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Deadline November 10th – Fantasy/Sci-Fi Screenplay Festival (Feature, Short, TV Pilot) Save $15 off

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Get your screenplay performed by professional actors at the Fantasy/Sci-Fi Festival.

The Fastest Growing FANTASY/SCI-FI Festival and Contest in the World today!

– 0ffers screenwriters at all levels the fantastic opportunity to hear their stories read aloud using TOP PROFESSIONAL ACTORS (see below for recent performance readings).

– No matter what happens, you will receive full feedback on your work by our established committee. No other place in the world will you get coverage for the price you pay.

– Even if you’re just looking for feedback of your work, this is the festival for you.

– It’s there for all to see. The proof is in the viewership. These videos garner 1000s of views online. Some of the screenplay readings are more popular than actual studio films made!

– We specialize in showcasing Horror stories and making sure that when the work is ready, the writer will benefit by at least obtaining a solid agent.

The RULES are simple:

1. Write a story. Edit the heck out of it. .

2. Email your work to submission@fantasyscififestival.com in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, format. Or, if submitting your film, please send us a Vimeo or download link.

In the body in the email please add your:
– FULL NAME
– CITY AND COUNTRY
– TITLE OF STORY/FILM
– TYPE OF WORK (TV script, Feature script, short script)
– (optional) and a 1-2 line synopsis of your story/film.

PLEASE ADD YOUR FULL CONTACT INFO (especially email address) on the title page of your work.

3. Pay the $35 submission fee ($15 off regular price) via the button here:
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FEEDBACK TORONTO FILM FESTIVAL – Highlights from the Thursday September 20 2016 event.

The theme of the SCI-FI/FANTASY SEPTEMBER 2016 FILM FESTIVAL was:
“WHAT IS REALITY?”.

Every film showcased on the night was about characters dealing with another reality besides our own.

This was a fantastic lineup of Sci-Fi short films. I can’t remember a better lineup of films geared towards a specific genre that was better than this one. These shorts were so solid, they could have all easily played at any major festival in and around the world (and some of them have!). They were more than simply being a Sci-Fi film.

These were films that simply told an emotional tale of real human beings dealing with the circumstances and conflicts in their path. The setting just happened to be in the Science Fiction genre.

This was also the first time in over 50 festivals that one film (Uncanny Valley) swept all of the festival awards. “Uncanny Valley” is just a film that was working on all cylinders, plus had a timely theme.

That said, all of the other shorts easily would have won Best Picture at most of the past festivals.

It’s a new beginning to the FEEDBACK Film Festival at the Carlton Cinemas in downtown Toronto, Canada. Great things are coming in the 2016 season as we will be showcasing a festival now twice month!

Take a look at the Audience Feedback Videos from our NEW Film Festival. Some of the best short films in the world today were showcased.

AUDIENCE FESTIVAL AWARDS

Best Film: UNCANNY VALLEY

Best Performances: UNCANNY VALLEY

Best Cinematography: UNCANNY VALLEY

Best Musical Score: UNCANNY VALLEY

festival posterA SHADOW OF DARA, 14min., Bulgaria, Sci-Fi
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK
festival posterRED ROVER, 15min, Australia/USA, Fantasy/Action
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK
festival posterUNCANNY VALLEY, 9min, Argentina, Sci-Fi/Experimental
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK
festival posterTHE LAST JOURNEY OF THE ENIGMATIC PAUL WR, 17min, France, Sci-Fi/Fantasy
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK
festival poster20:15, 12min., Canada, Sci-Fi/Thriller
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK
festival posterDARKNESS FALLS, 15min, Sweden, Sci-Fi/Thriller
WATCH Audience FEEDBACK

Submit to the Fantasy/Sci-Fi Film & Screenplay Festival

For me it was really great to get response from the audience. I have worked hard to finish the project. And i loved the way the audience is trying to find their answer of meaning that is captured in the film. I want to Thank you for showcasing my film. The audience feedback video was awesome.
– Jan-Willem de Kraaij, Short Film (LA COMMEDIA)

Get your script and story performed by professional actors at the Fantasy/Sci-Fi Festival.

Get your Short Film showcased at the FEEDBACK Film Festival and get an audience video.

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See the best of the Sci-Fi/Fantasy January 2016 Film and Screenplay Festival:
January 2016 Fantasy/Sci-Fi Films/Screenplays/Stories

Next festival date is Thursday August 25, 2016. Submit your film today and get it shown at the sold out festival.

