Scenes from an Unwritten Story


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1. The 3 AM Call (Ray, Alex, Elias, & Ellie)

[3:07 AM]

ELLIE: Why am I awake? Who’s dying?

RAY: Nobody’s dying.

ALEX: Yet.

ELLIE: That is not reassuring.

ELIAS: What happened?

ALEX: Ray broke into an abandoned church.

RAY: Okay, first of all, “broke into” is a strong phrase. The door was open.

ELIAS: You mean you forced it open.

RAY: … It was spiritually open.

ELLIE: Oh my God.

ALEX: That is not even the worst part. There were noises.

RAY: It was the wind.

ALEX: Wind does not whisper.

ELIAS: Did you just discover ghosts exist at 3 AM in an abandoned church?

RAY: I was investigating.

ELLIE: For what purpose??

ALEX: To get us murdered, apparently.

ELIAS: You both need adult supervision.

ELLIE: We are the adult supervision, Elias. This is the problem.

RAY: Anyway, you guys wanna come see?

ELLIE: I’m going back to sleep.

ELIAS: You need an exorcism.

ALEX: I hate that I kinda want to go.

ELLIE: I am putting all of you on mute.

RAY: Cowards.


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2. The ‘Friendly’ Debate (Eli & Alex, with Sera & Ray as Referees)

[At a coffee shop, Eli and Alex are glaring at each other over a table, a half-empty coffee cup between them. Sera and Ray are watching like it’s a live sports event.]

ALEX: Crime and Punishment is a literary masterpiece.

ELI: Crime and Punishment is just an over-glorified excuse for an existential crisis.

ALEX: That is literally what makes it brilliant.

ELI: No, it makes it pretentious. It’s three hundred pages of a guy overthinking murder and not doing anything about it.

RAY: Okay, but that’s relatable.

SERA: Ray, please do not relate to Raskolnikov.

ALEX: The point is, it’s a deep psychological exploration of morality, guilt, and redemption!

ELI: It’s a guy talking himself into and out of a crime for an entire novel. Just commit and go.

SERA: Are you… encouraging murder?

RAY: That’s what I’m hearing.

ALEX: It’s philosophy! You wouldn’t understand!

ELI: Philosophy is meant to challenge, not romanticize a man having a breakdown.

RAY: So what I’m getting is, if Eli committed a crime, they’d just do it and go to bed.

SERA: And if Alex committed a crime, they’d leave a ten-page manifesto about it first.

ALEX: I hate that this is accurate.

ELI: You should.

RAY: Can we vote on a winner?

SERA: No. We let them fight until they exhaust themselves.


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3. Lost & Found (Sera & Elias at a Bookstore)

[Elias is standing in the philosophy section of an old bookstore when Sera appears, dropping a book into his hands.]

SERA: This made me think of you.

ELIAS: … ‘A Brief History of Human Suffering.’

SERA: Yeah.

ELIAS: That is not comforting.

SERA: Did I say it was meant to be comforting?

ELIAS: …

SERA: It’s good. Talks about how pain shapes civilization, how we document it, how it becomes history.

ELIAS: I do not know whether to be intrigued or offended.

SERA: Both. That’s how you know it’s good.

[Pause. Elias flips through the pages.]

ELIAS: It actually does look interesting.

SERA: Told you.

ELIAS: And you? What are you getting?

SERA: Something with a happy ending.

ELIAS: That is deeply ironic coming from you.

SERA: Even cynics need hope, Elias.

[They exchange a look, and then Elias tucks the book under his arm, following Sera to the counter.]


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4. The Worst Road Trip Ever (The Whole Group)

[A van. Five hours into a road trip. The descent into madness has begun.]

RAY: I have a game!

ELI: No.

RAY: I didn’t even say what it is yet!

ELIAS: It does not matter. The answer is still no.

RAY: You guys suck. Fine, we’re doing ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ but with historical figures.

ALEX: I hate that I immediately have answers.

ELLIE: I want no part in this.

SERA: I have questions about your moral compass, Alex.

RAY: Okay, okay, first round: Napoleon, Julius Caesar, and Rasputin.

ELI: Kill Rasputin. That’s not even a question.

ELIAS: That man survived being poisoned and shot multiple times. You think you could actually kill him?

ALEX: He does make a fair point.

RAY: Okay but consider: Marry Rasputin just to see what happens.

ELLIE: Ray, what is wrong with you.

