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Aviyah Abrams
 

Screenwriter

 

As soon as she learned to read and write, Aviyah Abrams began composing short stories and poems, and completed two short novels before she finished elementary school. Already fascinated by the excesses and the unboundedness of the human soul, she created supernatural worlds and science fiction stories. She discovered the theories of Freud and Janov in her early teens, which led her to explore, through writing, the heart-wrenching beauty of life and all its escapes. The artist's mind has forged a pole between the horror and the sumptuousness of the human adventure, and she continues to explore these extremes through the richness of a language where humour is always ready to show its many faces. 

 

In 2019, she began a bachelor's degree in literary studies at Laval University, Canada. In February 2021, she was awarded the Jean-Sebastien Pontbriand Scholarship for Excellence in Creative Writing for her poetry collection "Ton visage est une étoile". She has published in Le crachoir de Flaubert and in the first publication of Éditions Figures.

Gaslighting in the 21st Century won Shorescripts's Best Feature in November 2021 and got into the quarterfinals of WeScreenplay Feature Screenwriting Competition and Emerging Screenwriters Genre Competition in 2022. It was also part of the official selection of  the Santa Barbara International Screenplay Awards of 2022.

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Screenplays

Gaslighting in the 21st Century

Dark comedy

Logline: A bisexual ‘poetess’ in her early thirties struggles with her identity and place in the world as she falls for a narcissistic lesbian influencer who doesn’t do monogamy.

 

Excerpt:

DISPLAY OF SOCIAL SKILLS AND FLUFFING (HOW HONESTY WILL ANNIHILATE YOUR SOCIAL LIFE)

INT. NIGHT - DIAMOND'S PLACE

DIAMOND 

For dinner, we're having a few recipes Hope wanted to cook for us.

They're apparently from a French writer, a guy named George something.

George looks at Diamond.

GEORGE

Good man, for sure.

HOPE

Actually, good woman. George Sand was a nineteenth century French

female writer. She was baptized Aurore Dupin, but she used George

Sand as a pen name, and she wore men's clothing. Some of her

colleagues said that she didn't know if she were a woman or a man,

making her a precursor of modern non-binarism, if you ask me.

She looks around and sees no one is reacting.

HOPE (CONT'D)

Although admittedly, I need to read a bit more on the subject before I

give my final opinion on the matter.

Everyone looks at her, surprised and bored.

CHAD

Great way to start a party, dude.

JERRY

So, we're eating French cuisine?

DIAMOND

Yes! Here's a soufflé, as a starter.

Diamond serves everybody portions of the soufflé. They look at the food. John starts eating right away. Guy seems disgusted by the smell, and pushes his plate away.

JOHN

(thinking out loud)

Sometimes I think I've made a mistake, buying a bar.

GUY

Your bar sucks, John!

JOHN

Yeah yeah yeah. Seriously, I don't understand where all the gays are

going. Maybe we don't offer enough entertainment?

CHAD

Put Hope on stage!

Hope seems embarrassed, but wants to chime in.

HOPE

You had ONE good idea, with the drag kings and queens at

Valentine’s night. Why don’t you have a drag king night every week?

Be innovative! Drag kings are largely underrepresented and almost

absent from the LGBT nightlife in this city. It will attract people, I’m sure.

JOHN

(Was looking at Louise the whole time, and didn’t pay attention to one word Hope said)

I'm thinking I might go back to being a lawyer.

LOUISE

I didn't know you were once a lawful man.

John leans toward her and tells her something in the ear. She seems turned on, and smiles.

GEORGE

Don't lawyers make more money than crummy bar owners?

HOPE

Weren't you disbarred?

CHAD (TO HOPE)

Way to hit a man when he's down!

(to John)

John, you were disbarred?

JERRY

What did you do?

GUY

Did you murder someone?

LOUISE

Was it on T.V.?

Louise takes her phone out and starts researching.

JOHN

(not paying attention to the comments. To Hope)

How did you? Who are you?

(pause)

It's none of anyone's business.

SUSAN

Well no scandal in my line of work!

DIAMOND

What do you do?

SUSAN

I'm a secular missionary. I just came back last week from Northern Canada.

Sleep.

Psychological Thriller

Logline: A young child with supernatural powers gets tortured in her sleep, night after night, by her tyrannical captor.

Ghosting, or a Little Guide to Millennial Relationships

Romantic comedy

Logline: A middle-aged bisexual actress's world is turned upside-down as she falls under the charm of an older theatre director who has strings.

Seven States of Drunkenness

Historical musical drama

Logline: In the late eighteen hundreds, a French female composer struggles with fame, love, and the loss of her four illegitimate children.


Poetry
 

Songs for Nestling Bodies

Excerpts

The ever-ending of times

The churning of ashes

The renewal's immediacy

The casualness of it all

 

All things considered

We're in a tiny drawer

Coalesced

Outside of us

Strands of existence

 

We sort ourselves

And we refine ourselves

In a beautiful round

In a transparent mould

In an elastic drawer

And we sing

***

Fade in

You're marking the passing of time

Your words, like a gale-ridden coat

Dying in the afternoon

Vowels fall from your pockets

Heavy fingers

 

Fade in

You may wear my soul

In the silence

Dripping from your nails

 

Fade in

The earth's long-lost voice

Echoing around your finger

You're marking time

Living in the afternoon

Fading in

***

Sleep

Into the mouth of a raging clock

Upon an empty song of love

Within your name, a mystery

Amongst the grumbling steps of your heart

 

Sleep

 

For no one

Has slept here before

 

For the bell ringing through time

In the afternoon of life

Sleep for the poor

Sleep for the young

 

Upon the endless rose of yore

Perched on the shoulders of a star

-Pointedly-

Sleep for the merry

Sleep for the strong

 

Well before your naked song

Sleep

***

Eternal silence of infinite spaces

I will go to you

Under the light of a forgotten moon

Through the spruces

By the river

Where shivery farewells

Await us

 

From afar

The grieving of the golden wind

The night singing fire

Fill my heart

 

I will not be frightened

As I enter into you

O delicate silence

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