FANTASY and SCI-FI Stories used to be a fringe market. Now they are in the mainstream now and forever as movies, television shows, and stories in fantasy/sci-fi are a gigantic multi-billion dollar market. This portion of the Film & Writing Festival serves the Fantasy and Sci-Fi filmmakers and writers from all over the world.

– 0ffers screenwriters, novelists and storytellers at all levels the fantastic opportunity to hear their stories read aloud using TOP PROFESSIONAL ACTORS.

Copy YouTube link for examples: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HaH-7HJqsw&list=PL-0CVDAfvxirjvSB2AMH_OkuQ6EOg-4Iu

– Offers filmmakers to get their works showcased at the FEEDBACK Film Festival. Then the filmmaker will receive and audience reaction video on their film.

Copy YouTube link for examples: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhyCENMnbMA&list=PL-0CVDAfvxir6Bsb1MUKQmvsa-CIyc5kW

We specialize in showcasing Fantasy/Sci-Fi stories and making sure that when the work is ready, the writer will benefit by at least obtaining a solid agent.

Read recent testimonials of writers/filmmakers who have had their work showcased at the Fantasy/Sci-FI Film Festival:

Better than average feedback. Thank you.
– Julie Merrick, Feature Script (Keslare’s Veracity)

Thank you for the very frank and detailed notes regarding the submission of “Vapour”. No doubt these notes will be of great assistance in developing the screenplay for future submissions. A bit of fresh air is extremely helpful – and this delivered.
– N Bradley, Feature Script (Vapour)

Thank you for your thorough analysis of my script and for the useful advice: I will re-work on my text taking your valuable notes into consideration.
– Maroun Rached, Feature Script (The GEHC)

For unproduced writers, the real frustration after keystroking “The End” is trying to get noticed. There are so few outlets available for presenting your material. This festival appeals to me because my work now migrates from an unread concept into a produced staging, easily accessible by industry pros.
– David Redstone, Feature Script (FLEET WEEK)

The feedback was great. Most of the people liked it, so I am glad you screened it at your festival.
– Martin Rosete, Short Film (VOICE OVER)

I’ve been submitting “Wayfarers” to a bunch of places. The notion that some of it could be performed seemed interesting – it’s a twist on the usual screenplay contest, and in some ways, it’s more valuable to me as a writer-director.
– Arnon Z. Shor, Feature Script (WAYFAYERS)

First, i must say I m very excited that my film had the opportunity to be seen by this audience. Interesting observations by a very intelligent audience.
– Emy Tzavra-Bulloch, Short Film (MINOTAUR)

Their comments/notes have been excellent. You really need knowledgeable people to review your work and give you feedback. As John Huston said at the Oscars years ago, “Film is a collaborative medium.” The feedback from WILDsound really opened up my thinking and help me see things I had not see before.
– Andrew Fisk, Feature Script (SHAPESHIFTERS)

I’ve read over the notes you have provided a few times and appreciate the depth of feedback I can work with.
– Adam Geddes, Feature Script (A HOLE IN THE DARK)

Thanks, guys. Coverage was spot-on. Really appreciate the comments and suggestions. I’m looking forward to implementing them into the rewrite.
– Ted Gurich, Feature Script (WOLFIE)

Thank you for this feedback. I am always nervous to get feedback but this was really well rounded. I learned a lot and am excited to get to work on the next draft.
– Melissa Field, Feature Script (THE GOLDEN TRUTH)

Deadline TODAY: Fantasy/Sci-Fi Screenplay Festival (Feature, Short, TV Pilot) Save $15 off

A FilmFreeway preferred festival:

(Scroll down and watch winning performance videos)

Get your screenplay performed by professional actors at the Fantasy/Sci-Fi Festival.

The Fastest Growing FANTASY/SCI-FI Festival and Contest in the World today!

– 0ffers screenwriters at all levels the fantastic opportunity to hear their stories read aloud using TOP PROFESSIONAL ACTORS (see below for recent performance readings).

– No matter what happens, you will receive full feedback on your work by our established committee. No other place in the world will you get coverage for the price you pay.

– Even if you’re just looking for feedback of your work, this is the festival for you.

– It’s there for all to see. The proof is in the viewership. These videos garner 1000s of views online. Some of the screenplay readings are more popular than actual studio films made!

