Rewards Of Justice - fantasy/adventure/short story
"Ah, Blackthorn," the wanderer murmured. "Where have you been since the break of dawn? Soaring above the ocean hunting a gull for breakfast?" He reached inside his cape and withdrew a slice of smoked meat. "A tidbit of sustenance to tide you over, my friend."
The bird of prey gazed at the morsel with intent and gently pecked the offering from the wanderer's hand with careful consideration and swallowed. The peregrine ruffled his wings and a gullís downy feather drifted to the ground as lightly as a snowflake. Of the telltale feather, Gabriel made no comment.
He smiled as his thoughts turned to the delightful adventure that was about to begin.
The Power Of Extrasensory Perceptions
My friend, Myra Dion, stood on a chair holding an oval picture frame against the wall while I stood poised in peaceful contemplation at the other end of the bedroom gazing at the scene of Mary holding baby Jesus on her lap.
It was the perfect spot for the picture.
Then suddenly I sensed the arrival of a spiritual visitor as it flowed into the room from all directions like a summer breeze composed of gentle energy. It was sublime and sensed in reverent awe. We were immersed in the divine warmth.
I gazed in awe at Myra. By the look on her face, she was feeling the same thing but I was reluctant to prompt her perceptions of the event by describing what I was feeling. I had to know what she felt in her own words. It was obvious to me that my friend Myra was very much aware of what was happening but she appeared to be speechless.
"Do you feel that, Myra?" I whispered.
With a look of awe, she nodded.
"What does it feel like to you, Myra?"
"I feel like a big warmth is holding me," Myra said softly.
The event was like a sublime preview of heaven. The awesome being could be nothing else but a heavenly and wondrous angel.
When Twilight Falls - mystery/thriller
In the darkness, 12 year old Jamey Ellis heard the tread of heavy footsteps stomp up the stairs. His body tensed and his heartbeat quickened. Fearful expectation slithered down his spine as steps on the landing moved toward his bedroom door. He huddled on his side beneath the sheet and pretended to sleep. The door opened and Frank Bowdenís dark shadow reached across the floor.
Through the slit of an eye, Jamey watched as Frank rasped a large hand over a blonde crew cut and stared with eyes that seemed to drill into his body like bullets. The boy held his breath while the man in uniform scanned the room like a cop looking for signs of trouble. Frank turned away and closed the door behind him.
Jamey exhaled in shuddering relief and stared at the pebbled stucco ceiling. Frank had found nothing amiss this time. Mr. Nice Guy had not found a reason to punish him. A frightful memory rose to the fore. He shuddered as he recalled the dreadful morning Frank told him his mother had left in the middle of the night and would never return. Still, he waited for her.
Moviescript For Beginner Filmmakers/short story
According to the script instuctor, the short story script I submitted was his favorite. He thought my screenplay was the best of the lot and said it was his favourite pick.
Filmmakers have found each page of a screenplay equals one day of shooting. There is a need for producer, director, costume, props, makeup, light, cameraman and sound. The script provides dialogue and location for a scene. The director calls the shots.
The storyline involves two elderly men and an elderly woman who have been lifelong friends. Sammy Dodson is cantankerous due to a major upheaval in the past. Mike Elliot is a gregarious sort of man who settled for what life had to offer. Didi Hill, closer to Mike than Sammy, takes life as it comes yet pines for what can never be. An incident in the present and another from the past affects the old menís friendship in the present but in a poignant and hapless manner.
It is a story of life, love and friendship.
This is a filmmaking project for family, relatives and friends to enjoy and talk about for ages.
There will be a need for extra pedestrian players of all ages. The director decides and rules the set.