I hate gut feelings.
I’ve been questioning my relationship with Seth for a year now. I’m not sure if I love him.
I know that he loves me. I could see his love pouring out of his eyes every time he closed them to kiss me.
I want to love him more. I can’t bring myself to.
I like Seth. He is generous and giving. He doesn’t ask much from me. I learned about music from him.
That’s it.

We live together. We have the same friends. We built a life together.
It was wonderful in the beginning. We met. We fell in love quickly. We had sex constantly. We talked about our youths. We laughed with sophistication. We gave each other the space we desired.
We fuck thrice a month. I share too much. He doesn’t give me details. I’m not an adult with him. He doesn’t leave me alone.
My friends say that we’re the perfect couple. I don’t tell them what I feel. I don’t want to tarnish their mental image of us.

I skipped a period.
Seth and I once talked about marriage once. I think he listened only to appease me. I know he doesn’t want to get married.
We’ve talked about children. We talk about children more than marriage. Those talks aren’t serious. He doesn’t want children.
I don’t want to have his children.
The test is blue.
I am pregnant with his child.
I don’t want to be.

Seth comes home. I’m on the bed. He’s surprised to find me home early from work.
He asks me what is wrong. I tell him that the test is on the sink.
I asked my boss for time off. I told her that I’m getting rid of the fetus. I’m looking for a new apartment. I have two weeks off to purge and hunt.
Seth is excited and holds me close. I start to cry.
I hate this feeling.


She Killed Her Sister so She Could See Him Again

Emily shifted in her seat. She stared at the corpse in the casket. The body shared the same blonde ringlets and green eyes. Everyone noticed her yellow highlighted curls but if you want to see Charlotte’s eyes, you needed a crow bar to pry them open. Her sister made sure the embalmer glued them shut. Emily looked around the chapel. It was a sea of black. Char hated the color black. It was negative. If she were sitting next to her sister at that moment, Charlotte would have gently stuck her finger in her mouth, mimicking a bulimic throwing up dinner.

The ceremony was gorgeous like the calla lilies that lined the gravestone. Emily wept as they lowered her sister’s body. She didn’t see Eric. She searched the dark clothing cloud for the red shock of Eric’s hair. She knew he would be there. The panic in her throat. The tears down her cheeks. Emily felt the rage burn in her brain.

She did this for nothing.

Mama died a year earlier in May. Her girls inherited her hay-colored hair and porcelain skin, the kind of look real southern beauties had. Her daughters had her dead husband’s pupil color, a trait she wished that he didn’t pass on to them. Mama saw the abuse he laid on her every time Charlotte or Emily or looked up at her. All the punches and slaps to the face. Kicks to the sides and broken beer bottles. Mama loved her girls but hated their eyes.

Mama did her best to protect her girls. She forced them into pageants, sports and music recitals. Charlotte was the eldest and more outgoing. Both girls were active in theatre and the arts but Charlotte was always casted in the leading role. Char the Star, her mother beamed. Emily was book smart. She had the grades and was accepted in a top-notch college but even at university away from her sibling, she felt awkward and runner-up. That feeling changed when she lured Matt away from the Phi Kappa house party, seducing him with her dusty pink virginity. He was naked and erect when she smothered him with a pillow.

As college progressed, Emily grew more confident. She slit the throat of a man she danced with at the club in its filthy men’s room. She pushed her professor down the stairs after he praised her work on the midterm. She stabbed one blind date after another. When a big city job fell into her lap, Emily celebrated by dismembering her roommate’s boyfriend. She kept a lock of his hair for luck.

Emily moved to Manhattan in the summer. It was hot, too tough breathe. After a long day at the office, she walked to a bar around the corner from her home. She stripped down to her undershirt and work pants, peeling off her stockings with great care. She felt his eyes on her sweaty skin. His glances nearly burned holes into her flesh. He walked over to her; an older gentlemen with salt and pepper hair. The man wasn’t Emily’s type, more of Charlotte’s but she smiled as he slurred how beautiful she was and how her ass looked like a peach. Emily liked his southern charm and followed him home. She expected the sex but she didn’t expect the rape.

Two days later, Emily read in the paper about the apartment fire in Chelsea that killed eight, including Benjamin Nall, at doctor at Lenox Hill, and his wife of seventeen years. The couple was originally from Savannah.

Emily picked up someone new every night. She ripped out their eye balls out of their sockets, their tongues from beneath rows of teeth and butchered them with the kitchen knife she kept in her pocketbook. Emily was happy.

