The Day the Power Went Out

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The Day the Power Went Out

Opening Scene:

INT. BATHROOM – NIGHT

(Steam fills the bathroom as LUCY, 30s, soaks in a tub. The water gleams under soft light. She leans back, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth.)

LUCY

(to herself, sighs)

Finally... some peace.

(CLOSE-UP on her face as the lights above her flicker. A subtle hum grows in the background. Then... silence. The lights blink out.)

(Cut to black.)

(She jerks upright, water splashing. The dim moonlight filters through the window.)

LUCY

What the...?

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

(She gets out of the tub, hurriedly drying herself off, tossing on comfortable clothes. Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, the glow of the screen illuminates her face.)

(Close-up of the phone screen: ALERT! ALERT!)

(Suddenly, the phone dies, leaving the room in darkness.)

LUCY

Okay, that's weird...

(She looks out the window. The entire block is pitch black. No streetlights. No sounds. Just a still, eerie silence.)

(Beat.)

(She pulls on a jacket and steps into the hallway, flicking the switch. Nothing. A growing sense of unease takes hold.)

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INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT

(She grabs a flashlight from a drawer and heads toward the front door. She opens it, stepping out into the night. Her breath visible in the cool air.)

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD – NIGHT

(Every house is dark. Not even the hum of distant traffic. The world feels... too quiet. Lucy stands there, scanning the street, her breath shallow.)

LUCY

Hello...? Anyone?

(Cut to: overhead view of the neighborhood—complete darkness stretching for miles, under a starless sky.)

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INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

(She stumbles back inside, grabbing her phone again. She tries restarting it, but nothing. Then, she notices the faint flicker of light outside. Through the blinds, she sees her neighbor's house. Someone’s got a lantern or candle going.)

(She rushes out of her house and heads across the street. She knocks on the door.)

NEIGHBOR

(from inside, nervously)

Who is it?

LUCY

It's Lucy! What's going on? The power’s out everywhere.

NEIGHBOR

(through the door)

It's the whole city... or maybe more than that. I heard there's been a solar storm. Took out everything. No power grid. No electronics. It's just... gone.

LUCY

(a beat)

How long are we talking? Hours? Days?

NEIGHBOR

Maybe longer... much longer.

(Lucy's face changes as the weight of the situation hits her.)

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NARRATION:

(Voiceover as the camera pans up toward the sky, beyond the neighborhood.)

LUCY (V.O.)

What none of us knew that night was that this wasn’t just another outage. The world had changed. For good. No one was ready for it. No power grids. No communication. No way to know who was out there. Or what was coming next...

(The camera pans out, revealing cities worldwide, dark and still.)

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The Day the Power Went Out

EXT. LUCY’S HOUSE – LATE MORNING

(Lucy stands on her porch, Max at her side, staring at the deserted street. A soft breeze rustles the trees, but there’s an eerie stillness, like the world is holding its breath. She sighs, rubbing Max's fur as she contemplates the reality of their new world.)

LUCY

(to Max)

Well, boy... guess we’re really on our own now.

(She heads inside, trying to distract herself from the growing dread. Max follows.)

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INT. KITCHEN – LATE MORNING

(Lucy goes to the sink, twisting the faucet. For a moment, water flows out as normal. She fills a small bowl for Max, setting it down.)

LUCY

(attempting humor)

There you go, bud. Enjoy it while you can.

(She twists the faucet again, watching the stream slow, then sputter, until it stops entirely. Lucy frowns, staring at the now-dry spout.)

LUCY

Oh no...

(Quickly, she moves to the bathroom and tries the sink. Same result. The water pressure is completely gone. She slams the faucet shut, frustration bubbling over.)

LUCY

Of course... no power, no water...

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INT. LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON

(Sitting on the couch, Lucy cradles her head in her hands, thinking back to all the times she’d let the tap run without a second thought. She glances around the room, her eyes settling on the empty electrical outlets. The silence, once comforting, now feels suffocating.)

(Max watches her, sensing her distress.)

LUCY

(to Max)

I didn’t even think about it. We just... always had it. Water, lights, heat... everything. How did I never realize how fragile it all was?

(She gets up, pacing.)

LUCY

No electricity means no water. No fridges. No phones. No internet... no way to communicate with anyone outside of walking distance.

