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My house was built on sand Sold to me as solid clay. The structure is weak and The winds are coming. I have worked for this!! I have bled for this, Nobody can take it away It is MINE! The beast sturs within its cage Hidden within the foundations depths. I hear him breathing Deeper Deeper Louder Louder I fear him And my fear makes him strong. The Beast has been captive for far too long. He will tear it all down Piece by piece Every carefully laden brick Seeking satisfaction in destruction. ...

SCENE ONE EXT. PUBLIC SQUARE-EVENING A POLISH GIRL, 23 YEARS OF AGE IS WALKING THROUGH A PUBLIC SQUARE IN WROCLAW. IT'S EVENING, IT'S COLD. SHE STRUGGLES WITH A LARGE SUITCASE THAT HAS A MALFUNCTIONING WHEEL. FRUSTRATED, SHE STOPS AND TRY'S TO FIX THE PROBLEM EVENTUALLY DECIDING TO GIVE UP AND CARRY THE CASE INSTEAD. WHICH SHE DOES WITH DIFFICULTY. A GROUP OF DRUNK MEN PASS HER BY THEN STOP. ALL DIALOGUE IS IN POLISH WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES. DRUNK 1 Can I help you baby. DRUNK 2 Hey sexy girl,...

SCENE ONE EXT. PUBLIC SQUARE-EVENING A POLISH GIRL, 23 YEARS OF AGE IS WALKING THROUGH A PUBLIC SQUARE IN WROCLAW. IT'S EVENING, IT'S COLD. SHE STRUGGLES WITH A LARGE SUITCASE THAT HAS A MALFUNCTIONING WHEEL. FRUSTRATED, SHE STOPS AND TRY'S TO FIX THE PROBLEM EVENTUALLY DECIDING TO GIVE UP AND CARRY THE CASE INSTEAD. WHICH SHE DOES WITH DIFFICULTY. A GROUP OF DRUNK MEN PASS HE BY THEN STOP. ALL DIALOGUE IS IN POLISH WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES. DRUNK 1 Can I help you baby. DRUNK 2 Hey sexy girl, ...

R - RICHARD (HUSBAND - MID 4O'S) L - LAURA (HIS WIFE - EARLY 40'S) I - IAN (LATE 20'S - HANDSOME, WORKING MAN) SCENE ONE – MORNING - INTERIOR Post arrives – Richard collects. Richard going over the bills – Worried. Laura brings him a cup of tea and picks up and examines the latest bill. R: ‘we just need to be a bit more careful- -Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Laura sneaks over to drawer – Takes credit card. Leaves. L: I’m off. R: It’s only ...

Let the minutes pass As they are like to do But let them pass slowly by as I take stock. The seconds are mine and in this moment I choose to let them spill from my clenched fist. Each grain holds a memory hidden, Every memory a thread of the most intricate tapestry That will one day have never been.