A New Screenplay Coming to My Blog — Littleton

Mitch Eiven
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read

Hello America! Like most of us, I need a major distraction. Donald the Dimwit and his cast of media-loathing malcontents is just too much.

Its time for another movie script. You’ve been following One of a Million Faces, right? The immigration story….you know, the script I’m currently putting on the blog site, a few scenes at a time? You haven’t been following it, have you?

No worries, I don’t blame you. Screenplays are really not much fun to read. Therefore, I see no reason not to post another.

“Littleton”. That’s the name of the story. Littleton is my fun, distraction screenplay. Unlike One of a Million Faces, it’s not a drama. (Yes, yes…I know….every screenwriter is told they must stick to one genre….or nobody will buy their work. Nobody’s buying my work anyway so I’m happy to write in as many genres I damn well please.) It’s a comedy! WoHoo!!!! Everybody needs a good comedy, especially these days.

There’s some funny things in the story. Still, now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure its not really a comedy.

It’s more of a science fiction story.

Here’s the premise: Burt Sanders (early 40’s, played by me of course) is a down on his luck cell phone salesman in Littleton, a sleepy, somewhat dysfunctional town, haphazardly tucked away in suburban New Jersey.

Burt’s a mess. His wife can’t stand him. His kids don’t respect him. His friends, neighbors and customers take advantage of him. His cell phone store is all but bankrupt.

Everything Burt touches turns to shit.

On the other hand, he’s a repressed genius. He shouldn’t be selling cell phones. A long time ago he was a respected scholar and a renown scientist at Stanford Univeristy. A heliophysist, he was the world’s foremost expert on solar flares.

Unfortuantely for Burt, it all came crashing down in the blink of eye. His shady, not quite as intelligent, reckless, opportunistic brother ruined him.

Who cares, right? That was a lifetime ago.

Presently, Burt is fucked three times to Sunday.

You see, solar flares have been bombarding the earth on an almost hourly basis, for months. Nobody’s getting hurt, but communications systems, the electric grid, even cell phones are being affected.

The whole world, including residents of Littleton are adapting the best they can.

These nusiance solar flares are more then inconvenient for Burt Sanders. They’re about to get him into a hell-of-a-lot of unintentional trouble.

Burt is being forced to conduct an unusual, borderline-illegal, marketing experiment. Using hundreds of cell phones, and a nearby cellular tower he attempts to send a pre-recorded, sexually explicit robo-call to every male cell phone user in the United States.

It didn’t go as planned. An extrodinarily powerful, coincidentally-timed solar flare collided with the cell phone signal. The electromagnetic burst blasted the call out of our universe and into another, less then desirable dimension.

All the sudden, every cell phone in Dreggstown, the worst neighborhood in Purgatory, started ringing.

James Xavier Schloss III, a deranged spirit and tyrannical mob boss was the first the answer the call. He also may be the first to destroy everything and everyone Burt loves.


Are you hooked? Come on! That pitch didn’t totally suck. I’ve done worse. You’ve read worse. Give it shot. Don’t be that way. I’m going to start posting Littleton, a few scenes at a time. You’ll love it. I promise.

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