WRITING
Along with projects mentioned under Directing, Mia has written a portfolio of film scripts, plays, short stories, and poems.
IF LOOKS COULD KILL
Pilot Script
Written by Mia Ehrlich
A serial-killer dark comedy that explores modern-day obsession with beauty and popularity.
THROUGH THE REAR VIEW MIRROR
One Act Play
Written by Mia Ehrlich
All taking place in the confines of a car, a high school friend group rekindles after three years for a funeral.
SHORT STORIES
Writing Examples
Written by Mia Ehrlich
IPHIGENIA RETURNS HOME:
"Her body washed up on the shore of Aulis the day after the ceremony where she was found by a group of young girls playing in the sand.
The scene was quiet, colored only by the sound of the tide and the red of her arrival. The girls didn’t see her at first. They were playing architect, building castles in the sediment, naming seashells Mother and Daughter and pressing them into each other. Their fathers didn’t like them using their hands or playing in the sun. Their fathers didn’t like them being seen. But every so often when their fathers were absent and the sky was shrouded in clouds, their mothers would let them escape silently through the back door, granting their daughters a freedom they wished they could have enjoyed for themselves..."
AMY & OLIVIA:
"It happened quickly: the girls sat on the concrete to eat their lunch, Amy bent down to look at a bug, Amy sat up, Olivia grabbed Amy’s head and split it open against the curb. There was a crack when she made contact--the kind of noise that makes people shrink their necks into their shoulders, like nails on a chalkboard or a balloon popping in a crowded hall. But Olivia and Amy were far from the playground, far from their classmates. No one heard the sound except the girls, the sun, and the bug..."
PORTRAIT OF A GIRL:
"The crowd is celebrating Charlie and Anna is stuck watching it.
It’s Charlie’s first gallery and he’s wickedly nervous. The evening prior was spent agonizing over every detail of his appearance: which trousers looked individual enough, which cologne wouldn’t upset the older buyers, if a pinstripe jacket would make him look too young to be taken seriously. After endless rounds of him pacing from bathroom to bedroom and asking Anna to choose between nearly identical red ties, she let out a disgusting groan and told him something he hated to hear: 'There’s no difference.' Her tone must have betrayed a bit too much irritation because upon hearing it, Charlie stomped out of the room and mumbled a heartbreaking: 'That’s because you’re not an artist.'..."