SERA: I want to say something intellectual, but I kind of agree.

ALEX: So we’re all just ignoring Napoleon?

ELI: Short king energy.

RAY: Short dictator energy.

ELIAS: I cannot believe I am trapped in this van with all of you.

SERA: You love us. Now pick.

ELIAS: Kill Rasputin, fuck Caesar, marry Napoleon.

RAY: And we call me the chaotic one?

ELLIE: Can we listen to music now?

ALEX: Only if I get aux.

ELLIE: No. Last time you played two straight hours of depressing classical music.

ALEX: It was mood-setting!

RAY: It was torture.

SERA: I am unplugging all of you.

ELI: Best decision you’ve made all trip.


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5. The 2 AM Existential Crisis (Alex & Elias, with Ellie in the Background Trying to Sleep)

[Alex and Elias are sitting on the floor of a dimly lit apartment, a bottle of wine between them.]

ALEX: Do you ever think about how nothing we do actually matters in the grand scheme of things?

ELIAS: Yes. Often. It is why I drink.

ELLIE (from the couch): Please go to bed.

ALEX: But think about it! We’re just tiny, insignificant specks in an infinite universe!

ELIAS: Mm.

ALEX: And yet, we still fall in love, still write poetry, still suffer as if any of it actually means something!

ELIAS: Mm.

ELLIE: I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up—

ALEX: What if we’re just characters in someone else’s story?

ELIAS: Then I want a refund.

ELLIE: Then I want to be written out. Now let me sleep.

ALEX: You have no appreciation for existential dread.

ELLIE: I have no patience for your bullshit at 2 AM.

ELIAS: Fair.

[Pause.]

ALEX: So what do you think happens when we die?

ELLIE: Oh my fucking God.


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And so they go on—chaotic, brilliant, ridiculous.

Their story might never be written down, but it is lived, scrawled in late-night conversations, in debates that mean nothing and everything, in the quiet understanding that some people are meant to find each other, no matter the time, no matter the place.

6. Game Night Gone Wrong

[They all agreed on game night. They all immediately regretted it.]

RAY: We’re playing Mafia. Dibs on being God.
ALEX: You just want to kill us all and call it game mechanics.
SERA: Let’s not give Ray godlike powers. Again.
RAY: Oh come on, last time was fun!
ELLIE: You accused three innocent people and then revealed you were the Mafia halfway through.
RAY: It was for the drama.
ELIAS: The only drama I want tonight is fictional.
ELI: That’s a lie and we both know it.

[Game starts. Suspicion builds. Chaos follows.]

ALEX: Ellie’s being quiet. Suspicious.
ELLIE: I’m always quiet. That’s just called existing.
RAY: I vote to kill Elias.
ELIAS: I haven’t spoken this entire round.
RAY: Exactly. That’s suspicious.
SERA: I feel like Ray’s the Mafia.
RAY: You always think I’m the Mafia!
SERA: Because you always are the Mafia.
ELI: I’m not even playing anymore. I’m just here for the emotional fallout.
ALEX: I accuse Ray. Again.
RAY: You’re all sheep. Every single one of you.
ELIAS: I am reading a book under the table now. Continue without me.
ELLIE: Honestly, same.
RAY: Fine! I was the Mafia. But you’re all cowards for not letting me finish my monologue.
SERA: *You had a monologue?
RAY: It involved thunder sound effects.
ELI: Never invite us all to the same room again.


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7. Group Chat: The Apocalypse Edition

[The world might be ending. Or not. But the group chat’s on fire either way.]

SERA: There’s a gas leak in my building and they evacuated us. Just FYI.
RAY: Did you light a candle again?
SERA: Rude.
ALEX: Do you need a place to stay?
ELI: Is it really a leak or just metaphorical?
SERA: *ELI, I’m sitting on a sidewalk with a cat carrier and a toaster. It’s literal.
ELLIE: Why the toaster.
SERA: It’s sentimental.
ELIAS: … I respect that.
RAY: You guys are missing the real question: what if this is the beginning of the end?
ALEX: End of what? The world? Civilization? Sera’s apartment?
RAY: All of it. Look outside. Eerie silence. Storm clouds. Feels apocalyptic.
ELLIE: It’s just cloudy, Ray.
RAY: You sheeple would die first in a horror movie.
ELI: I’d be the killer.
ELIAS: You’d be the narrator.
RAY: I’d be the wild card. No one knows what I’d do.
SERA: You’d trip over your own shoelaces and get eaten by zombies.
ALEX: I want to log out of this chat permanently.
ELLIE: Can I join.
RAY: Fine. When the end comes, don’t say I didn’t warn you.


