This is my place to just promote my scripts and writing now.
Links will be sent to Twitter for further promotion, there are a few people that follow me there that are in the business.
Anyway, DEVELOPMENT HELL is on it's way to Eerie Horror Fest. I'm thinking of one other. Not sure if I will do Shriekfest again. Looking for alternatives. I did find a competition for scripts with strong female leads, but they only have 2012 stuff posted. Not sure if they are doing one in '13. If they were to, I'd jump on that in a second since most characters in this are female.
So, here's my shameless self promotion stuff now:
Working on some projects that I'm happy about.
THE HOUSE - an anthology project that I am writing two segments for.
BRINE - an obvious shout out to HPL. A feature that I am working on that will provide very few answers by the end of the story.
SEAWORTHY - A short script and another shout out to HPL, this time in a dark comedy. Working on a second draft.
CREATED CHAOS - Another super short script inspired by HPL.
PASSAGES - Horror on an RV. Was going to be a feature, now a short, if I ever get back to it.
RED FLUSH - J-horror, yokai, toilet screenplay that is always a work in progress.
and.....V.E.A.-----not giving the title away, but it's a steampunk fairytale that is going on for two years now. Thinking on how I can divide it into two parts as it's already at 60 pages and no where near done. Think if Tarantino did something in steampunk and fairytales.....
I hope I did not bore anyone, if anyone reads this. Just excited about some things.
Going to finish up SEAWORTHY so maybe I can get it to a competition in short screenplay category.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
THE SOUND OF A THOUSAND VOICES SCREAMING AT THE STARS
What follows is a short, short, short story I wrote back in 1991. I wrote it while being bored in an Entertainment Copyright Law in Art School. It's very simple and very different. At the time I was a HUGE Lovecraft fan...still am...and for some reason I thought of this story. I've always dreamed of making something more of it and expanding the world it takes place in.
I'm thinking it might be my next screenplay project.
Anyway.....
A THOUSAND VOICES SCREAMING AT THE STARS
So I sit here. Looking over the landscape in front of me.
A tragedy.
A mess.
I ignore the neglect that the citizens have had to endure. I think about the Service we are assigned by The Controllers. Our daily lives. Our duty to fulfill The Call.
I ignore the hundred of other citizens gathered here on the rooftop, looking down at least eighty stories below. I ignore the thousands of other citizens all lined up on the towers around us in the city.
Our duty.
Our duty to fulfill The Call.
I do gaze into the Center Complex of the city. Several miles away. A bright yellow orange color. Stronger than the sun. Stronger than suffering. But not stronger than love.
How many time have my beloved and myself tried to get to the Center Complex. To behold it's wonders, it's mystery. For no citizen knows of what resides in the Center Complex. Life for sure. Old life. Older than this planet. Older than this city.
I think of how old the city is, and how all of us have grown up here. Not knowing anything other than this.
Our assigned duties by the Controllers. Those of us that are lucky enough to be Chosen to be an Overseer.
But most of us....sometime or another in our life, must offer to The Call.
I try not to think on these things.
Instead.....
I look over to my right. And the reason that I have not made another attempt to reach the Center Complex is there.
My lover. She sits next to me. My Kayla.
We've been through so much together.
She has even before me.
Her husband who was assigned to a job in the City Beneath the Sea (that is something I will never dwell on). The child that was taken away from her.
By the time I entered her life, we were both lost. Broken. Addicts of our own creation. We found each other and somehow rose above all this madness.
Day in and out, watching our neighbors and friends suddenly loose their sanity. Or change into something horrible.
Not us.
Our love endured for the past six years. We were untouched. Left alone by the Controllers. Given our Assignment. Her an Artist. Me......myself a Creator.
We both had the rare power to summon. And that scared the Center Complex.
We were left alone because they saw us as special.
Being special does not take away your obligation to The Call, however. And two years ago, we received our summons. Leading up to this point.
"It's an amazing site to see", she states.
"What is?"
"All the Citizens. Offering themselves. Here on top of the city."
I nod my head.