One Saturday night, Charlotte called, sobbing. Mama died. Stroke. Emily slashed at her own arms in despair. She didn’t leave her home for a week. She didn’t feel like hunting.

Mama’s funeral was beautiful. It was at the church she and Daddy were married in and where the girls were christened. Family offered their condolences, family that shared Mama’s blonde hair and dark eyes. Emily and Charlotte looked like angels, wearing cream colored dresses. Charlotte hated the idea of matching clothes but it was Mama’s last request. Emily wanted to honor her late mother. She felt equal wearing the same outfit her sister wore; feeling as beautiful as she thought Charlotte looked.

Emily stood at the table, picking at the hors d’oeuvres. She jumped when a hand softly landed on her shoulder. Eric Graham.  They never met before but they spoke as if they were friends for years. He politely offered her a tissue when Emily spoke about Mama. She wiped away wet mascara streaks and memories of the constant paternal abuse. Eric let her snuggle against him that night and combed his fingers through her blonde mane. It was the first time Emily slept at a man’s home.

Eric stuck to Emily like a golden leech. She welcomed his affection and attention. He made her heart sing, a feeling Emily only experienced when gutting men. She took some time off work and spent her full days with Eric by her side. He comforted her when she began to cry about Mama and made her laugh while out walking hand in hand or over simple meals he cooked for her.

It was Tuesday. Emily hadn’t heard from Eric in two days. She called, left messages, sent texts and emails. He didn’t return any of them. Emily walked into the office Eric pointed at during one of their walks. She asked the receptionist if Eric was in. The busty brunette told her Eric quit his position a week prior. Emily was devastated. She was in love but heartbroken. That night, she slaughtered two homeless men in an alleyway while venturing out to the corner bar for a needed cocktail.

Emily knew what she had to do in order to see Eric again.

Colchicine wasn’t hard to get. Emily had enough in savings to charm a doctor into giving her a handful of pills. She later snuck into his study and bashed in his head with an award he won the previous year.

Grinding up the pills, Emily carefully poured the powder into the Starbucks drink Charlotte requested. Since Mama’s death, Charlotte insisted that they spend more time together. Emily was happy to comply, bringing Charlotte a hot latte every evening after she got off from work.

Charlotte died six days later. Emily was eager to plan her funeral.

In the sea of grave black, Eric’s ginger hair stood out like a beacon. Emily was hungry for him, her eyes shouting out his name. He wrapped his arms around her waist and apologized for her loss. Emily buried her head into the warm fabric covering his shoulder.

The things she would do to him later that evening.

I have had this idea for a book in my head for a very long time; a woman who kills others in order to get close to another. The story was inspired by my stepmother who once asked my sisters and me why someone would want to kill someone that he or she loved.  As much as I intended to use this question to write a full-length novel, time had gotten the best of me. I set this idea aside and focused on my journalistic writings and my memoir. I do hope to expand this short story to a thick book one day in the very near future. Thanks for reading.

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Eight

Gambling- II (Short Eight)

Written by Katherine Devereaux and Andrea L. Tyrell

-elderly woman
-casino extras (approx. ???)

-casino floor (with several slot machines)

Scene 1:

<Still inside the same casino

<The woman shakes the cup of change she has in her lap. One last quarter makes a sound. She picks the quarter from the bucket and puts it into the machine. She pulls the handle and watches the dice on the machine roll. She doesn’t win. The woman sighs and gets up out of her chair. She walks out of the frame and the shot goes black.

<The end— of short eight.>




“I LOVE RENO” -Short Six

Brothers and Sisters (Short Six)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Felix Jimenez (the eldest Jimenez child)
-Gloria Jimenez (the middle Jimenez child)
-Marco Jimenez (the youngest Jimenez child) —- (from Art, Meet Love)
-Hospital extras (doctors, nurses, patients roaming through the halls and though out the waiting room)
-Doctor Allyson March

-Hospital waiting room (along with nurses’ station and hallways)

Scene 1:

<It is very late at night, about three in the morning>

<Maria Jimenez- the mother of Felix, Gloria and Marco Jimenez- was driving home from Felix’s engagement party when she had a heart attack thus resulting in a car accident.  Doctor Allyson March is on the hospital phone, calling Felix with news of his mother. As she speaks into the phone, we can only see her lips move.>

Doctor March: Hello? Is this Mr. Jimenez? (Pause) Okay. Mr. Jimenez, this Doctor March over at Renown Medical Center. Do you know a Ms. Maria Jimenez? (Pause) I’m sorry, but she has been an accident. (Pause) No. (Pause) I believe it would be best if you came down. (Pause) Of course. (Pause) On the second floor. (Pause) Okay. Bye-bye.

