Just a small thing about my Scripwritting Class and my stories.

I don't Know why, but lately, when thinking about "literary" things I end thinking them in English. I've been writing all my latest prose on English, too. Yes, I'm writing fiction again. Not, I don't have anything that can be publicly showed, albeit if you catch me on MSN or Gtalk and ask me maybe I'll show you, but I'm not thinking on publish or get that beta'ed until I have at least one coherent piece. But still.

So. I've been taking an Scriptwriting workshop, as you know. The teacher, in some weird kind of illuminated state, decided that we should propose ideas and synopsis into a common "well" , which would be voted vote so the resultant ones would then be sorted among specially created sub-groups. The idea behind that was to make people work on things that they didn't originally created, since that's how things are in the business.
I'm kinda the living plot bunny-momma in things not related to crossover fanfiction, and in that moment I was beginning to work in a new story from one of my verses. Maybe because in the Scriptwriting workshop I had in August I wrote a very sweet (for my standards) story about people which opposite world-views meeting and finding the things they needed in the other, I began to think on the opposite, on a story about a sad breakup between people who should have get along well. The new story was about how a handsome boy saw the story of his relationship with this ex-girlfriend. The boy was impressed by her sheer attitude when he met her for the first time, even when her look were mostly plain. After that, he gravitated around her on and off for years, until he realized that he had fell for her; since she seemed interested on him too, they get hook-up. But soon it transpires that the girl has her heart in another place, and the boy, who never was in such a situation, becomes more pushy and worried. Eventually turns out that, years ago, she was in a tsundereish not-my-boyfriend relationship, but never acted on her true feelings and lost her chance and the boy. She obviously never got over that, and whenever she is with the actual boyfriend the image of the man she never got haunts her; what it's worse, she loves to feed those memories of never-was. When our protagonist boy finally confronts her over this, and makes her decide between that past and their relationship, she chooses to break with him rather that with the past. He gets into the classical break-up depression stage, until he and his ex has a final confrontation. She finally loses all her cool, and tearfully confesses that she still kind of loves him, but she preferred to broke with him because she knew it was going to be too sorrowful for him to constantly have to upstage a mirage she wasn't sore to really want to let go. He finally snaps over his sorrow, and gets a closure over this; they will be friendly and cordial after this, and they will have a true friendship, but any possible romantic possibility is now buried. He reflects that maybe he was somehow attracted to the image of cool she projected, but her obsession to cling on a love story that never was instead of the real love she was getting on the present may be more pathetic, kinda sad even. Ironically, that make their story another thing that could have been but didn't was, but unlike her, he decides to grow up over this and go on with his life.
Since I liked this plot, and it could be get into a nice short film, I proposed it to the class (well, the two lines version of "couple relationship fails because she can't leave the past behind") under the title "a sad love story that never was". It was liked, approved, and it was given to another group. They asked me more about the story, but I was afraid that the version I had on my head then has way more supernatural events (the nature of the girl former relationship involved time travel) but they still listened to me while I explained the full thing above.
Fast froward to the first class after Christmas holidays. The members of the group have a better working version of the story. Somehow, the story became about a couple who is obviously in love which each other but never gets together because he is killed the day he was going to formally confesses, just because they were militant students on the sixties and were in the wrong place in the wrong moment. She sees the murder; so she obviously never goes over it and ten years later she spots her boyfriend's killer on a party, seduces him to get him out the salon, and then she shots him uttering a overly-cheesy line wich included the prase "sad love story that never was", the title I gave and the only thing they maintained. I felt like Kevin Smith when he worked on the Giant Spider!Superman script, for real.
Meanwhile, I got a prompt about a couple who has a bad marriage, so bad, that the man actually cheers up when he sees on TV that his wife had an fatal accident on her car. Unfortunately, it turns out that, before going out, she poisoned the soup he was eating while watching TV... You can guess what happens. I've having a bad time with this, since I did't came with the original idea and I had to create the characters and the motivations from thin air; but at the same time I'm also having a lot of fun, since I put them as an old couple of quiet people who harbor a increasing hate for each other they never express in an open way but had the bad timing to put their mutual murder plot on motion at the same time, and if I pull this in the right way it's going to be awesome. But still, it's less difficult than the documentary about street dogs I should be working on right now, but that's another story. At least I feel I'm trying to be loyal to the original prompt, or something.
Still, I'm not sad about how they took my original idea. In fact, I feel relieved, because it means I could get that story again, and work it in the way I originally intended. Which it's what I'm doing. Go figures.