LOGLINES FOR KILLING EVE

Loglines

KILLING EVE

1)When Eve became a part of her new family she thought her life had finally turned around and for a long time it did.  She did not know of the un-pure thoughts her foster brother had for her and how it would change her life forever.

2)When Eve entered the home of the Turner’s she finally felt safe and loved.  She could not have imagined after years of being in her loving environment that one mistake could destroy her bright future and change the course of her life.

3)Eve’s life was finally on track.  She was doing well in school with a foster family who loved her and a bright future.  But did her foster brother love her too much.  Will this misguided young girl get led into a life that should not have been and how will she finally rise from the ashes that has become her life.

4)The story of Eve Marie Baptiste has its twists and wrong turns. Eve’s life starts with blind uncertainty to her future.  Until she is taken in by a loving family who reassures her and comforts her.  Is this Eve’s happy ending or will it eventually turn into a nightmare where she is abandoned and led into a life of prostitution and murder.

Time to get back to my Plan A ...not my Plan B, PLAN A!!!!

Sorry I have neglected what I am supposed to be working on for over a year, I have been trying to take care of my child and myself.  But I realize I am neglecting myself and delaying my future if I let another day go by without working on my true passion,......SOOOOO what I am saying is...............I IZZZZ BACK!!!

What are you doing other than working on your destiny???!!

Sitting here watching oceans eleven....love this movie.....doing everything and everything but writing.....procrastination 101....but its cool...it is on after I come back from the Georgia Mountains this weekend....YAY!!!!

TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY!??!!

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DAY THAT IT WAS MOSTLY GOOD NEWS BUT YOU ARE STILL WORRIED THAT SOMETHING IS GOING TO GO WRONG.   THAT IS WHERE I AM TODAY. GOT TWO CALLS FOR JOB OFFERS TODAY AND THEY BOTH ARE PROMISING BUT I AM STILL WORRIED.  WORRIED THAT THERE MAY BE SOMETHING ON MY BACKGROUND CHECK OR THE JOB MAY NOT BE WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, OR I WON'T HAVE TIME TO INISH MY BOOK...."EVE, lOST AND tURNED oUT".......  BUT I HAVED TO STAY PRAYERFUL...GOD BLESSED ME TO GET THESE JOBS AND HE KNOOOOOOOWWWWS I NEED IT AND HE WILL GIVE ME WHAT I NEED.  ANYONE ELSE WORRYING FOR NO REASON?

The Business needs!

I-20 was eerily quiet for 6:15 in the morning. This was not what Crystal needed if she was going to drive 2 hours to get home after working all night. She thinks, "Maybe I should let my window down , this should wake me up." She had just gotten off of work at WNOC-TV, where she is a News producer. Trying to get home to her child is proving to get harder and harder everyday. Ever since the incident with her psychotic babysitter, Crystal had no choice but to move closer to the only person she trusted to watch her child. Her mother. Even though she lived 2 hours away , Crystal felt it was worth it to know her child was safe. But was the job worth the headache of a 2 hour commute.
The phrase "Is it worth it" went over and over again in her head. Her manager made it seem as though having a child inconvenienced him and the company. They wrote her up when she was pregnant and gave her a hard time about her maternity leave. The business needed her to be available 24/7 but her child needed her too.
"What is more important!"
This caused Crystal many sleepless nights, depression, and many doubts. Her health was even affected. She would look in the mirror some days and her eyes would be bloodshot. For no reason at all. Being tired all the time and having no energy just made life worst. She barely saw her child because she was sleep during the day and at night she was at work. She was miserable. She refused to let her job make her child seem like a burden. She was not the burden. They were! The commute was causing her savings account to dwindle, and putting a lot of wear and tear on her car. And she had NO LOVE_LIFE.
It is hard to date when you are never home and when you are home you are sleep or with your child.
All of this is going through her mind when suddenly, Crystal hears a horn blaring at her. She was asleep. Her Mammoth SUV was barreling down the highway , 74 miles an hour and she was sound asleep. The horn had startled her awake. She could have died or killed someone. Crystal immediately took the next exit and stopped at a gas station to gather herself together. and she cried.
Things had to change, now. She had to make some hard decisions and she had to make them quick. Traveling back and forth to Atlanta from Augusta was not worth it anymore and it could kill her.
The next day she went to work early to talk to management about moving her shift to days. Her manager, Mr. Princeton, gave her the same old corporate Mumbo Jumbo. “ at this time we do not have the resources to open up a new position or shift to accommodate you.” “ But, Maybe next year after the corporate restructure, we may be able to make some changes to your schedule.” Which was a really long “NO!” “ I could be splattered on the side of the road and they could care less” Is what she thought. But all she could say was . “OK, thank You let me know if there are any changes ”
She never liked Mr. Princeton. He was a portly, morbidly obese man. One of those managers who are all about the business and not about the people that work for him. He was type you only saw when something was wrong. Of course , for business this is great, but nobody can trust or rely on anyone like that.
Even though her manager sucked ,Crystal , loved her job. Her family liked to brag about how she worked in television and marveled at how “cool” it was. And wanted to know how they could get a job like that. The benefits were great and she could take a month off for vacation and still have vacation left. She was able to get discounts to just about anything and the pay was great. But she was still miserable.
The money she was paying in gas was totaling over $800 a month. It got to the point where she was sleeping in gas stations so she wouldn’t fall asleep on the road, sometimes she had to decide between getting things her daughter needed or put gas in the car. People could not understand why she was so miserable with such a great job, but if you are not happy , it’s time to figure out what will make you happy and do whatever it takes to make that happen.
Her Mother even offered to watch her daughter during the week and Crystal could see her child on the weekends. Even though it would help her out tremendously, that was not the type of mother she wanted to be. She knew it would effect her daughter negatively and one of the things she learned quickly in the 2 years she was a mother was making sacrifices for her child.