"It disgusts me", Kayla spits out. "We were so close to the truth."
At one time we were. She is right. We almost DID make it to the Center Complex.
"My mama mama used to tell me about the city before the First Call", she tells me. I remember her telling me this before, but I let her. This will most likely be the last time she will tell me.
"People did as they pleased. They worked were they wanted to. They ate when they wanted to. They made love however they wanted to."
She looks me in the eyes.
"Freedom. No insanity. No metamorphs. No Call. Can you imagine?"
I tell her that I could not. I never had any one who was still around since before The First Call.
She holds on to my arm.
"All this ugliness will be gone very soon. For you...for I...for all these citizens."
I ask her what would come after this.
"No one one knows what happens after we serve to The Call. I imagine it is only death. Death. Just death."
"How can that be beautiful?"
She looks down. "Because it is freedom. These things that we have been forced to do by the Controllers because of our Special nature. Our Assignments have appalled me. I know they have in your heart as well."
"You are right. I hate what you and I have become"
"We serve no God other than the Old God. That much I know. And whatever God the Old God is, I hate him." she says..
She looks around at all the citizens , spread out on top of the towers. The Call Guards, blocking the ways out of this. Then she looks up into the heavens. At the stars.
"Their beauty will shine down forever. No matter how mad we are down here, the stars will always be a reminder of what was. How peaceful they must be. How confused they must be when they look down upon our insanity of this city." she tells me, or herself, I'm not very sure.
She then points around the city.
"It's so quiet. No one is making even the slightest sound."
She is right. For the first time since we have been forced up here to honor our duty, I realize this. You can here the drones of City life below us. But up here. Around all these towers with all these people here, you expect commotion. Wailing. Anger. People professing their love for each other.
Terrified.
Yet all I hear is the wind. The winds from the heights of which we sit.
And Kayla's voice. Her sweet, angelic voice.
"It is quiet.", I agree.
"That, my love, is the sound of a thousand voices screaming at the stars".
At now the loud sound. Like that of a horn, or some loud instrument The City Complex lights up. Brighter. Intense.
And we see what really is at the heart of the Complex.
A mammoth sized thing. Bulbous head. Tentacles the size of three towers. It rises slowly.
The sound of the instrument louder.
The Call.
Now it happens. People around us loose their mind. Their sanity is turned off like the water coming out of a faucet.
Anguish, fear, wailing starts.
And they fall.
Plummet.
Offer themselves to the streets below.
I feel a gnawing in my mind. Something that is not my thoughts. It's not me. It's the Old God. He's here. I must fulfill mu Duty.
I see Kayla. She is gone. Her physical body is here, but she screams and stammers like a fool.
Then she offers herself. I see her body into the air.
Now I realize that the Complex is actually the sea. The city has been built around the sea....and now I know that beneath that spot in the sea is The Dreaming City that we have been told about in whispers. And now it dawns on me. We have been raised her, put here for this.
I.......yes...........IT IS.........OLD......OLDER THAN TIME......
Ai! Ai!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
Now isn't that a pleasant little story to write while in a class.....see...I am fucked up.
A lot of you are thinking that was a dumb fucking story....well go ahead. I'm rather fond of it.
I'm thinking it might be my next screenplay project.
Anyway.....
A THOUSAND VOICES SCREAMING AT THE STARS
So I sit here. Looking over the landscape in front of me.
A tragedy.
A mess.
I ignore the neglect that the citizens have had to endure. I think about the Service we are assigned by The Controllers. Our daily lives. Our duty to fulfill The Call.
I ignore the hundred of other citizens gathered here on the rooftop, looking down at least eighty stories below. I ignore the thousands of other citizens all lined up on the towers around us in the city.
Our duty.
Our duty to fulfill The Call.
I do gaze into the Center Complex of the city. Several miles away. A bright yellow orange color. Stronger than the sun. Stronger than suffering. But not stronger than love.
How many time have my beloved and myself tried to get to the Center Complex. To behold it's wonders, it's mystery. For no citizen knows of what resides in the Center Complex. Life for sure. Old life. Older than this planet. Older than this city.
