Well if you have thought that way, please take some time to watch these movies then read the 6R endings to them.
Paper Man
http://vimeo.com/103915145
Amy's Story
Whoosh! The last paper plane landed in the deserted alley way, the alley way where there were over one hundred paper planes. All of which had been made and thrown by one man called Oliver to get the attention of a lady named Lara that he had fallen in love with at the train station. He had seen her in the building on the opposite side of the road while he was in his office at work a week later.
The day after Oliver had seen Lara at work he unhappily went back to his office at 6:00am to start work again but little did he know that something was going on behind his back that he would have been pleased know about…
A strong gust of wind blew past the alley way that was full of paper planes. All of the planes moved around a little but the plane with Lara’s lip print on was taken away in the wind!
Lara got up at 8:00am to go to work when she realised that she had left her phone in the apartment she was in yesterday. She got into her car and drove off. Once she’d arrived she quickly got out of her car and ran through the hallway to the lift where she zoomed up to floor 25. After the lift doors opened Lara walked out then sprinted down another hallway to room 107 to get her phone. She saw Oliver sitting by the window and tried to get his attention, but he was to sad to notice and thought that the voice calling his name was just his imagination so he didn’t look up. Then she went back down to the car park and drove away.
The paper plane with Lara’s lip print on was taken to the other side of the city in the wind with lots of stops when the wind died down. Then all the way back to Oliver who just threw it out of the window carelessly thinking that he would never see Lara again. The paper plane landed on the ground then bounced back up again when the wind got stronger and carried on its journey to Lara’s house.
After around five days the paper plane finally landed on the window sill of Lara’s house. She walked into her living room with her book, completely unaware of the paper plane on her window. Lara placed her cup of tea on the table next to where the paper plane was and sat down in her favourite arm chair to read her book. Just as she was about to pick up her cup of tea she noticed the paper plane sitting on her window sill. She opened it up and recognised it immediately. It was the piece of paper with her lip print on from that day at the train station. It had Oliver’s address on it so she quickly put down her book, got into her car and drove to Oliver’s house.
Unlike Lara, Oliver wasn’t happy at all. He was sad and a bit angry that he didn’t get Lara’s attention and thought that he would never see her again. Then there was a knock at the door. He trudged towards the door and asked who it was. There was no answer but just as he started to walk away Lara answered. He quickly straightened his shirt and opened the door. Lara stood there beaming with joy that she had finally found him. Then she bounded towards him and gave him a big hug.
Months later they got married and were as happy as they ever were and as happy as they ever will be.
THE END
Kuon's Story
The man had his head in his hand, sad and ashamed. He had met her twice and had lost her twice because of his foolishness. He wondered what she was doing. Was she thinking of him? It was like a child wanting to have something but is told that he can’t have it. But when you are told you can’t have it, you want it more.
The woman was walking down the road staring down at her feet. She wondered what the man she had met was doing and what he was feeling. Happy, sad or maybe even depressed? She also did miss the man since he was funny and interesting.
Just as she walked past an alley she caught a glimpse of rose red. She saw mountains of paper airplanes, but that wasn’t what caught her eye it was just one paper airplane with a red lipstick kiss mark. The memory of her meeting the man at the station flashed back in her brain. Even if it was coincidence or deliberate, she felt it like a sign or a flare. She traced back the paper airplanes to find him. If this was what he did, that meant that he felt the same for her so she can tell him what she felt for him, she thought.
The man was surprised when he saw the woman, he was sure he had lost, walking into his office causing the workers to fall silent. The only times he had met her was by coincidence but this time she was searching specifically for him. The man saw the happy emotion on her face and smiled back.
Alma
http://vimeo.com/4749536
Julianne's Story
Sarah loved dolls. They were her favourite toys, she loved collecting them from all over the world. On that same day, she was searching for even more dolls. Walking down the street, she saw a board where many children had written their names. As Sarah reached for the chalk, her older sister said annoyingly,
“We came here to get dolls. NOt write our names on the board so let’s not waste time,” dropping the chalk, Sarah caught sight of a doll store out of the corner of her eye. Angry that it was closed, she scrunched up some snow, transforming it into a well-made snowball that she threw at the door with all her might as she turned away. Slowly, the door gave away. Noticing the creak from the door, she spun around and ran inside; with her sister waiting at the door. Asking herself which one to choose, she finally decided to take them all.
