Climbing through my soul, wished for you today to be
Near my heart, but you were not there for you to save me.
Steeped aside a ridge, I felt your breath return in my ears
To prove myself worthy a love on terra firma and it’s tears.

Here it is, what you’ve all been waiting for. I know, I know, it’s taken a little bit of time, but,well, these things need discussion, pushing and pulling about, and tactile infusion when things get a little bit rough. However, I digress, here we are:  2009 Scribblepool Short Film Entry.

This script has been registered with the Writers’ Copyright
Association (www.wcauk.com) Registration number – C102846
Logline
As a deadly virus threatens the survival of humans as well as an alien species known as the Aonise, a King must rise to save them all.
Synopsis
Taliri’s life on Earth is difficult. For years his race, the Aonise has lived amongst the [...]

Sea of Life
In the shining light of ecstasy with your soul laid bare to see
You’ll raise your hands to touch the sun
And know there will be me

The second chapter of my NanoWrimo novel from November 2008
The Cabinet Makers
Chapter 2
“What the hell’s this drivel Calthorpe?” Ransome barked sternly. “Obviously you haven’t read the brief; it’s just a fucking waste of time having you turn out this dog’s dinner garbage!”

Ransome was not a man given to tolerance. He had now been appointed Director [...]

I need your words tonight
standing in the shadow
of lifes past nuances
and ambiguities

The Gift
Something came rumbling down the chimney
There was a hell of a din from the flue
The night was already on fire
We just didn’t know what to do.

Poet’s Brain
contradictory and totally insane
visions of devils and shattering pain
sensibilities and feelings of love
illlusionary ramblings, sweet turtle dove.

FADE IN:
INT. CATHY’S KITCHEN – EVENING
Cathy looks down at the salad she prepares. Two lettuce leaves, half a tomato and two slices of cucumber, one scoop of cooked rice
The food is methodically prepared; she cuts a carrot half into two slices and begins to talk
CATHY
Do you remember the day that we became friends? Do you? [...]

Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.

There’s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.

No more pain,
No more fear, and no more lonely words.