I think of how old the city is, and how all of us have grown up here. Not knowing anything other than this.
Our assigned duties by the Controllers. Those of us that are lucky enough to be Chosen to be an Overseer.
But most of us....sometime or another in our life, must offer to The Call.
I try not to think on these things.
Instead.....
I look over to my right. And the reason that I have not made another attempt to reach the Center Complex is there.
My lover. She sits next to me. My Kayla.
We've been through so much together.
She has even before me.
Her husband who was assigned to a job in the City Beneath the Sea (that is something I will never dwell on). The child that was taken away from her.
By the time I entered her life, we were both lost. Broken. Addicts of our own creation. We found each other and somehow rose above all this madness.
Day in and out, watching our neighbors and friends suddenly loose their sanity. Or change into something horrible.
Not us.
Our love endured for the past six years. We were untouched. Left alone by the Controllers. Given our Assignment. Her an Artist. Me......myself a Creator.
We both had the rare power to summon. And that scared the Center Complex.
We were left alone because they saw us as special.
Being special does not take away your obligation to The Call, however. And two years ago, we received our summons. Leading up to this point.
"It's an amazing site to see", she states.
"What is?"
"All the Citizens. Offering themselves. Here on top of the city."
I nod my head.
"It disgusts me", Kayla spits out. "We were so close to the truth."
At one time we were. She is right. We almost DID make it to the Center Complex.
"My mama mama used to tell me about the city before the First Call", she tells me. I remember her telling me this before, but I let her. This will most likely be the last time she will tell me.
"People did as they pleased. They worked were they wanted to. They ate when they wanted to. They made love however they wanted to."
She looks me in the eyes.
"Freedom. No insanity. No metamorphs. No Call. Can you imagine?"
I tell her that I could not. I never had any one who was still around since before The First Call.
She holds on to my arm.
"All this ugliness will be gone very soon. For you...for I...for all these citizens."
I ask her what would come after this.
"No one one knows what happens after we serve to The Call. I imagine it is only death. Death. Just death."
"How can that be beautiful?"
She looks down. "Because it is freedom. These things that we have been forced to do by the Controllers because of our Special nature. Our Assignments have appalled me. I know they have in your heart as well."
"You are right. I hate what you and I have become"
"We serve no God other than the Old God. That much I know. And whatever God the Old God is, I hate him." she says..
She looks around at all the citizens , spread out on top of the towers. The Call Guards, blocking the ways out of this. Then she looks up into the heavens. At the stars.
"Their beauty will shine down forever. No matter how mad we are down here, the stars will always be a reminder of what was. How peaceful they must be. How confused they must be when they look down upon our insanity of this city." she tells me, or herself, I'm not very sure.
She then points around the city.
"It's so quiet. No one is making even the slightest sound."
She is right. For the first time since we have been forced up here to honor our duty, I realize this. You can here the drones of City life below us. But up here. Around all these towers with all these people here, you expect commotion. Wailing. Anger. People professing their love for each other.
Terrified.
Yet all I hear is the wind. The winds from the heights of which we sit.
And Kayla's voice. Her sweet, angelic voice.
"It is quiet.", I agree.
"That, my love, is the sound of a thousand voices screaming at the stars".
At now the loud sound. Like that of a horn, or some loud instrument The City Complex lights up. Brighter. Intense.
And we see what really is at the heart of the Complex.
A mammoth sized thing. Bulbous head. Tentacles the size of three towers. It rises slowly.
The sound of the instrument louder.
The Call.
Now it happens. People around us loose their mind. Their sanity is turned off like the water coming out of a faucet.
Anguish, fear, wailing starts.
And they fall.
Plummet.
Offer themselves to the streets below.
I feel a gnawing in my mind. Something that is not my thoughts. It's not me. It's the Old God. He's here. I must fulfill mu Duty.
I see Kayla. She is gone. Her physical body is here, but she screams and stammers like a fool.
Then she offers herself. I see her body into the air.
