{"id":494,"date":"2016-05-17T01:57:40","date_gmt":"2016-05-17T01:57:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=494"},"modified":"2016-05-17T02:05:40","modified_gmt":"2016-05-17T02:05:40","slug":"page-8-hollywood-treatment-screenplay-of-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/page-8-hollywood-treatment-screenplay-of-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Page 8 Hollywood Treatment Screenplay of The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hollywood Treatment Screenplay The Grayling Page 8<br \/>\nAuthor House Hollywood Treatment original 3-9-2012<br \/>\nNearly three days. Hunger sets in as the supplies dwindle. Edith screams out as an enormous rat races across the floor. Joseph grabs a block of wood and hammers the rat. From outside, the shouts of Nazi SOLDIERS marching by, petrifies the family. They pray in silence for God to keep them hidden as a battle rages outside of their hidden door. Then, as suddenly as it began, the fighting stops. \u201cDo we dare venture out?\u201d Anna whispers. \u201cIf we don\u2019t, we die,\u201d Joseph tells them.<br \/>\nJoseph opens the hatch of the bunker and the wind blows life into the family sheltering within. As they exit, they must shield their eyes from the bright sunlight. Henry tugs on Joseph\u2019s hand and asks his father if the war is over. Joseph tells him that all they can hope for is that &#8230;See www.thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hollywood Treatment Screenplay The Grayling Page 8 Author House Hollywood Treatment original 3-9-2012 Nearly three days. Hunger sets in as the supplies dwindle. Edith screams out as an enormous rat races across the floor. Joseph grabs a block of wood and hammers the rat. From outside, the shouts of Nazi SOLDIERS marching by, petrifies the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[545,546],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-7Y","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/494"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=494"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/494\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":497,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/494\/revisions\/497"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}