– We specialize in showcasing Horror stories and making sure that when the work is ready, the writer will benefit by at least obtaining a solid agent.

The RULES are simple:

1. Write a story. Edit the heck out of it. .

2. Email your work to submission@fantasyscififestival.com in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, format. Or, if submitting your film, please send us a Vimeo or download link.

In the body in the email please add your:
– FULL NAME
– CITY AND COUNTRY
– TITLE OF STORY/FILM
– TYPE OF WORK (TV script, Feature script, short script)
– (optional) and a 1-2 line synopsis of your story/film.

PLEASE ADD YOUR FULL CONTACT INFO (especially email address) on the title page of your work.

3. Pay the $35 submission fee ($15 off regular price) via the button here:
Buy Now Button

OR, Submit via FilmFreeway, the exclusive way our festival accepts submissions.:

WATCH Winning Fantasy/Sci-Fi Screenplay and Story Readings:

1984- THE MATRIX, Poetry by Patrick Ochieng Adholla

Genre: Science-Fiction

1984- THE MATRIX
by Patrick Ochieng Adholla

I’ve been spying on you like a CIA agent on a Facebook wall,
Analyzing what’s on your mind by reading your timeline,
You entered the matrix by giving us your email address and telephone,
All your moves and transactions can now be tracked with loyalty and
credit cards.

You willingly signed contracts, allowed us to enter your privacy,
Accepted to leave your life under scrutiny in clouds or a modem.
You will soon understand that science fiction has become reality;
We are working on a generation of clones which will be mentally and
financially enslaved.

Your daily life data stored in our servers, you’re more than a customer;
We know your salary, tastes and can therefore forecast sales,
Our subsidiary companies are regularly sending you tailored advertisements,
We also sponsor celebrities to promote our products and trends.
We are watching you closely like a big brother from another mother,
You made the right choice, selfies on social media speak for themselves,
Your subconscious mind is easily available online it’s better than
your fingerprints,

It will take time for you to understand you’re the twenty first
century digitized slave.

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PUBLICATIONS: – Panther’s diary published in 2011 by Salonica Press,
an Imprint of Seaburn Publishers
– Black Holes, self-published in 2014
WEBSITE: http://ochiengadholla.wix.com/ochiengzpoetry

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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MIDNIGHT MADNESS, Poem by JeryLyn Harrington

Genre: Horror, Fantasy, Drama, Science-Fiction

MIDNIGHT MADNESS,
by JeryLyn Harrington

http://www.jerylynsbooks.com

I was sitting by my phone, waiting for the call,
I was listening to the stereo when the sound came from the hall.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up real stiff,
When the second sound came from the hall, like rocks falling from a cliff.

I rose from my chair, starting to walk from the room towards the hall door,
When I saw the shadowed outlines pass and counted their number. There were four.
I stood still as the clock struck midnight,
The room changing before my eyes as they opened in fright.

I wanted to run, but my feet were stuck to the floor,
Not remembering movements as they had just moments before.
The clock finished the twelfth chime and on the final stroke,
Came the low, eerie voice, I turned slowly as it spoke.

“My name is Midnight Madness,
For some a terrible sight to behold,”

Before the next words left the ugly, female apparition’s lips,
Its total image changed to beauty, from its head to its feet and ending at its fingertips.

“But for others, a wondrous sight.
For those, endless pleasures untold.”

Its voice, with these last words, softened with sweet enticement as it glided across the floor,
Motioning for me to follow as it glided through the opened door.

My feet remembered their movements; I followed close behind,
The apparition’s beauty imprinted in the corridors of my mind.
The apparition’s movements took her to the bottom of the warped stairs,
But, before I could join her there, she turned to me and stared.

Her graceful arm raised, her slender, curved finger pointed,
My eyes followed her finger to a figure bent over as if double-jointed.
Her soft, sweet voice entered into my mind,
Her lips never moved. Was it a sign of some kind?

Her words echoed through the furrowed valleys of my brain,
Bringing tears to my eyes with its ugly change.
“Behold yourself, look and listen to the sight before your eyes,
Dry your cheap, wasted tears, for now, is not the time to cry.”

The bent figure that had been hidden in the darkness, struggled forward into the light,
My eyes opened wide as its face, my face, greeted me. I cried out in fright.
I stumbled backwards, my eyes fixed, as it struggled forward to follow me,
Its voice was mine, only younger. How could this be?