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8. The “Let’s Do a Creative Project Together” Mistake

[An idea that started with inspiration and ended in catastrophe.]

ALEX: We should write something together.
SERA: A play?
RAY: A horror short film.
ELI: A slow-burn psychological spiral.
ELIAS: A tragic historical piece.
ELLIE: I just want to draw the poster.

[Three hours later.]

RAY: Why is the ghost in love with the war criminal.
ALEX: It’s complex.
ELI: It’s a metaphor for inherited guilt.
SERA: The war criminal is a ghost too, technically.
RAY: You people are out of control.
ELLIE: Can I make the ghost glow neon pink?
ELIAS: No.
ELLIE: I’m doing it anyway.
SERA: This is exactly why we can’t have collaborative projects.
ALEX: I’m still writing the final monologue.
RAY: Final?? This thing has five acts now!
ELI: We’re calling it “The Silence Between the Sirens.”
ELIAS: That means nothing.
SERA: Which makes it art.


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9. The Sleepover: No One Sleeps

[It’s 2 AM. Somehow they’re still awake. Sleep-deprived nonsense has taken full control.]

RAY: Okay, confession circle. Say something you’ve never told anyone.
ALEX: I once plagiarized a poem and won a school award.
ELI: I stalked someone for six months for “research.”
SERA: I cried watching a shampoo commercial.
ELLIE: I sometimes imagine setting my office on fire. For the aesthetic.
ELIAS: I learned Morse code at 13 because I wanted to talk to ghosts.
RAY: I tried to raise a pigeon army once.
[Silence.]
RAY: What?
ELI: You win.
SERA: I have so many questions and I’m asking none of them.
ELLIE: We are never doing this again.
ALEX: We absolutely are. This is gold.


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10. Post-Crisis Breakfast

**[After a sleepless night

The Resistance & The War Effort

They live in an occupied European country—maybe France, Belgium, or the Netherlands—somewhere cultured but caught in the chokehold of war. They don't start out intending to be heroes, but war has a way of pulling people in, whether they like it or not.
Eleanor "Ellie" Duvall – The Archivist-Turned-Propagandist
Ellie starts out trying to preserve old films and literature, desperate to keep art alive as the world crumbles. But as censorship tightens, she finds herself secretly printing resistance pamphlets, smuggling banned books, and using coded messages in classic film references to pass information. She learns to navigate the underground networks, using her wit and charm to spread hope through words. When the war is over, she is one of the voices that helps reclaim the cultural memory that fascism tried to erase.
Raven "Ray" Sinclair – The Forger & Underground Artist
Ray’s talent with ink and paper makes them a natural forger, creating fake documents, ration cards, and ID papers for those trying to escape. Their artistic skills are also put to use in graffiti—messages scrawled on walls at night, mocking the regime, spreading coded resistance symbols. They start out skeptical, but as they see what’s happening to people around them, they throw themselves into the fight with quiet, determined fury. Their art becomes both a weapon and a record of the war’s horrors.
Elias Mercer – The Codebreaker & Interrogation Expert
With his fascination for languages and psychology, Elias is drawn into intelligence work. He starts off translating intercepted messages but soon realizes he has a gift for reading people. He becomes invaluable in interrogations—not through force, but through manipulation and persuasion. He is haunted by the moral ambiguity of his work, knowing that every lie he tells, every game he plays with an enemy's mind, could save or cost lives. After the war, he will never quite reconcile who he had to become.
Elias "Eli" Varen – The Spy & Survivor
Eli is the one who disappears for long stretches, slipping into dangerous places to gather information. They are the kind of person who walks into a room and makes people uneasy without knowing why. Their ability to read a situation, adapt, and manipulate their way out of trouble makes them a natural spy, but they take on the most dangerous missions—living in enemy-occupied areas, passing as one of them, walking the tightrope between deception and death. They return home with more scars than they left with, both physical and psychological.
Alex – The Rebel Broadcaster & War Poet
Alex’s voice becomes a weapon. They start off writing anti-fascist poetry, but when the resistance takes notice, they become the voice of an underground radio station, broadcasting banned news, coded messages, and words of defiance. Their sharp wit and ability to cut to the heart of things make them both a beacon of hope and a target. They know they will likely not survive if they are caught, but they refuse to let silence win.
Séraphine "Sera" Vail – The War Correspondent & Smuggler
Sera moves between frontlines, occupied cities, and resistance networks, documenting what the war is doing to people. She is the one who helps refugees escape, ferrying information, medicine, and sometimes even people across borders. Her camera and her notebooks are filled with the kind of truths that those in power want to erase. She sees the worst of humanity but refuses to let history be rewritten by the victors.
How They End Up
Some of them survive, but not all. War doesn't let everyone walk away clean.
Ellie survives, but her idealism is forever shaken. She writes, but now it is with the weight of what was lost.
Ray makes it, though their hands will never be clean again. They disappear into quiet art, away from the world.