Crystal decided , after weighing the pro’s and con’s that moving back to Atlanta would be the best thing for her and her child. Though finding another babysitter that was not crazy was going to be a grueling task ,something had to change and this was the best plan she could come up with. But while she made her plans she still had to trek back and from Atlanta.
Some weeks later while preparing to go to work she received an urgent text from one of her co-workers. Saying “Urgent meeting today, the company has been bought out” Crystal did not know what to feel. There were always rumors about hostile takeovers and lay-offs but everyone figured they would have some sort of “heads up” before anything would actually happen. So she didn’t worry. All the way to Atlanta a calm came over her, like something was about to happen but it would be good.
When she arrived at work it was quiet hysteria. Usually people would be talking , laughing and checking there e-mails but today, everyone was trying to look busy even though there was nothing to do. There was no news that night so most people were there just for the meeting . The looks on their faces said it all. They waited for about an hour for Management to make their announcement. Finally everyone was called into the meeting room.
Of course Mr. Princeton made the announcement and he took no time to getting to the point. “As of today WNOC-TV was bought by Everglobe industries. In order to support the cost of their new infrastructure we will no longer be airing news at this station and we will be concentrating more on entertainment.” “With that being said we will need to let go of most of the news team and redirect other positions. The following employees will be given severance and will be transitioned.”
“Transitioned ?”
“What does that even mean??”
But Crystal began to really think about what this really meant for her. She would not have to commute anymore, she would have more time with her daughter, she could concentrate on starting her Public relations business from home. She would not have to worry about money for a while, And she will finally have peace of mind. Peace of mind was all she wanted and until now she did not have it. This may be a blessing.
By this time everyone was completely disgruntled. Some were crying , other’s once they heard their name stormed out and didn’t stick around. But Crystal………….. “CRYSTAL MADDOX”…………………was relieved.
　
　　


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Kimberly Davis

So you think you can write!: BEAUTIFUL MONSTER

So you think you can write!: BEAUTIFUL MONSTER: Beautiful Monster Haylie sits in the stall of the ladies bathroom. On the edge and can't wait another second for her fix. Nauseous, lighthe...