Now I realize that the Complex is actually the sea. The city has been built around the sea....and now I know that beneath that spot in the sea is The Dreaming City that we have been told about in whispers. And now it dawns on me. We have been raised her, put here for this.
I.......yes...........IT IS.........OLD......OLDER THAN TIME......
Ai! Ai!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
Now isn't that a pleasant little story to write while in a class.....see...I am fucked up.
A lot of you are thinking that was a dumb fucking story....well go ahead. I'm rather fond of it.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
More graphics. New script ideas
One more graphic I made on the run for DEVELOPMENT HELL. Going to try to post these around places...somewhere....to try to push my script. Not fully counting on the competitions this year.
The gas mas image is a representation of one of the central evil characters in the script "The First Created".
Also revised the other two I did yesterday, slightly.
The blood red sky over the Hollywood sign, kind of paints the theme, and is very visual of the ending!
The retro computer is a central prop used through out the script. I love retro tech....and with several horror / sci fi movies having a retro look and feel in 2012, it felt OK to do this.
I've decided on at least two competitions / festivals this year. Eerie Horror Fest and something called Shockfest. May not do the two I entered last year. One of them I know I don't stand a chance on (it's one of the biggest) and I'm not too sure on the other one yet.
I'm slightly afraid of what people will think. It's a very bitter, weird and strange story. It's very anti Hollywood in it's theme (although that does not reflect my entire attitude towards Hollywood) and the ending is a real downer....
I made kind of a ballsy move with the ending, and did something that one probably really should not do in a screenplay. I find it depressing as hell...just the way I like my life I guess.
On the flip side, I hope to attract attention. It has two very strong and intelligent female characters, who happen to be in a same sex relationship. Now I know a lot of people are saying that this is a guy writing out some sick fantasy. Wrong. There is not even a hint of sexual content in this script. I made them this way, just because I wanted to. I wanted to break stereotypes. Why can't a couple be gay in a horror movie without it being a political statement (although I do feel same sex marriage should be a right). It's no different then how I try not to play the minority stereotype game either. I believe in giving all types of people a spotlight in my stories. The next one I'm working on (maybe) is mostly hetro-sexual college kids, but I'm sure I will find a way to sneak something fresh in it.
It's probably gonna: piss people off, make them not want to read my stuff ever again, have them think I have issues ( and I do), or just get them very bummed out. And angry with my choice of sexual orientation in the script. We'll see just how liberal filmmakers and writers / readers really are......
Thinking of developing a couple (gasp, ready for this) more comedic ideas. Still horror. Still gory. But a bit on the lighter side.
I'm in the long process of researching these two ideas to make sure they have not been done exactly the way I want to. I hope not. They are kind of my way of paying tribute to the movies I grew up with in the70's and 80's. But I would be no where near ready to write them. I'm polishing up a short script and working on two other features.
OK...that was fun typing to myself. Since no one reads this crap, I'm gonna post it and go read it myself...then let it sit and fester with scurvy.
Also revised the other two I did yesterday, slightly.
The blood red sky over the Hollywood sign, kind of paints the theme, and is very visual of the ending!
The retro computer is a central prop used through out the script. I love retro tech....and with several horror / sci fi movies having a retro look and feel in 2012, it felt OK to do this.
I've decided on at least two competitions / festivals this year. Eerie Horror Fest and something called Shockfest. May not do the two I entered last year. One of them I know I don't stand a chance on (it's one of the biggest) and I'm not too sure on the other one yet.
I'm slightly afraid of what people will think. It's a very bitter, weird and strange story. It's very anti Hollywood in it's theme (although that does not reflect my entire attitude towards Hollywood) and the ending is a real downer....
I made kind of a ballsy move with the ending, and did something that one probably really should not do in a screenplay. I find it depressing as hell...just the way I like my life I guess.
