I have a Christmas holiday script (from the perspective of a lonely tree 6 pages) and a murder short (not gory from the perspective of an old grandfather clock 2 1/2 written pages) that I can turn into a script. Those are the only two that would be short and not be horror.
Tree script:
Page 1
-see a vast forest of evergreen with a blanket of snow
Narrator: Gaze upon the snow filled trees…
-see a truck driving through the forest the side of it saying lumberjack and Christmas tree seller
Narrator: ...and bear witness to what they could be.
-see an evergreen tree older surrounded by other trees
Narrator: One grew deep within the forest. Awaiting it’s day of rest.
-see one of its leaves brown
Narrator: It’s the last winter it will be green. It’s only prayer was to be seen.
Page 2
-see the truck stop near the tree
Narrator: Here comes the lumberjack.
-see the ax in the passenger seat
Narrator: Most fear the ax…
-see the lumberjack getting out of the truck with his ax
Narrator...but this tree sees its last chance to be something more than just a glance.
-see the lumberjack walking up to the group of trees
Narrator: Most fear to be a Christmas tree. This one welcomes it with glee.
Page 3
-see a crack in the trees trunk
Narrator: It’s life was already ending. It would rather go out with a bang than quietly decomposing.
-see the lumberjack looking at the trees deciding what to do
Narrator: “Let it be me! Oh, to be a Christmas tree. I would give children glee. Let it be me!” The tree thought.
-see the ax in the cracked trunk
Narrator: The ax falls and it’s time ticks down.
-see the truck driving out of the forest towards a town with the tree in the back
Narrator: Off to the market downtown.
Grandfather Murder (written example not yet script):
It sits there in that house of horrors basking in the surreal calm. Its voice rings out alerting all of its dignified purpose, but what was its purpose now. It pondered on this realization, but cast it aside its purpose was unchanging despite being ignored. They lay before in stillness perhaps waiting for something that it could not comprehend, but in such an odd way they waited. It couldn't see them twitch in their sleep as he had seen a few times before when they took a nap on the sofa.
Then a sound penetrated the stagnant air around it. At first it thought of the baby wailing, but no it wasn't coming from the young master before it, who was strangely quiet. Normally any small sound would wake it and make it cry; then again it had been up later than normal the other night. The sound drew closer closely followed by the sound of many engines.
“Such a ruckus,” It stated as wheels screeched into the driveway, “Just like the other night.” Steps slapped the ground and the door shook with a pounding fist.
“Police, open up,” A man’s voice shouted.
“How rude,” It huffed as the door down the hall burst open to reveal several men in blue. They rushed through the house, but paused to take a gander at the sleeping masters.