REAY JESPERSEN:
WRITER OF, AND DABBLER IN,
MANY THINGS

WildSound One Page Screenplay Contest

Posting the NYC Midnight entry reminded me that another credit I'm proud of is being a finalist in a one page screenplay contest that ran a decade back.
Screenplay formatting is a very specific beast and I apologize that it isn't precisely duplicated with editing options here -- among other issues, names are centred(-ish) on the page but dialogue is all aligned left but uniformly way indented, not centred -- so apologies for any hives it may give pedants, but for a quick hit it'll suffice.

DELIVERED HOT TO YOUR DOOR

SOUND: Doorbell
FADE IN
EXT. MODEST HOUSE FRONT DOOR -- NIGHT
A handsome young pizza delivery man stands at the door.
It unlocks, and a sultry woman wearing a small silk robe answers.
She smiles and leans casually against the door frame.

WOMAN
Oh, I'm sorry, I don't seem to have
any money on me. Is there...

She runs her fingers down the neckline of her robe.

WOMAN (CONT'D)
... anything else I might be able to
pay you with, instead?

She raises her eyebrows and smiles seductively.
The pizza man considers it, clearly tempted.
Finally, he looks up and down the street and enters the house.

INT. WOMAN'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
The pizza man is transfixed as the woman unties her belt and opens her robe to show him--
The negative space where her torso should have been!
Stretched and squeezed, his atoms ripping apart, he tumbles in, his screams abruptly cut off.

She closes her robe again, sighing happily, and flops onto her bed, crossing off another listing in the phone book.

She picks up the phone and dials the next number.

Kawkaw

NYC Midnight Short Story contest, Round 1 entry