<Doctor March hangs up the phone with a loud click.>

Scene 2:

<Felix is running through the hospital halls to the front desk. He asked the nurse-on0staff for Doctor March and she is paged. The nurse tells him to take a seat and it sits. As e waits, Felix starts to cry and runs his hands through his hair before placing his head in his hands. Doctor March walks up to him and takes a seat next to him.>

Doctor March: Mr. Jimenez?

<Felix looks up, with a tears streaming down his face.>

Felix Jimenez: Yeah? Are you Doctor March?

<The doctor nods.>

Doctor March (with remorse in her voice): Your mother is in critical condition. Her heart attack wasn’t too severe; however, when she was in the accident, she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt.

Felix Jimenez: What?! She always wears her seatbelt.

Doctor March: Both the police and paramedics on the scene say that she might have been drinking.

<Felix sighs and leans back in his chair.>

Felix: She was at my engagement party and, I don’t know what she drank or how much. God, she never drives when she’s drunk. Goddamnit. Is she going to die?

Doctor March: She was bleeding badly internally. We were able to stop it but she lost a significant amount of blood.

<Felix sighs and leans back into his chair.>

Felix: I have to call my sister.

Doctor March: Yes, please do. I’ll be at the nurse’s station if you need me.

<Doctor March gets up out of her seat and walks away. Felix pulls his cell phone out of the back pocket of his pants and speed dials his sister, Gloria.>

Felix: Gloria, es Felix. Mami estuvo en un accidente. (Subtitles: Gloria, it’s Felix. Mom was in an accident.)

Scene 3:

<Gloria is running down the hospital corridors. She reaches her brother, Felix, out of breath.)

Gloria: Qué sucedió? ¿Dónde está Mami? (Subtitles: Where happened? Where is she?)

<Felix notions to Gloria to take a seat next to him. She seat next to him and he takes her hand.>

Felix: Glori, Mami estuvo en un accidente tráfico, sobre en McCarran. El doctor dice que ella no llevaba su cinturón de seguridad. (Subtitles: Glori, Mom was in a car accident, over on McCarran.  The doctor says she wasn’t wearing her seat belt.)

<Gloria’s eyes swell up with tears and she shakes her head.>

Gloria: ¿Dónde está ella? ¿La podemos ver nosotros? ¿Está ella en este piso? (Subtitles: Where is she? Can we see her? Is she on this floor?)

Felix: No, ella es todavía en la sala de operaciones. El doctor dijo que ella perdía mucha sangre y que ella tiene líquido en los pulmones. (Subtitles: No, she’s still in the operating room.  The doctor said that she lost a lot of blood and that she has liquid in her lungs.)

Gloria (though her tears): Necesitamos para llamar Marco. (Subtitles: We need to call Marco.)

Felix: No llamamos Marco. El no cuida. (Subtitles: We’re not calling Marco. He doesn’t care.)

Gloria: El es el favorito de mamá. (Subtitles: He is mom’s favorite.)

<Despite crying, Felix is getting angry with his sister’s remarks.>

Felix (angrily): ¡Yo no cuido! Marco está muerto a mí, así muerto a la Mamá. ¡Tu no comprendes! (Subtitles: I don’t care! Marco is dead to me as well dead to Mom! You don’t understand!)

Gloria: Sí, hago. Y la mamá hace, también. (Pause.) Necesito para conseguir algo beber. (Subtitles: Yes, I do.  And Mom does, too. I need to get something to drink.)

<Gloria gets up out and walks to the vending machine down the hall Felix watches his sister walk away and he sighs again. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket once more and scrolls down to his little brother’s contact information. He rolls his thumb over the green “CALL” button but he cannot bring himself to call his brother. The viewer can see that he obviously has animosity towards his brother but he truly cares about his sister and his mother- he is torn as being the big brother and trying to do the right thing while protecting his family from his estranged brother. In frustration, Felix punches one of the waiting room chairs and begins to cry again.>

Scene 4:

<It is early morning>

<The sunshine is streaming through the windows and the Jimenez siblings are still waiting in the hospital waiting room, waiting to her news about their mother. Gloria is sleeping with her head resting on Felix’s shoulder and a hand wrapped around an empty Styrofoam coffee cup. Felix is reading a magazine when he looks up when his name is called.>

Marco (in a slight whisper): Felix?

<Marco walks closer to his siblings. Gloria doesn’t stir as Felix straightens his shoulders up as he is trying to appear to look bigger in comparison to his little brother.>

Marco: Is she sleeping?