The words were painful with the memories they recalled,
My retreating feet taking me backwards down the crooked hall.
“Look at me, sir. Behold yourself from a lad to a teen.
Look at our bent, ugly body caused from pain by you. Did you have to be such a nasty little fiend?

Remember, as only you can, those that touched our wicked hand,
But, now, their lives lay broken at our feet in a shattered, useless, golden band.”
With the ugly, bent creature’s words spoken, I looked down,
My face creased with a painful, wrinkled frown.

At the bent figure’s feet lay wealth in the form of shattered gold,
Useless to me with the memories that lay hidden in its many folds.
My mind numbed with fear at the familiar face that greeted me from within,
How many of those familiar faces had I at one time called friend?

I moved backwards down the warped hall,
My feet stumbling on the warped boards, making me fall.
I raised myself up on my bruised knees,
My eyes focused to see what was in front of me.

The ugly, bent figure that had been there, just moments before,
Was, now, gone as I rose running for the door.
The doorknob greeted the fingers of my hand at the end of the hall,
But, before I could turn it, my body flew backwards, answering an unspoken call.

I lay winded, my eyes closed tight,
Not wanting to see what would be in my line of sight.
So slowly my eyes opened with no will of their own,
The graceful figure that greeted them was well known.

My body righted, helped by an unseen hand,
Numbed by an unknown fear, I felt like a boy, less of a man.
Midnight Madness looked at me with eyes that turned from blue to gold,
She turned, gliding up the warped stairs, her graceful figure sure and bold.

At the top, she, again, turned to me and, with an unfriendly smile, motioned for me to ascend,
The unseen hand pushed from behind, my feet stumbling forward, when would all this end?

Seconds later, but what seemed years, I stood before Midnight Madness with a greater fear,
I fell to my knees, covering my eyes; her lovely face was changing as she came near.

What had once been beauty was now mar,
From her forehead across the bridge of her nose and ending at the cheek was a bright, opened, bleeding scar.

I felt the ugly, painful voice as it entered into my numbed mind,
Its command, open your eyes, was simple, its familiarity, one of a kind.
My eyes opened, still, through no will of their own,
The sight they beheld, making me moan.

There on the floor before me grew a pool of warm, steaming blood,
Its surface widening with the steady drip from above.
I looked up, not really wanting to see the sight that would be there,
As the life’s blood dripped from the pale, lovely chin, all I could do was stare.

My eyes went ever upward, searching her once beautiful face.
The once beautiful, golden eyes were growing pale, losing their enchanting grace.
What had once been golden beauty that penetrated the soul,
Was drained of all its golden color, the depths hidden. What had been gold was, now, white and cold.

Her hands reached out and, with un-sighted ease,
Touched my shoulders, spinning me around, so that I could see.
Before me and leaning against the wall,
Stood the figure of a man who could be me and just as tall.

I felt her gentle fingers grip and pull me to my feet,
She pushed me gently forward, her ugly, harsh voice saying to my mind, “This stranger you must meet.”
My feet moved forward through no command of mine,
Each step taking me closer, till, at last, the figure reached out taking my hand as horror froze my mind.

The hand was rotting, pusy flesh, clinging to the bones,
I reeled backwards as light shown the hideous face and, there could be no mistake, it was my own.
I turned from the hideous sight, prepared to run,
When Midnight Madness blocked my flight, her ugly, harsh voice saying, “What? And miss all this fun.”

With her harsh words spoken, my flight ended, no escape to make me free,
As, once more, she approached, turned me and from the approaching, rotting figure I could not flee.
The figure stopped, extending it rotting flesh and bony hands,
How could my own mind ever have perceived this rotting thing as me as a man?

From the top of its head to the tips of its toes,
It stood covered with gold as its bony hands reached out for me, their movements bold.
It opened its mouth, the lower lip falling away,
Its voice was mine, but changed in a horrible, ugly way.

“Behold me, sir. Look very close at me
Am I not magnificent with all my gold for others to see?”
It bent its rotting figure forward and with its gold encrusted, bony, rotting fingers, pulled me to my feet,
I closed my eyes where I stood, not wanting our eyes to meet.

The voice came, again, more horribly ugly in its tone,
The words speaking truth, my mouth opened in a horrible, painful moan.
“You started young to collect all this wealth to hold,
And, using other’s life blood, you are, now, frightened because you find it all so cold?”

My eyes opened wide with the question it had asked,
Not seeing its face, but once familiar figures of men and women from my past.
The figures that passed became a count untold to me in numbers,
Their faces so familiar, recounting each of my life’s selfish, spiteful blunders.