BEAUTIFUL MONSTER

Beautiful Monster

Haylie sits in the stall of the ladies bathroom. On the edge and can't wait another second for her fix. Nauseous, lightheaded and sick, she takes off her shoe and slides the platform from the sole of her shoe to reveal a needle and a small piece of tin foil with her drug of choice. Heroin. Putting it in her arms or anyplace noticeable is not an option, even though at this moment she really doesn't care.
The needle goes in between her toes and her eyes roll up into her head. She is a pro when it comes to hiding her addiction, or so she thinks. The rush comes over her like an orgasm, but better. She is holding on the walls of the stall as if she was going to shoot up like a rocket if she did not hold on to something. Her alabaster skin felt smooth again. Her sickness has gone away. Her Strawberry blonde hair looked healthier, her big green eyes were clearer. She was transformed and felt like herself again.
"Haylie, they are calling for you" "You go on in 10 minutes.” Haylie smiles like a Cheshire cat to herself. "OK, I'll be right there". She lets go of the bathroom stall walls and takes some toilet paper to blow her nose. Thinking she has fooled everyone. While she stood and tried to steady herself , she felt a little dizzy from standing. Thinking it was because she stood too fast. Haylie pulls down her blue sequined gown and manages to leave the stall. She walks over to the sink and looks into the mirror. "Perfection" she thinks to herself. After blowing herself a kiss in the mirror ,she goes into the hall.
All of the girls were lined up against the wall , waiting with bated breath to show off their talents. Until Haylie caught their eye , then the stares and whispers began. Haylie thinks, "They all want to be me, I've got this in the bag." They were all adorned in their floor length ball gowns and aqua net frozen hair. Their teeth were covered with Vaseline to keep them smiling. makeup flawless. But like Haylie they all had their secrets. Some were anorexic, bulimic, had multiple abortions, and some were the biggest whores you ever met. But that day they were all beauty queens at the Shriner’s Miss California Beauty Contest, and they were all perfect.
Haylie's poisonous habits were beginning to catch up with her and unbeknownst to her it was no longer a secret. It was a well known fact about Haylie's heroine addiction and even though when she looked in the mirror she saw perfection everyone else saw what she really was. The drugs were fooling her to think that her metamorphosis into the woman she became did not go unnoticed. The only reason she was still being considered in the pageant circuit was because of her "friend" and dealer being the coordinator of the pageant. He supplied her with all the drugs she needed and kept her in the running for "favors". But he could not help her that day.
She walked down the hall as they called her name to perform her talent. Haylie was an accomplished singer and was hard to beat, when she wasn't high. The stage manager motioned for her to come quickly. He was a somewhat flamboyant gay man with a passion for pageants and order. As she approached, he stops her at the bottom of the stairs and looks at her. "What?" Haylie said impatiently. He smirks at her and hands her a tissue. "Wipe your nose honey, your demons are showing." she picks up the mirror that they keep backstage for the girls. Her nose had started to bleed. Frantically she grabbed more tissue and held them to her nose. Then she tears small people pieces and stuffs them up her nose.
"You don't have much time your on in 5 minutes" The stage manager says arms folded watching the chaos ensue. " shut up, your not helping!" She scowls as she stuffs more tissues up her nose. Haylie catches her composure and lets out a sigh of relief. Not realizing how ridiculous she looked with her nose filled with tissues. She then looks at the stage manager and says "see , now I am perfect again." He shakes his head in disgust and said " You are using the word perfect a little bit too loosely". He is then interrupted by someone speaking into his earpiece. " OK beauty queen, You are up"
Haylie smoothes the lap of her gown and breathes in and whispers "you are going to wow them." all the while the tissues in her nose are bulging. She steps forward to go on stage and stumbles. Haylie grabs the curtain to catch herself from falling. almost pulling the curtain down. The Stage manager tries to grab her "Wait a minute, are you sure you are ready to go out there?" trying to hold her up. But, she swats his hands away from her." I'm fine I just need a second". "You don't have a second , You are on Now!" she growls at him, "Shut up you has been, wanna be gay beauty queen,!" “I bet you are getting a real kick out of this. But remember baby, I have more talent in my little finger, than you have had in your whole miserable life."
He paused and looked into her eyes and saw the hatred and contempt filled within them. He raised his hands in surrender and backed away slowly. "It's your world, fall on your face if you want". " MISS HAYLIE WINTERS" the announcer proclaimed. Haylie steadied her feet while the other contestants began to gather behind the stage manager after hearing the commotion between them. It was like watching a train wreck , and they all wanted a front row seat. "MISS HAYLIE WINTERS!" They announced again impatiently. Haylie finally removed the bloody tissues from her nose, wiped one last time, and entered the stage.
A round of applause greeted her even after her fashionably late entrance. The grand piano was on the far end of the stage, but as Haylie approached it seemed to get farther and farther away. When she finally arrived at the piano, she immediately began to play as if her life depended on it. She then sang "You are beautiful".
She was spectacular!
All the girls that snickered and whispered behind her back were now in tears. Even the Stage manager had to stop and listen with respect to her talent. When she finished the audience roared. She stood in all her gloriousness. Proud and Perfect. She bowed and they applauded louder. Haylie began to walk off stage when unbeknownst to her, Her nose began to bleed heavily all over her dress. She waved to the crowd , but the crowd's faces began to look distorted. Her feet felt like cement as if she were walking in slow motion. The background music sounded warped.
The stage manager was off stage looking at her with his eyes widened as if he was about to run into an oncoming truck. He knew what was about to happen. Haylie looked over to him, and their eyes met. But before she could comprehend what was going on , she collapsed on stage. In front of thousands of spectators.
When the paramedics arrived she was already gone. The same girls that whispered behind her back mourned her. Some even said, “She was the most beautiful corpse they had ever seen.”


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Kimberly Davis