On the flip side, I hope to attract attention. It has two very strong and intelligent female characters, who happen to be in a same sex relationship. Now I know a lot of people are saying that this is a guy writing out some sick fantasy. Wrong. There is not even a hint of sexual content in this script. I made them this way, just because I wanted to. I wanted to break stereotypes. Why can't a couple be gay in a horror movie without it being a political statement (although I do feel same sex marriage should be a right). It's no different then how I try not to play the minority stereotype game either. I believe in giving all types of people a spotlight in my stories. The next one I'm working on (maybe) is mostly hetro-sexual college kids, but I'm sure I will find a way to sneak something fresh in it.
It's probably gonna: piss people off, make them not want to read my stuff ever again, have them think I have issues ( and I do), or just get them very bummed out. And angry with my choice of sexual orientation in the script. We'll see just how liberal filmmakers and writers / readers really are......
Thinking of developing a couple (gasp, ready for this) more comedic ideas. Still horror. Still gory. But a bit on the lighter side.
I'm in the long process of researching these two ideas to make sure they have not been done exactly the way I want to. I hope not. They are kind of my way of paying tribute to the movies I grew up with in the70's and 80's. But I would be no where near ready to write them. I'm polishing up a short script and working on two other features.
OK...that was fun typing to myself. Since no one reads this crap, I'm gonna post it and go read it myself...then let it sit and fester with scurvy.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Jan. 2013 Update
I don't really use this too much anymore, but sometimes I get hits from some weird areas around the world, so here is my latest post for anyone who cares.
First off: I am trying to get attention for my newly completed script for this year DEVELOPMENT HELL. So I chucked up some "cheap" ads for it. I'm not much for graphic design, but at least I'm trying to make it aware.
Here is the logline I came up with to pitch it.....
"When a down on her luck screenwriter receives a mysterious screenplay to rewrite, she, along with her domestic partner, enter a series of terrifying events as the women's reality begin to crumble and they enter a violent, hidden world. "
I hope this is the one that gets me noticed more that WITH CHILD did......doubtful. I've already gotten slammed for having a same sex couple in it.....and it's been called too "dark" and "too bitter".
Also: my script from last year (WITH CHILD) made the first Bitch List for screenplays a few days ago. Like the famous Black List (for the best unproduced scripts) and the Blood List (for the best horror scripts), the Bitch List is put together by Bitch Pack (from whom I won the award last year), and is a list of unproduced scripts that pass the Bechdel Test (the test that has conversations between females that include something other then men). So apparently my script made it to the list! Cool.
Here is the link to the list if interested.
http://thebitchpack.wordpress.com/the-bitch-list-2013/
OR
here is the cut and past from the website:
Hello all,
We are so proud to present our writer submitted list of Bechdel Test passing screenplays that are yet unproduced.
We hope to have an industry voting system next year. We’re so thrilled to show you these projects we received via our writer friends from Twitter and our Facebook page– Sent from people who care and conscientiously give women a boost via their screenwriting.
In no particular order for 2013:
Yesternight
By Claire Yeowart
In 1955, after a debutante witnesses a murder, she forms unlikely allies with a young criminal as they battle London’s most ruthless crime boss.
Searching for Sanctuary
By Roz Mattocks
An average suburban housewife survives the fall of government, and has risen above the anarchy as a lone warrior that must decide whether or not to help a small group pass through dangerous zones in search of sanctuary.
Broken Road
By Lydia Mulvey
A burnt-out ER nurse must prevent a brilliant nano-scientist from using her autistic sister to achieve his terrifying goal of gaining total remote control over the human mind.
Cold Crossing
By Lydia Mulvey
A desperate woman plots a complex scheme to get her kidnapped daughter back using an ex-boyfriend, a bag of stolen drug money and a daring but dangerous idea; but forces beyond her control threaten her best laid plans.
Man, Woman & Car
By Gregg Moscoe
In Sight
By Simon Underwood
A young woman, searching London for her missing sister, finds a scared, scarred young boy. Teaming with a care worker investigating the death of one of his patients, she must protect the boy from a secret society with their own map of London and dire plans for the world.
Puzzle Box
By Simon Underwood
Three college students are injected with a drug that turns all their dreams to nightmares. Linked together, they must find a way to survive and wake up before being killed – both in dreams, and reality.