My own life, suddenly, became very precious to me,
I turned to run from all the familiar figures, my only thought was to flee.
I froze in my haste as my feet were lifted from the floor,
I was pushed upwards through the attic’s opened door.

I continued, slowly, upwards till the attic door closed with a bang,
My mind closing itself off from my body’s sudden, physical pain.
I took a deep breath before I looked around,
All the stuff encountered was familiar, but one thing to be found.

The figure stood with its back to me,
It was looking out the attic’s window. I wondered what it could see.
The figure stood motionless, clothed in a monk’s cloak,
A sickle in its bony hand, my mind numbed as it turned and spoke.

The bony hand that gripped the sickle did not belong to the face,
The face belongs to Midnight Madness, her white, cold eyes pulling me forward in a slow, painful haste.
“This night you summoned, beckoning me to appear,
I come as you summoned. Now, is the time that you face your real fear.”

What was left of the lovely flesh of her face fell away,
The true figure before me, making me dizzy, making me sway.
I fell forward onto my knees,
My mind not believing what my eyes could see.

My face contorted with a horrible frown,
I screamed in silence, death stood before me, staring down.
I felt the pain, again, my body growing cold, remembering the earlier taste of a wine so sweet,
And, the cruel words spoken to the woman in a moment of cruel, possessive heat.

The woman’s face became clear, like a figure etched in crystal for me,
She had said she loved another, had wanted to go away from me, and had wanted to be free.
I had defeated my rival for her as I had others in the past,
I had taken untold, cruel pleasure as I watched him fall, breathing his last.

My memories ended when death’s harsh words entered my mind,
The voice so different, like no other kind.
“Behold yourself and see. Your cruel ways have finally caught you up,
The poison that you drank was more than enough from your deceiver’s cup.”

Death’s bony finger pointed to a figure with no face,
Its body, worm ridden, lying in a casket’s wooden embrace.
I picked up a pole that lay near me on the floor,
Hitting at death’s head, escaping and running to the attic’s door.

Down the stairs I ran in great haste,
Meeting the other me’s in the hallway with their hateful, rotting waste.
Down the stairway and into the room where I should be,
I found the near lifeless body sitting in the chair, knowing that it was me.

Within moments, all was as it had been before,
As I sat in the chair, staring at the darkness outside the door.
My breathing was painful, very hard for me,
My life’s force was ending, bringing what would be.

The music on the stereo was coming to an end,
My phone call had been wasted; nowhere did I have a friend.
As the last breath left my, now, chilled body, I saw the figure of death enter the door for me,
Its harsh, but now familiar voice saying, “Come. It is time for us to leave.”

Science fiction on television. Read over 30 Sci-Fi TV Logline Pitches

The birth of Sci-Fi Television programs started with kids shows during the 1940s. Suspending disbelief was easy for kids, but not so for (most) adults as executing space and gadgets wasn’t as easy then as it is today. Then a little show called Star Trek, the most famous Science Fiction show in history, aired in the 1960s on prime-time television and the birth of this highly popular and successful genre began.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple. A show like Star Trek cost over $100,000 per episode, which at the time was the most expensive show on the television airwaves. So the TV studios needed to really believe in a show like this in order to invest in the pilot and subsequent episodes. Other genres like a straight up comedy or court room drama for example were a lot cheaper and didn’t require any “special effects”.

The same can be said even today. Sci-Fi shows have the potential for a huge audience, if only they are solid because this is a fan base that can be very fickle at times. So for every monster hit like The X-Files, you have 20 that didn’t make it past season two.

In the big screen, Sci-Fi films have dominated the box office in 2014, with films like Interstellar and Guardians of the Galaxy. But on television the interest has seemed to die down a bit as fantasy and horror fringe genres have taken more of a front seat. But that will soon change, especially with the advances of digital imagery and the potential for amazing visual effects without the expensive budget it used to have.

So here’s a list of over 30 Sci-Fi TV Logline Pitches for you to read:
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/sci-fi_tv_shows.html

Enjoy.

– Matthew Toffolo

Submit your FREE Logline pitch to the festival today (any type or genre) – http://www.wildsound.ca/logline.html

Submit your script or story formally to the festival today – http://www.wildsound.ca

Watch past winning story/script readings performed by professional actors – http://www.wildsoundfestival.com