(She pauses at the window, looking out at the stillness beyond. The hum of modern life has vanished, leaving only a deep, empty quiet.)

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NARRATION:

LUCY (V.O.)

I used to wake up and scroll through my phone before I even got out of bed. Power was just... there. Always. Every light switch, every hot shower, every load of laundry. I never thought twice. Now, it’s like the world is running on empty... and I don’t even know where to begin.

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EXT. BACKYARD – AFTERNOON

(Lucy steps out into her small, fenced yard. There’s an old garden hose coiled near the side of the house. She unravels it and turns the spigot. Nothing. The hose hangs limp, like a useless relic of the past.)

(Max sniffs at the ground, but even he seems to sense the change.)

LUCY

(determined)

Okay. We can’t rely on taps anymore. We’ll need to find water. Fresh water.

(She glances over her fence to the nearby forest at the edge of the neighborhood. A small stream runs through there, she remembers from her occasional walks. But getting to it, without knowing who—or what—might be out there, is a risk.)

(She looks down at Max.)

LUCY

(softly)

I guess we’ll have to start learning the hard way...

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INT. GARAGE – AFTERNOON

(Lucy rummages through old camping gear stored in her garage. She pulls out a portable water filter, dusting it off. She grabs some empty bottles and backpacks, preparing for their journey to the stream. Max stands by, watching her every move.)

(She stuffs supplies into her pack—matches, a knife, the flashlight with barely any juice left. Each item feels more precious now, like she’s stepping back in time to a life where nothing is guaranteed.)

LUCY

(to herself)

Back to basics...

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EXT. FOREST – LATE AFTERNOON

(Lucy and Max walk cautiously through the woods, the air cool and crisp. The sound of water becomes more distinct as they near the stream. Lucy kneels by the bank, pulling out the water filter and attaching it to one of the empty bottles.)

(She pumps water from the stream, watching as it flows slowly into the bottle. Max sits nearby, panting softly, his eyes scanning the trees.)

LUCY

(mutters)

Thank god for camping gear...

(She hands the bottle to Max, who eagerly laps at the fresh water.)

(Lucy takes a sip herself, the cold water soothing her dry throat. But even as she drinks, she can't shake the feeling of how fragile everything is now.)

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NARRATION:

LUCY (V.O.)

It was a strange kind of awakening. We’d all grown so comfortable, so reliant on things we didn’t understand. Power, water, food... everything brought to us with the flick of a switch or the turn of a faucet. But now? Now it’s just us and the land... and whatever’s left out there in the dark.

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INT. LUCY’S HOUSE – NIGHT

(Lucy and Max return to the house, carrying their filled water bottles. She lights a candle, sitting on the couch with Max beside her. The silence feels heavier now, almost suffocating.)

LUCY

(sighing)

This isn’t going to be easy, Max. Not by a long shot.

(She looks at the candle, the flickering flame barely holding back the darkness.)

LUCY

We took everything for granted, didn’t we?

(Max rests his head on her lap, his presence comforting as the realization sinks in.)

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EXT. CITY – WIDE SHOT – NIGHT

(The camera pulls back to show the entire city—once vibrant and filled with light, now a sea of black, dotted only by the occasional flicker of candlelight from windows.)

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NARRATION:

LUCY (V.O.)

No one ever thinks about what happens when it all goes away. When the lights don't come back on. When the water doesn’t flow. We lived so far removed from the world that kept us alive, we forgot how to survive without it.

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INT. LUCY’S HOUSE – NIGHT

(Lucy stares out the window, watching the darkness, her mind racing. The uncertainty of tomorrow lingers heavily on her.)

LUCY

(softly)

We’ll figure it out, Max. We have to.

(Max shifts, closing his eyes, but his ears twitch, ever alert.)

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(As the days go on, Lucy and Max will face more challenges—food shortages, other survivors, and the constant threat of the unknown. But the true horror, they begin to realize, isn’t just the darkness... it’s how unprepared humanity is for a world without power. The conveniences they once took for granted are now the keys to survival, and Lucy will have to rediscover ancient skills in order to adapt.)

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Fade out.

Happy Halloween 🤪😎😁😘

Thanksgiving Dream

AI helped

I had a weird dream..

