Short stories, novellas, screenplays etc.

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ANYTHING: A short screenplay (completed).

A coming-of-age drama for both Jacob, a young college student, and Mason, an aging father-of-two. Each with their own hidden agenda, the two strangers embark on a temporarily satisfying relationship. Hidden from the outside world, both men find peace in the presence of each other, living in a dream neither thought possible: one man benefiting from the wisdom of a more experienced figure; the other living through youth that was once denied to him. However, as emotions threaten to become stronger and the reality of their situation becomes apparent, the outside world comes crashing in, ultimately requiring difficult decisions to be made.

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CHIHUAHUA: A short screenplay (completed)

CHIHUAHUA is an ultra-modern thriller about the complex but symbiotic bond between, Eden, a historically abused social worker and, King, the son of an LA drug lord…and his Chihuahua. In navigating their relationship under the brutal eye of the kingpin himself, each come face-to-face with self-insufficiencies, forced to make crucial decisions that will forever alter the power dynamics present in the household. Tensions continue to rise as each player tests another, until the entire game inevitably reaches a point-of-no-return for all involved.  

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STRANGERS: A short screenplay (completed)

STRANGERS explores the nature of change through four diverse individuals in a remote country town, and their unique relationship to each other. Over the course of a single day, as each stranger interacts with another, an unexpected yet crucial thread connecting them all begins to reveal itself. Through every intense encounter, each must confront their own ideas of change and time, until the final moment when one stranger must make a decision that will alter the future for all, and perhaps even the past.

*Inspiration for a feature film, WINTER SONG

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LAVANDE: A short screenplay (completed)

LAVANDE follows “Dropout,” a deadbeat high school junior, as he navigates his mundane life in rural New England. The entire town having already determined his fate as another backcountry failure, he too succumbs to the notion, until the whacky high school French teacher takes an unexpected interest in his future. Though both live day-by-day under extreme financial pressures, through their atypical relationship, they find something to give the other, highlighting how the tiniest action can make the biggest difference. Ending in a sudden and strange offer from Madame herself, Dropout is faced with a decision that could forever alter the course of his life should he take it – thanks to the power of language. 


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VOL: A dramatic novella and feature screenplay (in progress)

SYNOPSIS: Thomas is a timid American studying in Paris at the verge of adulthood when he unexpectedly befriends an older and mysterious French woman in the bars of Montmartre. In doing so, he’s abruptly taken on a journey of self torment, love, and discovery. Through exploring the dark sides to the City of Light, Thomas will learn the many sacrifices to be made in order to live authentically and without borders. With the help of the intriguing woman and other individuals along the way, Thomas is forced to recognize the beauty in darkness as he himself is resurrected.

Sample:

“She let the answer sit in the air like the smoke from her cigarette. It ran into my nose and normally I would detest the scent of it. But this time I didn’t mind. Instead, I imagined what she smelled like – her perfume, her hair, her body. That ominous woman with the tempting voice in that gritty Parisian bar. It begged you to get closer; want to know where she had been, the stories she’d lived through, seen. Beauty in her gesture and sense of being. What was behind her eyes and in her mind.

Being the naive student I was, I gave in and let my curiosity lead the way, guided by the mature woman in the black fur coat with sharp eyes. Just a whisper of her foreign tongue was enough to obliterate the years of walls I had built up for myself. A single word and she was able to break me. But for the first time, I wanted to be broken; if only to be rebuilt into the person I had always craved to be but was too ashamed to show. She was the key to my longly needed resurrection…”

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MUSIC IS: A modern novella and feature screenplay (in progress)

SYNOPSIS: Fresh out of college, two aspiring DJs take a road trip across America, discovering more about one another along the way while simultaneously perfecting their craft, aiming for ultimate musical control. In tune to each other’s rhythms, their adventure starts out as a vibrant ballad with every new lyric and song heard adding to the soundtrack of their life. Contributing to the eclectic album they shared and communicated with. However, as their achievements and recognition begin to grow, the partners run into unprecedented obstacles and doubt, forcing both to question if they truly know one another. As the pressure and tension heighten and new realities sink in, the imaginary soundtrack crafted from their experiences starts to evolve. With influences from eerie and unexpected genres mixing their way in, the two DJs are confronted with a harsh turn of events, revealing the ultimate power of music while also begging the question – who had truly been manipulated? And for how long?

Sample:

“I want to show you something,” the voice said. Unsure of how to respond, Kathleen looked back at her now partially blocked view of LA and saw two planes taking off at the same time, only to part ways in the end. Their flashing red lights kept beating, but in different directions. She was mesmerized by the site and felt like she was falling as slow piano chords echoed from the nearby house. She heard as the song came to a close and then looked at the window of the black vehicle almost blocking her path. The ghost of a song flew by her as the wind picked up and the final words of the last song that night were spoken.

I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing’s as it seems

She took a deep breath, looked back at the hillside mansion, and whispered something into the air as faint streams of water ran down her cheek.

And real life is stranger than my dreams.

The outro ended and the notes ran wild through the Hills, escaping all confines to be had. The black wheels of the car rapidly spun in circles like a vinyl left to play on, long after it was finished, long after its songs were heard, its choruses delivered, and its beats felt.

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