SHORT STORY

Short Story



Short Story

Introduction

The topic includes narrating a short video plan to a Shooting Script Stage. It includes a story Script as well as, documentation including budgeting, breakdown of scheduling and a sample storyboard of one scene. Video Script

“Dr. Robert' problems, it seems, keep getting bigger and bigger”

Dr. Robert is the central character of this story. The script goes as the narration of Dr. Robert. Before the dialogues, background of the plot is highlighted. A shark glided past my office window. More minnow than Jaws, but it startled me anyway. When my clinic had first I been relocated here, safely below any passing keels or proposers but far enough up the continental slope to paint my view turquoise on sunny days, the only fish I'd seen had been dead ones drifting by. Now, dinks to OH 2, the Trader-equipped Ocean Habitat Oxygen healing project, it seemed enough gulled denizens had moved into die neighborhood to attract high-ranking predators (Gomery, 1986, p.169).

My grin deserved no points for humility. Traders, more specifically scientists, had modified bull kelp into hardy oxygen hoses and pollution scrubbers, and this pelagic dead zone was gradually experiencing what my assistant, L, refers to as "sub-suburban renewal." The Traders had done this for me, a bonus for my latest efforts, which puffed up my ego blowfish-style. Just between us, I'd become die underwater version of a birdwatcher of late, and every new species I sighted reinforced the unfortunate habit. Yes, I even carried die damn notebook, or rather a virtual equivalent. If my latest patients had not stimulated me to work for a living, I could have spent all my time here. Still, I never came to the clinic for fun. Even after fifty-one weeks of almost daily reassurance, diving in a submersible made me sweat. Water is heavy stuff, friends, and 220 feet down it squeezes more over a square foot than a macadamia cracker. Yet my sub's cabin maintains pressure at 14.7 psi, air at sea level, and so does the clinic (Gomery, 1992, p.233).

This precludes nitrogen narcosis, but I hate to think about the pressure differential. At least the clinic is but from some of the toughest material off Earth, and I do not know what the sub is made of, it seems too flimsy for the job. No fins in sight and it were time to face Hazel, my first morning patient. The prospect wiped a smirk from my face. Another trip on the merry-go-round, I thought, heading out the door before L could nag me. I paused at the entrance to Haxel's room, giving her time to adjust to my presence.

Then I stepped inside. As usual, I felt oddly . . . buoyant, although atmosphere and gravity attending were measurably no different than in the away; another unsolved mystery among many.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

“Excellent." Like my clinic's physical therapist, Gara, she spoke by vibrating parts of her skin, always using the same sweet and reedy ...