Scenes
A scene = one idea on screen. You fill in its words and pictures.
Big lineOne line, very large, written word by word: each word arrives low, pale and soft, then settles, and the key words take your colour. The small line and the label follow on the beat; then the line pulses with the music, a glint crosses the label and the camera keeps coming closer.
Stacked wordsTwo to four short words that land one by one, on the beat, spread over the whole scene. Each landing shoves the ones already there, then the pile sways with the music. The last one takes your colour.
Punch lineWords arrive group by group, on the beat, flatten and bounce back. The full stop is a ball in your colour, which drops in last: your key words then take their colour, and the ball keeps bouncing on the beat, the line giving under it, until the scene ends.
Typed in the frameA click opens a selection frame, then your words are typed in it faster and faster. The pointer comes back, pulls the frame by its corner, and your words grow with it. The frame and the words then give a start on each beat, the caret glowing, until the scene ends.
Words in cutsTwo to four phrases, one per beat, each filling the frame on its own ground: yours, its inverse, your colour. Every beat is a cut.
Words on the groundYour line lies on a gridded floor and the camera glides over it; on a beat, it stands up at once to face you. The floor keeps running under it, and it turns slowly and gives a start with the music until the end.
Words that slamTwo to four phrases written one behind the other, in depth. In time with the music, the camera flies to the next one: the word on screen grows until it leaves the picture, and the one that waited far away arrives and lands full size. One faces you, one lies on the ground, and the last one stays, underlined in your colour.
Line and zoomYour sentence writes itself word by word on a line that slides, and its emphasised words (failing any, the last one) arrive in a plate of your colours. The slide speeds up, the camera throws itself at the plate, brakes hard, then keeps creeping in, with a kick in time with the music.
Words in the viewfinderFour corner marks, as in a viewfinder, close on a short word. Then the frame stretches in one go to hold your whole sentence, which is written behind it letter by letter. In time with the music its emphasised words (failing any, the last one) take your two colours, and the frame starts to close again.
Travelling lineYour sentence is set so large that it does not fit the picture: the camera runs along it while it is written word by word, whips over the last words, brakes, keeps gliding with a shove in time with the music, then shoots off to the side. The emphasised words (failing any, the first one) take your colour. In a tall frame the sentence is stacked and the camera comes down it.
A chip in the lineA sentence with a gap, and in the gap a chip: a small mark (or your picture) and a word. The chip turns like a wheel, in time with the music, to show your words one after the other, and the rest of the sentence closes up or opens to its width. Unlike “Changing word”, the word sits in a chip, in the middle of the line, and the line moves with it.
Giant wordThe emphasised word of your sentence (failing one, the last) crosses the picture huge, so large that only a few of its letters fit. Then the same word arrives small, in its place, and the rest of the sentence closes in around it: two sizes for one word, in time with the music. In a longer scene, the start of the sentence is written first.
Question and answerTwo sentences in the same place. The first writes itself word by word, its last word in your colour, then falls away: it shrinks towards the centre, faster and faster. The second sweeps in from the side, larger, brakes while it is written and comes towards you, with a kick in time with the music. Before a cut, the camera goes through it.
Annotated lineYour sentence writes itself word by word, faster and faster, while a pen annotates it by hand: a loop, a line, a box round your emphasised words, an arrow, strokes that live from one picture to the next. Then the key word (the last emphasised one, failing any the last word) bursts in, large inside a spiky ring, in time with the music.
Letter by letterA short word is spelled out, one letter more each time, in time with the music: its letters stand far apart, from one edge of the picture to the other. In the middle of the word your logo (or an icon) arrives edge-on and flips round, then punches up while a disc of colour grows from behind it and floods the picture. The grounds are your colours, all at the same lightness.
Scattered lettersAn ending drawn by hand. The letters of your sentence float small, scattered over the whole picture, while a pen circles those of your emphasised word (failing any, the last) one by one. Then, in time with the music, they pull together and grow: your sentence is there with a loop round it, and your logo comes in under it.
Word and iconOne word, typed at once behind a block that leaves a caret, beside an icon with volume: it is filmed from one angle, then another, then another, in time with the music. An accent in your colour goes with it and changes each time: a star that throws rays, a beam that widens, or small signs that pop out round it. Made to follow itself: three words, three icons, three accents.