Sisterhood
By Gregory Blair
A murderess bound for the noose is given a second chance as a ward in a convent where the mysterious ways of the sisterhood grow darker and more menacing, leading to horrific revelations and deadly consequences.
Danger Society
By Leigh Medeiros
After a studious teen’s hyper-overprotective mother forbids her from attending college, she retaliates by joining an underground society of rebellious misfits.
Pattern of Flight
By Leigh Medeiros
When a socially awkward bird watcher accidentally trespasses on the grounds of a mental hospital and is mistaken for a missing patient, she must enlist the help of fellow patients to plot her escape.
Turkey Calls
By Jeff Field
Four women form unlikely friendships while working a temporary holiday job at the Plump N’ Juicy Turkey Hotline.
Chick Flick
By Shannon Bowen & Ellen Westberg
After a foul-mouthed cynic discovers her perky nemesis is the key to finishing her screenplay, she is forced to change her harsh ways or miss out on a chance of a lifetime.
With Child
By Jeff Kacmarynski
A pregnant woman, who is haunted by spirits that want her unborn baby dead, makes a shocking discovery about her future and her child.
*Winner of The Bitch Pack Award at Shriekfest 2012 at Raleigh Studios, for best horror screenplay that passes The Bechdel Test, as chosen by Shriekfest readers
Matriarch of The Wolves
By David Daniels
A young woman who abandons reason and fear by hunting the werewolf pack that brutally murdered her family and threatens her small town.
New Eden Falls
By David Daniels
Set against the backdrop of civil war in post-apocalyptic America, a military nurse goes AWOL in search of her missing young daughter as the planet is on the brink of extinction.
Oh Bondage! Up Yours
By Harry Waksberg
Just out of college and hurting for work, Patti takes a job stripping at the Hot Shop. She could never expect that she’d lead the dancers to organize against management.
Tied
By Lee Gabel
Rejected by her older sister’s gang, a teenage girl from a broken home joins a rival gang and ends up battling her own flesh and blood on the gritty streets of South Central L.A.
If you are interested in reading any of these, please email biatchpack@gmail.com and we will put you in touch with the writer(s).
Thank you for taking a look and for your support in strengthening women’s dialogue in film!
This list is dedicated to the loving memory of Richard Alexander Friedman who passed suddenly on January 6, 2013. He truly loved women and supported the work- a fantastic friend and confidant- best a gal could ask for.
First off: I am trying to get attention for my newly completed script for this year DEVELOPMENT HELL. So I chucked up some "cheap" ads for it. I'm not much for graphic design, but at least I'm trying to make it aware.
"When a down on her luck screenwriter receives a mysterious screenplay to rewrite, she, along with her domestic partner, enter a series of terrifying events as the women's reality begin to crumble and they enter a violent, hidden world. "
I hope this is the one that gets me noticed more that WITH CHILD did......doubtful. I've already gotten slammed for having a same sex couple in it.....and it's been called too "dark" and "too bitter".
Also: my script from last year (WITH CHILD) made the first Bitch List for screenplays a few days ago. Like the famous Black List (for the best unproduced scripts) and the Blood List (for the best horror scripts), the Bitch List is put together by Bitch Pack (from whom I won the award last year), and is a list of unproduced scripts that pass the Bechdel Test (the test that has conversations between females that include something other then men). So apparently my script made it to the list! Cool.
Here is the link to the list if interested.
http://thebitchpack.wordpress.com/the-bitch-list-2013/
OR
here is the cut and past from the website:
Hello all,
We are so proud to present our writer submitted list of Bechdel Test passing screenplays that are yet unproduced.
We hope to have an industry voting system next year. We’re so thrilled to show you these projects we received via our writer friends from Twitter and our Facebook page– Sent from people who care and conscientiously give women a boost via their screenwriting.
In no particular order for 2013:
Yesternight
By Claire Yeowart
In 1955, after a debutante witnesses a murder, she forms unlikely allies with a young criminal as they battle London’s most ruthless crime boss.