Felix (in a hushed tone of voice): Yeah.

<Felix looks at his sleeping little sister and takes the cup out of her hand.>

Marco (trying to make a joke): It looks like she’s out.

Felix: I only called you because of her, you know that right?

<Marco nods.>

Marco:  I appreciate it.

<Marco sits down a few seats away from Gloria, trying not to disturb her, but Felix nudges his sister and wakes her up anyway.>

Felix: Glori.

<Gloria wakes up and stretches. She sees Marco and reaches out to hug and hold him. They embrace for a while before she starts to speak.>

Gloria: ¿Dónde has sides tu? Ti eres tan flaco. (Subtitles: Where have you been? You are so skinny.)

Marco: I’ve been around.

<Gloria looks at Felix and sighs.>

Gloria: Oh. (Pause) Where the bathroom?

Marco: I think just around the corner.

<Gloria gets up to leave for the rest room. She gives her brother a sad smile and pats tenderly on the cheek as she walks past, as if she says, “I have missed you.” Marco watches his sister walk down the hall and turns to look at his brother. Silence falls between them before Marco speaks.>

Marco: Wasn’t your engagement party last night?

<Felix looks at the wall, refusing to look at his brother. He doesn’t respond. Marco looks at his brother, waiting for his response and when he doesn’t get one, he tries again.>

Marco: When are you and Yolanda getting married?

<Once again, there is no response from Felix, who is still staring at the wall.>

Marco (angrily): Aren’t you going to talking to me? Fucking say something!

<Felix punches the chair he is sitting next to and throws himself. He is fuming mad.>

Felix: No! I don’t want to talk to you! ¡Yo le odio! ¡Yo joder le odia! (Subtitles: I hate you! I fucking hate you!)

<Some people peer over of the nurses stations’ desk at the commotion Felix is creating.>

Felix: ¡Tu arruinós la vida de mamá! ¡Tu arruinós la vida de Gloria! ¡Tu arruinós mi vida! ¡Tu joder nos dejó! ¡Cuándo ellos le necesitaron! ¡Cuándo yo le necesité! (Subtitles: You ruined mom’s life! You ruined Gloria’s life! You ruined my life! You fucking left us! When they needed you! When I needed you!)

(Marco’s reaction to Felix’s words is depressing. He looks like he is about to cry. Felix is starting to tear up himself.)

Marco (wiping a tear from his eye): Lo siento mucho. (Subtitles: I’m really sorry.)

<Felix sits back on the chair, leaving a space between him and Marco. Felix wipes the tear off his face and puts his head in his hands. The viewer sees Gloria make her way back from the restroom, walking down the hall.>

Marco (in a whisper): Dejé porque Pa me preguntó. (Subtitles: I left because Dad asked me to.)

Feliz lifts his head from his hands and looks at Marco.>

Marco: What?

<Gloria approaches her brothers and notices their red eyes. She becomes concerned.>

Gloria: ¿Qué sucedió?(Subtitles: What happened?)

<Marco shakes his head.>

Marco: Nothing.

<Gloria sits in the chair in between her brothers and sighs.>

Gloria: Te quiero ambos, pero tu dos actúan como tal assholes en este momento. Tu necesitas para estar pensando de Mami en este momento, (Subtitles: I love you both, but you two are acting like such assholes right now. You need to be thinking about Mommy right now.)

Marco: I’m sorry.

<Marco leans and rests his head on Gloria’s shoulder. Felix looks at his brother and sister and puts his arm around Gloria’s shoulder.

Felix: Me too.

<The scene fades into black.>

Scene 5:

<The Jimenez siblings are still sitting in the waiting area. Felix and Gloria are sleeping with Gloria’s head resting on Felix’s shoulder and Felix’s head rests on Gloria’s head. Marco is texting on his phone. Doctor March approaches them, carrying a thick manila folder.>

Doctor March: Mr. Jimenez?

<Marco perks up his eyebrows, but Felix overhears and answers. He and Gloria wake up and look at Doctor March with intense eyes.>

Felix: Yes?

<Doctor March hands Felix the folder.>

Doctor March: I’m very sorry, but your mother passed away in recovery.

(Felix’s facial expression is panicked. Gloria brings her hand to her mouth and brings to cry. Marco t

Felix (in an angry tone): What? Why? What’s happened?

Doctor March: I am so very sorry, but her body didn’t respond well to the surgery. This is quite common, especially with women her age.

<The Jimenez siblings look up at Doctor March with pleading, wet eyes, searching for answers.>

Doctor March: I’ll give you a couple of minutes, okay? If you need me, please tell the nurses’ station to page me.