Title in three sizesA title set in three sizes and two typefaces: a figure or a first word very large, a heavy word, a light word. Each part appears at once, in time with the music, with no slide and no fade. Under it, one small word at a time, cut to the next. Above it, small glowing panels come in from one side, then the other.
ProThe full stop becomes the filmYour line is typed large; its full stop is a shape in your colour that comes last. It waits a beat, gathers itself, then your picture comes out of it: your words pour into the full stop, which opens on it and grows in one sweep into a large card that lands with a bounce.
ProThe line opensYour line, written group by group: each group arrives in your colours, then turns to ink; then it opens: the words move apart and two icons rise from behind the line into the gaps. It leaves by growing, faster and faster.
ProSilkThe whole picture is a sheet of silk in the shades close to your colour, leaning a little and twisted, whose folds rise and slide slowly; your big line and your small line are written over it. The edges of the colours are crisp in places and soft in others, like light on satin.
DropThree drops of ink fall into water, tear into filaments and settle; your line appears where the ink has passed. The third carries your colour.
PlumeYour colour and a milky white rise in plumes through dark water and wind round each other; your line lights up where they have passed.
ProStickersA block of your colour, ringed by a thick line and a hard shadow, slams onto the page with its strip of tape; your line is stamped onto it letter by letter, the small line arrives on a tilted sticker, and three stickers snap on around them on a stiff spring.
ProCompositionYour line is built letter by letter from stems drawn with a ruler, arcs drawn with a compass and discs; behind it a disc, a bar and a triangle in primary colours, yours among them, recompose in time with the music.
ProOrnamentsGold ornaments open on your line: a fan above it, stepped rules drawing themselves from the middle out to both sides, your line rising letter by letter from the centre, a stone of your colour under it; a sheen crosses the gold.
ProShoutYour line is shouted: a spiky balloon in your colour, shaded with dots and inked, slams into the panel among speed lines; the letters come in one by one; a yellow caption box slides into the corner with the small line.
ProFalling wordsThe words do what they say: the first line's letters fall and squash, its last word arrives large then shrinks, the next line whips in from the side and multiplies down the frame in outline; your key words take your colour.
ProSignYour line in glass tubes on their clips: it lights up word by word, one word hesitating before it holds; a white core and a halo, the first line in a script of a second neon colour, the rest in your colour.
ProGame titleA video game's title screen: the letters drop one by one and bounce on a depth of your colour, a title's wave runs through them now and then, and the small line blinks below.
ProLetters in charactersYour line in big letters made of characters: each cell takes the sign whose shape follows the letter; a print head writes it, then a lamp's light slowly crosses it. Your key words in your colour.
ProCamcorder titlerThe words a camcorder's titler burns into a home video: big white capitals with a black rim appearing letter by letter, your key words in your colour, the date in a corner; the picture held by hand.
ProPlotted titleYour line plotted as on a drawing: the construction lines first, along a ruler, then a pen follows the outline of each letter in a plotter's order; the cap height is dimensioned. Your key words in your colour.
ProLetters laid downYour line laid on the floor of an isometric model: letters thick as plaques fall one by one with two small bounces, and the cube in your colour is the full stop.
ProPaper seaYour line cut from thick paper folds up, letter by letter, out of a sea of torn paper; it sways a little on its hinges, and so do the waves before it. Your key words in your colour's paper.
ProDeparturesYour line is written on a departures board: each letter turns over several times on its two halves and stops on its own, left to right, with the clack of the flaps; your key words on flaps of your colour.
ProDropped lettersA heavy bar with your small line drops and bounces; then the letters of your line are let go from above, fall with a spin, tip over and stand up straight on the bar; then a marble in your colour rolls along the bar.
ProLetter swarmYour line is a swarm of grains of light: they whirl in, wheel round and settle on the letters, then never quite stand still; your key words in your colour.
ProLiquid lettersA pool in your colour lies in the frame: the letters rise out of it one by one, liquid, and stand sharp while the pool draws in to a bar; now and then a drop forms under the bar and falls.
ProHalo riseA soft field of your colour ramp swells behind your line, seen through fluted glass, and your words rise on it in white, letter by letter; then the field breathes and drifts.
The dateA calendar whose sheets are torn off faster and faster down to the day you announce, which lands on the beat beside your line; after that the corner of the sheet lifts, the day pulses with the music and the camera keeps coming closer.
Glass loupeA drop of glass falls on your text, runs over it in bounds, in time with the music, magnifying what it passes, and stops on the words that matter: there it breathes and the light turns in it until the end.