Searching for Sanctuary
By Roz Mattocks
An average suburban housewife survives the fall of government, and has risen above the anarchy as a lone warrior that must decide whether or not to help a small group pass through dangerous zones in search of sanctuary.
Broken Road
By Lydia Mulvey
A burnt-out ER nurse must prevent a brilliant nano-scientist from using her autistic sister to achieve his terrifying goal of gaining total remote control over the human mind.
Cold Crossing
By Lydia Mulvey
A desperate woman plots a complex scheme to get her kidnapped daughter back using an ex-boyfriend, a bag of stolen drug money and a daring but dangerous idea; but forces beyond her control threaten her best laid plans.
Man, Woman & Car
By Gregg Moscoe
It’s
July of 1954 and in a case of mistaken identity. legendary auto icon
Enzo Ferrari sells a magnificent racing car, the last Ferrari 375
Spyder, to a wealthy American, Willie Smith. Controversy explodes in the
streets, cafes and bedrooms of Modena when Willie arrives to take
delivery, and the master manipulator and arch-chauvinist Ferrari must
face the awful truth: he’s sold his fire-breathing race car to…
A woman. In Sight
By Simon Underwood
A young woman, searching London for her missing sister, finds a scared, scarred young boy. Teaming with a care worker investigating the death of one of his patients, she must protect the boy from a secret society with their own map of London and dire plans for the world.
Puzzle Box
By Simon Underwood
Three college students are injected with a drug that turns all their dreams to nightmares. Linked together, they must find a way to survive and wake up before being killed – both in dreams, and reality.
Sisterhood
By Gregory Blair
A murderess bound for the noose is given a second chance as a ward in a convent where the mysterious ways of the sisterhood grow darker and more menacing, leading to horrific revelations and deadly consequences.
Danger Society
By Leigh Medeiros
After a studious teen’s hyper-overprotective mother forbids her from attending college, she retaliates by joining an underground society of rebellious misfits.
Pattern of Flight
By Leigh Medeiros
When a socially awkward bird watcher accidentally trespasses on the grounds of a mental hospital and is mistaken for a missing patient, she must enlist the help of fellow patients to plot her escape.
Turkey Calls
By Jeff Field
Four women form unlikely friendships while working a temporary holiday job at the Plump N’ Juicy Turkey Hotline.
Chick Flick
By Shannon Bowen & Ellen Westberg
After a foul-mouthed cynic discovers her perky nemesis is the key to finishing her screenplay, she is forced to change her harsh ways or miss out on a chance of a lifetime.
With Child
By Jeff Kacmarynski
A pregnant woman, who is haunted by spirits that want her unborn baby dead, makes a shocking discovery about her future and her child.
*Winner of The Bitch Pack Award at Shriekfest 2012 at Raleigh Studios, for best horror screenplay that passes The Bechdel Test, as chosen by Shriekfest readers
Matriarch of The Wolves
By David Daniels
A young woman who abandons reason and fear by hunting the werewolf pack that brutally murdered her family and threatens her small town.
New Eden Falls
By David Daniels
Set against the backdrop of civil war in post-apocalyptic America, a military nurse goes AWOL in search of her missing young daughter as the planet is on the brink of extinction.
Oh Bondage! Up Yours
By Harry Waksberg
Just out of college and hurting for work, Patti takes a job stripping at the Hot Shop. She could never expect that she’d lead the dancers to organize against management.
Tied
By Lee Gabel
Rejected by her older sister’s gang, a teenage girl from a broken home joins a rival gang and ends up battling her own flesh and blood on the gritty streets of South Central L.A.
If you are interested in reading any of these, please email biatchpack@gmail.com and we will put you in touch with the writer(s).
Thank you for taking a look and for your support in strengthening women’s dialogue in film!
This list is dedicated to the loving memory of Richard Alexander Friedman who passed suddenly on January 6, 2013. He truly loved women and supported the work- a fantastic friend and confidant- best a gal could ask for.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Gone for awhile.
