Hence the narrator is Eva or Eve, the woman

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Petes’ Birds The wailing was giving her a headache, her head felt like it would burst open and splinter and ping off the wall like pins. She pushed the back of her legs against the metal railings; it ribbed her calves like a Sunday joint and gave slight relief. The breeze was nice against her skin which had felt prickly all day. A metallic taste in her mouth, she swallowed but couldn’t seem

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