Here's an example of how to format your story. Formatting your story this way makes it easier for you to build your seedance prompts.
Example: Title: Griselda: La Línea
1 minute video story
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0:00 to 0:15 Scene 1: The call from downstairs
Vintage Washington Heights apartment kitchen.
Old yellow stove. Plastic-covered table. Lace curtains. Tiny TV in the corner flickering with static. Rain tapping against the window. A pot of coffee sits on the burner.
Griselda sits at the kitchen table in her floral robe, hair in rollers, gold jewelry on, cigarette burning in the ashtray. She is calmly counting cash.
Beside her is a dusty burgundy vintage corded phone.
On-screen text:
Griselda Uptowns Queenpin
She slowly picks up the receiver.
Griselda says:
“Talk.”
Cut to the street below.
Her young runner is standing by a parked car with three nervous men. He is holding a payphone receiver close to his mouth, trying not to look scared.
Runner whispers:
“They changed the price.”
Griselda stops counting.
Runner adds:
“And I think they brought people.”
Back in the kitchen, Griselda looks at the cigarette burning in the ashtray.
She says calmly:
“Don’t move.”
The cigarette smoke rises.
Then it stops moving naturally.
The smoke bends sideways toward the cracked kitchen window like it heard the warning.
Griselda’s eyes shift.
The smoke slips out into the night.
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0:15 to 0:30 Scene 2: Smoke surveillance
The smoke creeps down the fire escape like a living thing.
It moves with purpose, not like normal smoke.
It wraps around railings, slips past laundry lines, slides over brick walls, and reaches the street below.
Outside her building, under a flickering streetlight, the runner stands near the parked car with the three men.
No product is clearly shown. Just cash, a small wrapped parcel, tense hands, and suspicious looks.
The buyer leans toward the runner.
Buyer says:
“Tell your boss the price changed.”
The runner glances up toward Griselda’s window.
The smoke splits into three thin trails.
One trail circles the buyer’s hand as he reaches into his jacket.
One trail slides behind a blue parked car and reveals a fourth man hiding in shadow.
One trail rises to the rooftop and reveals a lookout watching the block.
Cut back to Griselda in the kitchen.
The ember on her cigarette glows burgundy.
The phone cord twitches once.
Through the receiver, she hears the runner breathing nervously.
Griselda says softly:
“There’s four of them. Not three.”
Outside, the runner looks around, shocked.
The buyer freezes.
Now the audience understands.
The smoke is her eyes.
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0:30 to 0:45 Scene 3: La Línea activates
The hidden man behind the car steps out, realizing he has been exposed.
The buyer tries to grab the runner’s bag.
Inside the kitchen, Griselda calmly wraps the vintage phone cord around her finger.
The old phone does not show anything. It communicates through sound.
The rotary dial clicks by itself.
The bell inside the phone rings once.
Then again.
Through the receiver, Griselda hears faint layered street sounds.
Wet footsteps.
Nervous breathing.
Metal scraping inside a jacket.
The smoke outside circles the hidden men like target marks.
Then every old phone on the block starts ringing.
A bodega phone.
A payphone.
Apartment intercoms.
A car radio crackles with static.
Griselda speaks into the receiver:
“Drop it.”
Outside, the buyer’s hand locks up.
The bag falls to the wet pavement.
The cash inside flutters upward by itself, spinning around the men like cursed paper birds.
Griselda says:
“You came to rob me on a block that listens to me?”
The streetlights flicker.
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0:45 to 1:00 Scene 4: The block answers
The phone cord stretches impossibly from Griselda’s kitchen.
Through the hallway.
Out the cracked window.
Down the side of the building.
It moves like a living wire.
It snakes across the street and wraps around the ankle of the crew leader.
He is yanked to his knees.
Stylized chaos breaks out around him.
A car alarm blares.
A bat slams into the side of a parked car.
One man tries to run, but cursed cash blocks his path like spinning blades.
No gore. Just impact, fear, and power.
The building door opens.
Griselda steps outside in the rain, still holding the phone receiver.
Her robe moves in the wind.
Her rollers glow dusty pink, burgundy, and gold.
Her crew appears from the bodega, alley, and stoop behind her.
The runner backs away safely.
Griselda walks to the leader and presses the phone receiver to his ear.
Griselda says:
“You don’t change prices on my block.”
Beat.
“You ask permission to breathe on it.”
The smoke rises behind her and forms a faint crown.
Final shot:
Griselda standing under the bodega light.
Every phone on the block ringing.
Smoke circling above her like surveillance spirits.
Cut to black.