<Doctor March walks away towards the nurse’ station. The Jimenez brothers wrap their arms around Gloria, who is bawling, and Felix and Marco begin to cry as the camera pans away from the three of them.>


<The end— of short six.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Four

Art; Meet Love (Short Four)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Lover #1 (Nick)
-Lover #2 (Marco)

-Lake Street Sidewalk Gallery

Scene 1:

< Early in the afternoon>

  • Five paintings on Lake Street (and Fourth Street), framed with sidewalk and no cars
  • Close-up of each painting
  • Pan out to see Lover #1 and Lover #2, standing on opposite ends of the wall, both staring at a different painting
  • Close-up and side shot of Lover #1
  • Close-up and side shot of Lover #2
  • Lover #1 and Lover #2 look up and see each other and at the same time/ Lover #1 smiles/ Lover #2 grins and runs a hand through his hair/ They turn their heads back to look at the paintings
  • Lover #1 peeks at Lover #2/ Lover #2 turns his head to peek at him, but they bashfully turn their heads back
  • A few seconds pass; they both turn their heads at the same time and smile at each other again/ they turn their heads back to the paintings
  • Lover #1 and Lover #2 run towards each other/ Lover #2 jumps on Lover #1, wraps his legs around Lover #1’s torso and they kiss


<The end— of short four.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Three

Loving Me (Short Three)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Blonde girl
-Friends (approx. 6)

-University of Nevada, Reno campus
-Bar facing the Truckee River
-Shallow spot on the Truckee River
-Brightly lit parking lot

Scene 1:

<Early in the afternoon>

<College female (Dawn) is walking to class on the campus of the University of Nevada, Reno when she sees boy (Jake). Jake is handsome, with stereotypical good looks of the modern college male- tall, good and strong facial features, wears nice and expensive-looking clothes, etc. Dawn has liked Jake for quite sometime, but Jake doesn’t notice Dawn. Dawn wouldn’t be considered stereotypically beautiful; she is quite plain and homely, wearing an old plain shirt, loose jeans and wears her hair back in a ponytail. Her looks have made her quite shy and unconfident.

They are walking to the same building, a brick building with double doors. Dawn following behind Jake at a little distance when an attractive blonde runs up to Jake. The blonde is stereotypically beautiful, with a curvy body, long hair and she is wearing skimpy clothes- a shirt that shows a lot of cleavage and a short skirt. The blonde and Jake hug outside of the building and enter the building, Jake holding the door open for the blonde and not for Dawn, leaving the door to slam in her face.>

Scene 2:

<Later that evening>

<Dawn is standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom at her house. She is getting ready to go out with friends at one of the local bars. She peers into the mirror and pinches at her cheeks, indicating that they appear too chubby. Dawn continues to stare at her face, inspecting every pimple and freckle and line. She changes her shirt several times, shaking her head at herself each time she stands in front of the mirror, disagreeing with her choice in shirts. She finally takes up her shirt and stands in front of the mirror in her bra, pinching the skin on her hips and upper torso and pushing her breasts together to make the illusion of them appearing bigger. She becomes frustrated with the way she looks and becomes upset. She walks away from her mirror and lies down on her bed with her head buried in her pillow. Then, her cell phone rings. Dawn reached to her nightstand and checks to see that one of her friends sent her a text message. Dawn lifts herself up off her bed and wipes her face free from tears and prepares to get dressed.>

Scene 3:

<Later that night>

<Dawn walks into the bar. In this scene, the shot displays the Tap House entrance and the river it faces Dawn looks depressed and sad as she enter the bar and looks for her friends. She didn’t want to go out but her friends begged her to.>

Scene 4:

<Later that night>

<Dawn sits at the bar with her friends, sipping a glass of red wine. Her friends are very chatting, telling funny stories among themselves and laughing loudly. Dawn remains quite and continues to sip her wine. Her friend, Sarah, sitting next to her nudges her with her elbow and questions what’s wrong.>

Sarah: You’re so quiet tonight. Are you okay?

Dawn shakes her head, referring that she’s okay.

Dawn: Yeah, I’m just kind of tired.

<Dawn gives Sarah a small smile, giving the notion that she’s all right. Dawn takes a sip of her wine and sighs, turning her head to stare out the window towards the river. Sarah turns back to the rest of their friends sitting with them at the table.>

Scene 5:

<Late night, after the bar closes>

<Dawn is lingering near the bar, along the edge of river, peering over the side rail at the river below. She notices her friends, who are walking towards a shallow area of the river, getting ready to swim. They are stripping off their clothes, leaving only underwear on and diving into the water. Dawn chuckles at their free-loving antics and finds a seat on a bench for moment to watch. She notices Sarah and how thin she looks, standing in her underwear. Dawn bites her lip and wraps her sweater together around her torso. She sighs and picks herself off the bench, ready to leave. She turns to walk away as one of her male friend, Chris, calls out to her.>

Chris: “Dawn! Come on!

