And the Award Goes To...

...Wenonah Wilms! For her short scene entitled LUVCELL. Wow, what a horse race that was, Wavers! That's the way it should be . All entries were fantastic, in my opinion, and I want to thank absolutely everybody who entered the competition and everyone for voting and just - oh, I'm getting farklempt - YOU LIKE ME YOU REALLY ME - I mean, you like Wenonah!

Ms. Wilms will be in receipt of a $25 gift certificate to 1-800-Flowers as well as a $25 gift certificate to the AMC Theaters. Congratulations, Wen - and thank you, everyone. And to all a good night.

Oh - and for your reading enjoyment, once more, here is LUVCELL:
(Wavers who would like to comment on why they chose this short scene as their favorite are most welcomed).

LUVCELL

EXT. STREETS OF LA - DAY

A man, HARLAN (30’s) stands on a busy street corner holding a
red cell phone in the air. He’s overdressed for the California weather but since he’s
being paid to wear the gigantic stuffed heart and red tights,
he suffers silently.

Across his chest, sash-like is a phone number 1-800-LUV-CELL

HARLAN
Today only, call your loved one
free of charge!

Nobody around to pay attention to him. His delivery lacks
verve, his heart’s not really into it.

HARLAN
Valentines Day special, free within
the continental --

MAN’S VOICE (O.C.)
Harlan?

Harlan turns around quickly, the styrofoam arrow that
protrudes from his costume narrowly misses JEFF, who stands
behind Harlan with a shit-eating grin.

JEFF
Whoa, take it easy there, Cupid.

Jeff gives Harlan the head to toe, the smile only grows.

HARLAN
Jeff? Long time no see, what brings
you down from the hills?

JEFF
I was actually driving through, had
to stop.

Jeff nods to an idling sports car, complete with blond
airhead in the passenger seat attending to her makeup.

HARLAN
Of course you did.

JEFF
Hey, shouldn’t you be on a picket
line somewhere, you know with the
other writers?

Harlan stares at him, there’s no love.

JEFF
There’s a strike, right? A writer’s
strike ... or did you finally give
up that crap? I always said that
was the stupidest --

HARLAN
Yeah, Jeff, I gotta get back to
work ... unless you’d care to call
someone. It’s free. You could call
your mom or maybe your friend over
there.

Harlan nods toward the blonde. Jeff turn to look at her, she
waves, he waves back.

JEFF
Don’t waste your minutes, buddy. I
don’t even know her name. Anyways,
good seeing you, man --

Jeff laughs and pats Harlan on the back, a bit too hard, the
phone flies out of his hand and cracks on the sidewalk. They
both stare at it for a long moment.

JEFF
I should go, lady needs some bonbons.

When Harlan looks up, Jeff is already in his car. Harlan
struggles to pick up the broken phone, he falls over and like
Humpty Dumpty, can get back up.

Harlan rolls over onto his back, a broken lonely heart on a
busy sidewalk.

HARLAN
I should write something.

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