Elias Mercer lives, but he is never the same. He will spend the rest of his life trying to understand the war through philosophy, knowing full well that some questions don’t have answers.
Eli disappears after the war. Some say they died on their last mission, others say they simply couldn't live in peacetime after everything they did.
Alex is captured near the end of the war. Their final broadcast is cut short mid-sentence. No one knows exactly what happened to them. Their words, however, live on.
Sera survives, but barely. She carries the war in her bones, spending the rest of her life ensuring no one forgets the stories she wrote.
This is a story about people who never planned to be heroes but became legends in the process. Some were remembered, some were lost, but all of them changed history.

Do you ever think about how nothing we do actually matters in the grand scheme of things?

Yes. Often. It is why I drink.

We’re just tiny, insignificant specks in an infinite universe!
And yet, we still fall in love, still write poetry, still suffer as if any of it actually means something!

I can already feel their weight, the years of longing, grief, and quiet defiance running through them. They’re not just characters; they’re people, standing at the precipice of something vast and violent.

So, what happens to them?

The revolution starts with fire. A woman dies at the hands of the regime, and the streets erupt in fury. Each of them is pulled into the storm in ways they never expected, their quiet lives shattered, their survival no longer a passive act but a desperate, deliberate rebellion.

Eleanor “Ellie” Duvall
Ellie never saw herself as a fighter. She was the archivist, the dreamer, the one who found solace in stories. But revolutions aren’t just fought with weapons—they’re fought with memory, with truth. She starts smuggling footage, documenting the movement, turning cinema into resistance. The government brands her a propagandist. Her home is raided, her books burned. One night, she disappears. Some say she fled across the border; others say she was taken. But her words, her images, remain. They cannot erase her.

Raven "Ray" Sinclair
Ray was always angry, always simmering beneath the surface. The revolution gives them purpose, but purpose doesn’t always mean survival. They start designing symbols for the movement, tattoos that become marks of defiance. Their art spreads like wildfire, a language the regime cannot silence. When the protests turn into full-blown conflict, Ray is on the front lines—not with a gun, but with a can of spray paint, turning walls into manifestos. Then one day, they just stop coming home. Crowley waits by the window, but Ray never returns.

Elias "Eli" Mercer
Eli always understood the systems that governed people—their fears, their weaknesses. He was never the type to lead, but he was the type to plan. He builds networks, strategies, a way for the revolution to breathe even when the government tries to suffocate it. He plays the long game. But the long game demands sacrifice. Someone has to take the fall so the others can keep going. When they finally come for him, he doesn’t fight. He already knows how this story ends. But he’s left them everything they need to keep going.

Alex
Alex never fully believed in happy endings, but they believed in justice. They wrote the manifestos, the calls to arms, the eulogies for the dead. Words were their weapon, and for a while, they were enough. Until the regime started hunting down voices as much as bodies. Alex’s final work is unfinished, pages torn from their journal found scattered in an alley. A last sentence, scrawled but incomplete. No one knows if they were taken, if they fled, if they chose to vanish before they could be erased. But their words still echo in the streets.

Séraphine "Sera" Vail
Sera had spent her life documenting war from the outside. Then it arrived at her doorstep. She becomes the one who tells their story, who ensures that history will not forget them. But history is written in blood, and sometimes the writer does not survive the tale. She is last seen leaving the city, her camera in her bag, her face already marked as an enemy of the state. Did she escape? Did they find her? No one knows. But somewhere, there is a recording—the last thing she ever filmed. And one day, it will be seen.

And so, their revolution does not end neatly. Not with triumph, not with absolute loss. But with something in between—the kind of ending they would have written for themselves. One where the regime may have silenced them, but it did not win. Because as long as their stories remain, they remain.