Dawn turns to the sound of Chris’s voice, turns around and waves.

Dawn: I’m going home. I’m tired.

Chris calls back and walks out of the water onto the rocky beach.

Chris: Dawn! You never hang out with us? Come on please?

<Dawn looks at her friends slashing and playing in the water. She wants to, but she doesn’t want to take off her clothes.>

Dawn: I really need to get home. I’m sorry!

<Chris shrugs his shoulders and jumps back in the water. Dawn watches him and at that moment, makes up her mind. She quickly walks over to the beach, slips her purse off her shoulder, and pulls off her shoes and strips down to her underwear. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and dives into the water, joining her friends who are still playing and laughing. Her friends cheer for her as they see Dawn swimming towards them. When she reaches them, Dawn and her friends began to splash each other and have fun.>

Scene 6:

<Later that night, after playing in the river>

<Chris has walked Dawn to her car. Their hair is dripping with river water and they are slightly shivering despite dressing back in their clothes. As the walk towards Dawn’s car, they are laughing about a random story. They reach Dawn’s car and she pulls her sweater tighter around her torso.>

Dawn: Thanks for walking to my car.

Chris shrugs and smiles slightly.

Chris: Yeah, no problem. I just want to make sure you’re safe.

Dawn starts to fish her car keys out of her purse.

Dawn: Okay. I’ll see you later.

Chris: Can’t I get a hug first?

<Dawn smiles and stops looking for her car keys. She steps closer to Chris and they wrap their arms around each other. Dawn enjoys the warmth of Chris’s body and isn’t surprised when Chris tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and whispers it in.>

Chris: You’re beautiful.

<Dawn is taking back when she hears these words. She drops her arms and stops embracing Chris. She steps back, looks at Chris in his eyes and slightly smiles. Chris smiles back and waves ‘goodbye.” Dawn fumbles around in her purse and finds her car keys. She opens the car door, puts the keys in the ignition, turns on the radio and drives away, smiling.>

Scene 7:

<The next day, in the early afternoon>

<Dawn is walking to class, to the brick building where we first introduced her. She sees Jake, who is also walking to the same building. Dawn is a few steps ahead of Jake. Dawn looks at Jake, who smiles back at her as if he was trying to impress her with his charm and good looks. They both approach the double doors and Jake grabs the knob and holds it open for Dawn. Dawn gives Jake a weird look and opens the other door, letting herself into the building. Jake stands in the doorway, still holding the door open, looking confused about what just happened.>

<The end— of short three.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Two

My Brand New Bike (Short Two)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Bicycle shopkeeper
-Nick —- (from Art, Meet Love)
-Group of teenage girls (approx. 3)
-Coffee shop extras

-downtown coffee shop
-sidewalk and street outside the coffee shop
-bicycle shop
-outside of David’s house

Scene 1:

<At a downtown coffee shop during a sunny afternoon>

<A late 20- something man (David) is drinking a cup of coffee near the window of the coffee shop. He is reading over the daily headlines of a newspaper and looks up when something catches his eye. What catches his eye is a beautiful woman (Edie) riding her bike down the street. Her long hair is blowing in he wind and she looks cool and confident as she pedals by. The man stares at the woman and as he watches, he spills his coffee down his shirt, burning his chest and hand. He jumps up and grabs a napkin to clean his mess and himself up. He looks around him to see if anyone is watching him; people are. A group of teenage girls are softly giggling at him, sitting at a table next to him.>

Scene 2:

<The next day, during the evening time>

<David is walking to his car, which is parked near the coffee chip he was at yesterday. He fishes for his car keys in the pocket of his pants. Then, he sees Edie riding towards him on her bicycle. He freezes with his mouth gapping open and stares at her. As she rides by, she smiles at him and honks the horn on her handlebars. He drops his briefcase. As Edie turns her head back to focus on the road, David smiles big. It seems like he has fallen in love with bicycle-ridding Edie.>

Scene 3:

<It is the morning after the previous day and takes place outside of a bike shop>

<David walks into a bicycling shop.  The shopkeeper behind the counter gives David a warm and friendly smile and walks over to David.>

Shopkeeper: Hey man. How can I help you?