 EXT. POINT GREY ROAD – DAY

I’m walking down Point Grey Road, the sun glistening on the ocean. The houses, those towering mansions, are lined with balloons and banners swaying in the breeze. A strange sense of celebration fills the air. People wave, smiling at me like I’ve been expected.

CROWD (in unison, joyful) We’ve been waiting for you! Welcome!

I stop, confused, but they surround me, their warmth undeniable. They gesture toward a Tiny House—just like the Tumbleweed model I used to dream of. It sits on a perfect patch of grass, as if it belongs there.

PERSON 1 (gesturing to the house) It’s yours! Just like you imagined it. Little house on wheels. Come, we’ve so much to show you!

They guide me closer, pointing out where everything will be hooked up to the local facilities—water, power, everything. A truck pulls up, overflowing with plants, fruits, vegetables, and treats, everything I could need to start a life here. They hand me a bike, fishing rods, and a toolkit—all of it feels too good to be real.

PERSON 2 (leading me inside the house) This is your home now. For as long as you want.

The inside is perfect. Every detail is as if it had been pulled from my dreams. Tears fill my eyes. Then, a familiar voice calls from behind.

VOICE Hi, Mama!

I turn. It’s my kid.

MY KID Guess what—I got one too! We’re gonna be neighbours!

We collapse into each other’s arms, laughing and crying. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—peace, security, family. I can’t believe it’s real. But it is.

It really is

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INT. ROOM – MORNING

I wake up suddenly. Silence. The light filters through the window. But there’s no heat. I’m wrapped in fleeces, buried under layers of blankets.

It was a dream.

The joy fades, replaced by the cold reality of my room. But the sun is shining, and I can hear the quiet outside. I take a deep breath, pulling the blankets tighter, giving thanks for just being alive. Thanksgiving morning.

Because this year…this year, so many I knew didn’t make it.

I close my eyes and whisper my gratitude to the universe. The dream still lingers. Maybe one day it will be more than just a dream.

 Title: What Does Chip Wilson Have to Complain About From His $32 Million Mansion?

I was passing through Kitsilano in Vancouver, on bus telling my friend about the signs Chip Wilson is posting, at first claiming vandalism 😜 and now apparently Chip Wilson’s put up a third sign criticizing the NDP. It made me wonder—what does a billionaire who lives in a $32 million mansion have to complain about?

What’s the Real Issue?

Chip Wilson, the founder of Lululemon, is no stranger to controversy. Known for his outspoken views on various issues, this time his criticism is focused on the NDP government. But why?

When someone like Wilson, who has more wealth than most of us could ever imagine, starts complaining about government policies, it’s worth questioning their motives. Is this truly about making life better for British Columbians, or is it about protecting his financial interests?

Wealth and Privilege in Perspective

It’s important to put Wilson’s lifestyle into context. Owning a $32 million waterfront mansion in Vancouver, one of the most expensive housing markets in the world, is the kind of privilege few can relate to. Meanwhile, many people in this province are struggling to afford rent, living paycheck to paycheck, or facing homelessness.

So, when Wilson puts up signs criticizing the government, it feels out of touch. What exactly is he complaining about? The NDP government has been focused on housing affordability, climate action, and social support systems—policies that aim to improve the lives of those who need it most. Could it be that these policies threaten the status quo for the ultra-wealthy?

When the Rich Complain, We Should Pay Attention

It’s not uncommon for the wealthy to voice dissatisfaction when policies don’t align with their financial interests. Higher taxes on luxury properties, regulations on real estate investments, or efforts to reduce inequality—these might not sit well with someone like Wilson. But for the rest of us, these policies can make a real difference in creating a more just and equitable society.

The Bigger Picture

As we think about people like Chip Wilson voicing their frustrations, it’s crucial to remember the broader context. Who benefits from the policies that are being criticized? Who stands to lose?

If someone living in a $32 million mansion is upset, it’s worth asking whether it’s because they’re losing some privilege that others have never had access to in the first place.

Conclusion

We need to question why figures like Chip Wilson use their platform to criticize a government that’s trying to improve the lives of ordinary people. While he’s entitled to his opinion, it’s important that we keep the bigger picture in mind—and remember that for many of us, the stakes are much higher than just losing a bit of luxury.