Dramatic Short Film Script: Homeless Journey
Budget: ₹750 – ₹1,250 INR
Title: "Shadows of Isolation"
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**INT. Deserted Stockroom - NIGHT**
*Obscurity shrouds the tremendous vacancy of the distribution center. A solitary figure, JASON (30s), clusters in a corner, enveloped by worn out blankets.*
**JASON:** (murmurs to himself)
One more evening, another corner.
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**EXT. CITY Roads - DAWN**
*Jason rises out of the shadows, his breath noticeable in the crisp morning air. He walks down the abandoned roads, eyes downcast.*
**JASON:**
(voiceover)
Each step repeats 1,000 second thoughts.
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**INT. SOUP KITCHEN - DAY**
*Jason remains in line, encompassed by other fatigued faces. He grips a battered plate, his yearning scarcely concealed.*
**JASON:**
(mumbling to himself)
Is this the cost of pride?
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**EXT. PARK Seat - AFTERNOON**
*Under a desolate tree, Jason sits alone, gazing into the distance. A folded photograph slips from his pocket, uncovering more joyful times.*
**JASON:**
(murmurs, gagged with feeling)
Was it every one of the a fantasy?
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**INT. Cover - NIGHT**
*Jason lies on a slight bedding, the hints of fretful rest consuming the space. His eyes glint with implicit fears.*
**JASON:**
(delicately)
Where do the messed up dreams go?
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**EXT. Span Ignore - SUNRISE**
*Jason remains on the scaffold, the principal beams of daylight enlightening his fatigued face. With a last look back, he makes a speculative stride forward.*
**JASON:**
(voiceover)
Perhaps... quite possibly, the excursion closes where it started.
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*Blur to black.*
*End.*
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**INT. Deserted Stockroom - NIGHT**
*Obscurity shrouds the tremendous vacancy of the distribution center. A solitary figure, JASON (30s), clusters in a corner, enveloped by worn out blankets.*
**JASON:** (murmurs to himself)
One more evening, another corner.
---
**EXT. CITY Roads - DAWN**
*Jason rises out of the shadows, his breath noticeable in the crisp morning air. He walks down the abandoned roads, eyes downcast.*
**JASON:**
(voiceover)
Each step repeats 1,000 second thoughts.
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**INT. SOUP KITCHEN - DAY**
*Jason remains in line, encompassed by other fatigued faces. He grips a battered plate, his yearning scarcely concealed.*
**JASON:**
(mumbling to himself)
Is this the cost of pride?
---
**EXT. PARK Seat - AFTERNOON**
*Under a desolate tree, Jason sits alone, gazing into the distance. A folded photograph slips from his pocket, uncovering more joyful times.*
**JASON:**
(murmurs, gagged with feeling)
Was it every one of the a fantasy?
---
**INT. Cover - NIGHT**
*Jason lies on a slight bedding, the hints of fretful rest consuming the space. His eyes glint with implicit fears.*
**JASON:**
(delicately)
Where do the messed up dreams go?
---
**EXT. Span Ignore - SUNRISE**
*Jason remains on the scaffold, the principal beams of daylight enlightening his fatigued face. With a last look back, he makes a speculative stride forward.*
**JASON:**
(voiceover)
Perhaps... quite possibly, the excursion closes where it started.
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*Blur to black.*
*End.*