Screenplay

🎬 Welcome to My Screenplay Library

Welcome to the heart of my storytelling — a growing collection of original screenplays across genres and formats.

This page is organized by the status of each script. Whether you're scouting for a fresh project, seeking a writer for hire, or simply curious, feel free to explore. All titles are hyperlinked to previews or pages (once available).

✅ Available Scripts

These scripts are completed and ready for production, collaboration, or acquisition. Each one reflects a unique story style rooted in emotion, culture, or tension.

🎬 Short Film Scripts

🎞️ Feature-Length Scripts

📺 Series Scripts


🚫 Sold / Not Available

These scripts have been sold or optioned and are no longer available for new requests.


✍️ Ongoing Projects

Scripts in development. Open to collaborators, producers, and feedback.


🏆 Contest Entries

Scripts submitted to festivals, screenplay labs, or writing competitions.


💼 Scriptwriting Services

Have an idea? Let’s bring it to life. I offer:

  • ✏️ Original screenplay writing (shorts, features, series)
  • 📚 Book/story adaptations
  • 🛠️ Script rewrites & editing
  • 📄 Pitch deck assistance & character breakdowns
  • 👻 Ghostwriting (under NDA)

Contact Me for scriptwriting services:

Note: This page is updated regularly with new titles, availability changes, and competition results. Reach out for full scripts or partnership inquiries.

Thank you for stopping by. Let’s create something unforgettable.
— Imole Olusanya.

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