Not that I post much here lately, but my online presence will be cut down over the next month due to various reasons. Hope everyone who might read this has a good holiday, AND if we survive December 21.....more power to you....if not.....then we'll wither be burned to a crisp when the sun burns us, or under the ocean somewhere when the big tidal wave sinks us....depending on which one you think will happen! Cheers.
Friday, November 23, 2012
New screenplays
Just completed the second draft to my new screenplay. Another one that blasted out of my mind pretty damn quickly. The original title was A SCREENPLAY AS WRITTEN BY EMILY KANTER got changed, on suggestion by a friend.
So now it's just simply called DEVELOPMENT HELL. What's Development Hell mean???
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In the jargon of the media industry, "development hell" (or "development limbo") is a period during which a film or other project is trapped in development. A film, television program, screenplay, computer program,[1] concept, or idea stranded in development hell takes an especially long time to start production, or never does.
So there....it fits the story well I think.
Now I'm moving on to my one setting, one character script. (OK so there are three minor characters, but for the most part one). I've got ten pages so far, but it's turning out to be a lot tougher than I thought it would.
This is the latest in my many and failed attempts at doing something Lovecraftian. I think this has a better shot than most of the other ones EVER did.
That's it for now.
bbbbbuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.
So now it's just simply called DEVELOPMENT HELL. What's Development Hell mean???
p to: navigation, search
In the jargon of the media industry, "development hell" (or "development limbo") is a period during which a film or other project is trapped in development. A film, television program, screenplay, computer program,[1] concept, or idea stranded in development hell takes an especially long time to start production, or never does.
So there....it fits the story well I think.
Now I'm moving on to my one setting, one character script. (OK so there are three minor characters, but for the most part one). I've got ten pages so far, but it's turning out to be a lot tougher than I thought it would.
This is the latest in my many and failed attempts at doing something Lovecraftian. I think this has a better shot than most of the other ones EVER did.
That's it for now.
bbbbbuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
New post.....update on the past month.
It's been a while since I posted anything here. Going to try to more often so I can let my rage out more here!! LOL
Last post I had a sketch for a idea from someone concerning my screenplay WITH CHILD.....here is the completed project. It went on to be on my business card for Shriekfest 2012.
As for the festival it's self. I went. Had a good time. Met some cool people. Saw some really good indie horror movies. In the long run, my screenplay ended up winning an award...not a big one, but the BITCH PACK AWARD....in other words it passed the Bechdel Test. What's that?
So that's about it. The trip was not a total waste. Still have not been able to sell anything, much less generate ANY interest in the screenplay......frustrating.
New screenplay is a re-working of an older one. Almost done with a first draft. Stuck with coming up for an ending..again. It's like a bastard child of RINGU, NAKED LUNCH, GRAVE ENCOUNTERS, EVIL DEAD (the original), THE PLAYER, POLTERGEIST, and of course some tentacles for a dash of HPL......some inspiration, huh?
OK...done talking to myself....bye.
Last post I had a sketch for a idea from someone concerning my screenplay WITH CHILD.....here is the completed project. It went on to be on my business card for Shriekfest 2012.
As for the festival it's self. I went. Had a good time. Met some cool people. Saw some really good indie horror movies. In the long run, my screenplay ended up winning an award...not a big one, but the BITCH PACK AWARD....in other words it passed the Bechdel Test. What's that?
1. It has to have at least two [named] women in it
2. Who talk to each other
3. About something besides a man
So apparently it met that standard. Hmm. Is this an award...not sure. I think it is. LOL. Here's some pics of me with the festival director, getting my award, and the after award show pics.....
So that's about it. The trip was not a total waste. Still have not been able to sell anything, much less generate ANY interest in the screenplay......frustrating.
New screenplay is a re-working of an older one. Almost done with a first draft. Stuck with coming up for an ending..again. It's like a bastard child of RINGU, NAKED LUNCH, GRAVE ENCOUNTERS, EVIL DEAD (the original), THE PLAYER, POLTERGEIST, and of course some tentacles for a dash of HPL......some inspiration, huh?
OK...done talking to myself....bye.
Bye.
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