A 100 Word Story in Screenplay
PLAIN DRAWING ROOM
JANE AND MR. DARCY ARE STANDING AT THE LIBRARY.
The social network isn’t just a medium of self-expression, it calls forth creativity that would not have otherwise been born...
... and time not otherwise wasted.
We hack off hunks of ourselves chronically crafting content that is convulsively consumed by hungry hordes viewing voyeuristically from the void!
MR DARCY bumps fists with JANE
Incorrigible peeping Toms peering from timeless space, hungry ghosts gobbling down the guts we disgorge, zoned out zombies voraciously devouring endless tubs of all you can eat buttered brains, transfixed by the wit and witless wind.
JANE kisses MR DARCY
You’re feeding off me right now, so don’t forget to wipe your filthy mouth before you finish.
FADE TO BLACK