<David replies in a nervous tone.>

David: I need to buy a bike.

<The shopkeeper steps from behind the counter and approaches David.>

Shopkeeper: What kind of bike are you looking for?

David: Um, I don’t know… Just a bike…?

<The shopkeeper notices the nervousness in David’s voice. He smiles at David hopefully that his friendliness will release his customer’s tension.>

Shopkeeper: Okay. This is what we have.

<The shopkeeper points out the different bicycles hanging on each rack and explains the difference between a road bike and a mountain bike as the scene fades out.>

Scene 4:

<Outside of David’s house, later that day>

<David walks out of his house, wearing very tight and very short bicycling shorts, a helmet and knee and elbow pads. He approaches his new bike nervously and gets on it, hoping to get a feel for it, but he promptly falls off. After another try, he is soon riding his bike, pedaling slowly before crashing into a couple a trash cans lined up on the curb. Next, he crashes into a bush. The sun starts to set as we see David progressing getting better and better as he continues riding his bicycle. He finally overcomes his fear and is riding better and better with each passing moment. A smile comes across- HE KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A BIKE (!!!) David throws up his arms up in excitement and then, he loses control of his bicycle and crashes into a parked car.>

Scene 5:

<A few days later>

<David is drinking coffee at the coffee shop with his friend, Nick (from “Art; Meet Love”). They are talking about David’s bicycling adventures and about Edie while David is showing off his bruises and bandages.

Nick (motioning towards David’s bandages): They aren’t that bad.

David: Yeah, they are. Fuck, this was such a stupid idea.

Nick: Why don’t you just talk to her?

David: I don’t know. I mean, she is totally out of my league. I…

<Right, at that moment, Edie walks into the coffee shop. She walks to the counter, smiles at the barista and orders a bagel. Nick notices his silent friend staring at the strange girl (Edie) who just walked in.>

Nick: Is that her?

<David nods silently and sips from his coffee mug.>

Nick: She’s cute.

David: I know.

Nick: Really cute.

David: I know.

<Edie walks to the entrance door, waving goodbye to the barista, carrying a paper bag with her bagel inside. She notices that David and Nick are staring at her. She grins at the two men before walking out of the door to her bike locked outside against a street lamp. Back inside the coffee shop, Nick leans into whisper to David with a sly grin on his face.>

Nick: Dude, she is totally worth the bruises.

<David takes another sip from his coffee mug and grins.>

Scene 6:

<A few days later, in the late afternoon.>

< The sun is setting and the sky is a dusty pink.>

<David is leaving work. Instead of driving to work, he now rides his bicycle. He puts on his thick black helmet and his elbow and knee pads. He hops on his bike and he starts to pedal down the street. He is riding down the street when he sees Edie riding her bike towards on the opposite side of the street. David has a panicked looks on her face, but starts to pedal faster towards Edie. As David and Edie inch closer and closer, David’s pants get stuck in the gears of his bicycle, causing David to stop pedaling. The bicycle starts to weave, swaying back and forth, this way and that way, finally causing the bike to hit the curb and David to fly over his handlebars onto the pavement. He lands in a heap. Edie witnesses David’s accident. She gets off her bike, throws it to the ground and runs over to him. She kneels over his crumpled body and has a worried look on her face.>

Edie: Are you okay?

<David slowly starts to pick himself off the ground when he looks up at the person helping him.>

David: I’m fine, thank…

<He sees Edie with a worried look her face and stops talking abruptly. She looks so beautiful, even when worried. Edie’s worried frown melts into a smile.>

Edie: I’m Edie.

<Edie extends her hand to shake his. They shake hands, but don’t let go. David starts to smile.>

David: David.

<Edie helps David up his feet as the camera slowly pans away, fading into black. The two characters are still smiling.>


<The end— of short two.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short One

Gambling- I (Short One)

Written by Katherine Devereaux and Andrea L. Tyrell

-Elderly woman
-Casino extras (approx. ???)

-Woman’s home
-Roads to casino
-Casino parking garage
-Casino floor (with several slot machines)

Scene 1:

<Inside the old woman’s house, in the late evening>

<The sun is going down and sunbeams are shinning through the curtains of an old woman’s bed room. The viewer sees the elderly woman wearing a slip and sheer stocking, in front of her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She puts powder on her face, along with eye make-up (mascara, shadow and liner), blush and lipstick. She muses with her hair, teasing the front and shaping it nicely before spritzing her hair set with hair spray from an aerosol can. She puts on her sweater over her turtleneck, her skirt over her slip and her low-heeled shoes over her stockings. After putting on a pair of dangly chandelier earrings, the woman looks at herself in the mirror and smiles slightly. She knows that she looks good. And she is ready to go out tonight. The woman picks up her car keys and her purse and walks out the front of her home to her car outside in the driveway.>

Scene 2:

<It is near dark outside and the woman in driving to the unknowing destination.>

Scene 3:

<The woman parks her car in a nearly empty parking lot adjacent from the casino. She walks away from her car.>.

