Claire stood in her kitchen, staring out the window over the sink, yawning. She hadn't slept much. David kept her up with his constant phone calls the night before. She couldn't hear his conversation, just the muffled sound of his voice until almost 3 in the morning. The clock on the microwave said it was …
"Of course, I killed him," Claire whispered, irritated. Why did she have to say it out loud? Their visit had been going so well, too. David had arrived earlier than expected. Together, they'd taken the kids to the beach and went for walks in the woods. Cub 1 found a piece of sea glass and …
You all recall a post from a while back about my entering the Finish Line Screenwriting competition? No? Click the link and have a look-see because I've got BIG news! Big news for me. For you, it's like any other day So, the Finish Line Screenwriting Competition isn't decided until November 5th or so. But, …
Parts 1 2 3 4 5 Claire was making one last pass through the upstairs, double-checking the locks when she heard the phone. It broke her beloved silence with its shrill electronic ring. She raced to the dining room and grabbed her cellphone, "Hello?" and checked the time. It was nearly eleven. Why would …
Parts 1 2 3 4 Claire was sweating as she glanced again at the wide-brimmed hat sitting on the chair at the dining table. The cubs were giggling as they tried to perform jumping jacks, as demonstrated by Mama Bear. "Jacob- Cub 2- kick your feet apart when your hands go up-" Claire demonstrated. So …
**WARNING: Deals with adult subject matter, language and themes** Parts 1 2 3 “I know what happened to Chester-” the woman said, then paused. Sheriff Chen, still on the porch, just stared. Then took an instinctive step forward. "What do you know?" She shook her head. Closed her eyes. "That's not- see, I …
** WARNING: Deals with adult subject matter, language and themes** Part 1 Part 2 The case was heating up for local Sheriff Dennis Chen until the prints he'd sent to the crime lab came back. He thought for sure they'd belong to somebody within the victim's network of low-life companions. He stared at the …
Part 1 When Mama Bear and her pair of cubs returned from the store that rainy afternoon, there was nothing unusual about the neighborhood cul-de-sac. Inside she was grizzled with the knowledge of what she'd done. The feel of the short knife left a burning impression in her hand. She felt bad in the …
In a previous post, I talked about how I'm learning all I can about the art of screenwriting. As part of my learning process, I have entered my screenplay, "Dear Boy," in a screenwriting competition that I am totally loving, so I thought I'd share a little bit about it. I found the Finish Line …
I"m rubber. You're glue. Whatever bounces off me, sticks on you!" I remember hearing that a lot when I was a kid. I believe I even said it a time or three. These last few years, I have come to realize, that it is true. Example: I am the youngest of four children. My mother …
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