As she stepped out of the shop, they starting fidgeting in her hands. Dropping them into a puddle, they slowly became bigger and bigger as Sarah stared in awe. Soon they were the size of children and were also able to move freely. They started running away calling out names as if they were on a wild chase. Sarah had saved the lives of many children, but why hadn’t she become a doll?
Sarah strode down the street, excited about her adventure. She knew that saving others was an experience worth treasuring although it might not end as you always wanted it to. OUt of all the people who had left, one had stayed. That was Alma.
“Why hadn’t I been turned into a doll Alma?” Sarah questioned her.
“That was because the magic only happens if you touch the doll, and the door has to close behind you. YOu also have to probably write your name on the board because that was when my doll appeared. That’s why you hadn’t been trapped,” Alma answered politely.
“I was stubborn enough to have the door close behind me, and write my name on the board,” she added soberly. Sarah noticed now that if not for her sister, she would’ve been turned into a doll. Stopping her from writing her name on the board and holding the door, it was as if she knew she could’ve been turned into a doll! Hugging her sister gratefully, she whispered,
“Thank you, for saving my life.”
THE END
Ariana's Story
Marie skipped down Lonely Lane as snow danced around her beret. She had decided to go for and early morning walk to forget about the household drama. But as she glided across the pavement, she realized that she felt more lonely walking the streets of Paris than she did locked inside her bedroom.
As she wandered through alleyways and backstreets she noticed that she had taken a wrong turn at the boulangerie and was now walking on unknown territory. Interested, she kept trodding along the gravel pavement until she came a slight clearing. In front of her was a large wall covered in names of different people. As she thought it was tradition, she picked up the well-used chalk and neatly traced her name onto the board. Marie. She was admiring the art of her handwriting when she heard a click from behind her. Slowly, she turned around. Inside a well crafted storeroom was a complete duplicate of herself, but only in a doll's form. It looked as if she were looking at her own reflection and felt as if she were to be grateful for her beautiful features.
After staring at the glass for quite a while she realized the doll had suddenly vanished. Curious, she tried the gold painted door handle. No luck. The door was locked shut. Frustrated, she began to retrace her steps. Mid way, she heard a door creaking and spun around to see the door open just a crack. She swung the door open and smelt the room. It smelled of wax and incense, something you might smell when you enter a candle shop or a soap store. Taking very small baby steps, she entered the room. Broken tiles crunched beneath her feet and the smell grew stronger with every inch of the way.
Her eyes searched the the room. Dolls from all over the world somehow were placed on a shelf surrounding the room. Chinese, Japanese, Austrian, Russian, everywhere there were dolls. After scanning the entire room she spied her doll on a top shelf at the back of the room. She carefully made her way past a pair of identical twins that she felt were watching her every move. When she reached the shelf that contained her precious doll, she clambered upon a worn out sofa and reached her gloved hand high up to the top shelf. Her fingers searched the shelf until they came upon a hard rounded shape. Got it she thought as she tugged on the leg. Over the top shelf and down into her arms the doll fell, until Marie tightened her grip and jumped off the sofa. Quickly, she fled from the traumatizing workshop and out onto the street. She exhaled loudly and started to jog back the way she came. I am not going back there she thought as she became familiar with her surroundings.
Back inside the haunted storeroom, dolls were coming to life. Arms started growing, toes started wiggling and eyes blinked at lightning speed. The once plastic figures were now back to flesh and bones. They scurried out of the room and crowded the once Lonely Lane, each and every child eager to return home.
Inside the shop, the shelves were empty and the feeling of adrenalin had vanished. There was only. One. Doll. Left. The doll of the evil owner. She had transformed herself into a living doll when the shop had first opened, and stood on a ledge right next to the door so that she was able to observe the comings and goings of the children. But one thing that she did not like was when stupid, selfish children outsmarted her. This made her want to blow up every last child on the planet and dance all night on their graves. Furious, she poured the contents of a small vile over herself. The liquid quickly drizzled down the sides of her fuscia coloured tutu, and into her small rose slippers. Immediately, she began to grow. First her arms, then her head and finally the rest of her body. Soon she was the same size as an average human. She peered outside of the workshop and onto the street. Revolting. She thought, as one of her tiny toes set foot on the gravel. Although she might be a doll, she was able to create extremely wicked ideas. So that’s, exactly what she did…
To Be Continued...
Do you think they have ended them in a way that makes you feel 'Do you know what. That was a pretty awesome way to end that film!'
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