Scene 4:

<The old woman walks under the ‘Reno: The Biggest Little City in the World’ sign (on N. Virginia Street) towards the casino. The shot cuts to black and the title screen appears – ‘I Reno.’

Scene 5:

<Inside the casino, on the casino floor>

The woman is gambling at the casino. She is sitting at the slot machines, with a bucket of quarters in her lap. She sticks some coins into the machine’s slot and pulls the machine’s lever. Shot after shot, she puts in coins and pulls the lever. Finally, the noise of a payout is heard and coins spill into the release bin. The woman smiles a large and happy smile. She pats the machine as if she is telling it ‘good job’ and she puts another coin in the machine and pulls the lever. The camera pulls away from the woman, as she sticks more coins into the machine.>

<The end— of short one. (For now…)>

<To break apart ‘short one’ and ‘short two,’ a time lapse of the sky- moving from night to early afternoon- is used.>

My Best Friend

Tom and I left his friend’s party last two in the morning. We stumbled drunk through the streets of San Francisco, commenting on the bitter air. Tom, the gentleman that he always was, offered me his coat as we trudged up hills back to the hotel room we were sharing for the evening.

We weren’t lovers. No, that was untrue. We loved music and silly songs, dance parties and clove cigarettes. We loved each other, but in the most friendly type way. Lovers didn’t share secrets the way Tom and I did. Lovers didn’t text each other in the middle of the night, saying that they were lonely and the other called them moments later with a concerned voice filled with care. We were better than lovers, I always thought.

We laughed about the night. I wrapped the houndstooth material together around my middle, thinking about the grand applause we both received at the end of the evening. I told Tom’s friend that he could play the ukulele well and in rebuttal, Tom told him that I could sing. The evening ended with our tinny rendition of “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” a song, for some reason, I held close to me.  Maybe it’s the light strumming or the simple lyrics. I always wanted to cry every time I sang it quietly to myself.

I stripped down to my undergarments and started jumping on the bed. I knew it was a childish thing to do at the age of twenty-seven, bouncing up and down on an expensive hotel mattress but I stopped caring when Tom joined in. I felt like I was five years old again. My entire body felt free and I was in the company of my best friend. It was like my birthday, Christmas and my favorite concert had rolled into this sole magical event. Our neighbors banged on the walls, jealous of our constant laughter. When we heard the final knock on our door, we stopped jumping, got ice and crawled into bed.

I asked Tom if I could lean into him and snuggle up against his warmth. He extended his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was the first time in weeks I’ve been touched this way and it was a touch that my body craved. I missed feeling special like this. Perhaps I was crazy, always looking for the wrong type of attention. I knew that I was incredibly needy and had issues with codependency and intimacy. But right at that moment, none of that matter. I focused on Tom’s breathing as a tear fell down my cheek. I didn’t bother to wipe it away and I hoped that Tom didn’t notice.

I felt at home. My heart burned of it. It was like listening to the strong crescendo of my favorite song. Or climbing up a steep hill just to watch the sun set. That sense of beauty and perfection. It was something that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I was missing my former home of skyscrapers and brownstones. I was lonely and always so tired. Those feelings were gone now. I felt alive. Just as alive as Tom’s heaving chest. I threw a silent prayer to the ceiling, thanking God for the memories of tonight and my friend who unconditionally gave me love and strength to go on. I kissed Tom on the cheek and drifted off to sleep.

I Love You.

The words “I” and “love” and “you” are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, power and truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon: each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered.

Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances: whispered to a newborn in a mother’s arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy. It is said too loudly by parents to embarrass children in the company of their friends and by grown children to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of old photographs and said in the company of gravestones. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters. The words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above; a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all: the communication of love.

Yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as “love ya.” Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting of the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit. To say “I love you” with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion, a snare set by those who prey upon fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another’s body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give.

Our longing to hear them from the right place is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and our most gentle weakness. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply in to the fibers of our existence. What should we do with these three teeny words? Let them escape from our lips at least once a day and have those words run from the cavities of our souls to the recipients’ ears and heart. May we all learn from one another that language of beauty, passion and emotion and pray that our true love for each other never fades away. I love you.