I will be working on a few movie script ideas in the coming weeks.
Wrong side of the bed…
A black widow type woman preys on unsuspecting men from local bars. One night she finds John a newly single young man, she try hard an fail to get him to her into her lair. Then after several attempts an a few days later she gets him to agree. He is wearing all white when he shows u at her door an is wearing all red when he leaves!
A young man falls in love with a smart young lady named Lilly. After spending a lot of time with her he realizes that she isn’t into him. She has taken to another young man that he knows. In a last ditched effort to show her his worth an free himself from the friend zone. He happens upon another young lady an together they hatch a plan to show Lilly what he is really made of.
I will soon be starting a new page of all my literary works so stay tuned!
I am a idea machine! Explosions, love, hate, suppression, dedication are all words used to describe my thinking. At every moment of the day there are thousands of stories running through my head. Blasting down the walls of my sanity an seeping into the depths of my soul. The problem is one idea breeds another, an another. This continues forever, an I can’t seem to focus on one at a time. When I close my eyes I can see them there spawning an recreating, evolving an ruining my life. So I made this blog with the intention of clearing out every tiny idea when it comes before it gets the chance to breed an expand.
There are novels I would like to write, but when I start one another one pops up. There are screenplays that I think people would love to see, but I can’t seem to focus on that either. There is a million things I would love to try, but they come and fade away as more thoughts occur. Somehow I have to get this insanity to stop. I have to get it all out of my head!
We stood hand an hand eyes locked in a loving embrace. A cold wind stings my cheek as I stare down into her icy blue eyes. I gently smile as the calming sounds of the night brace us. I can see my hopes an dreams, my love an passion in her soul. Her eyes search deep into the depths of my mind. I feel a flutter in my heart an she shivers slightly from the cold. I slowly raise my hand to feel the softness of her cheeks. As my hand touch her face, her soft peach like skin begins to harden an slowly blacken before my eyes. Her gaze never leaves me, the flutter in my heart starts to burn. Her faces continues to melt away an her body dissolves to ash. The cold wind howls in an wisps her away. As the last of her floats away a smile forms on her lips. I am left staring at what I thought to be my only desire in this world. I hear a laugh from deep within my soul, an the same laugh floats on the wind. I hear a voice riding low upon the wind it speaks.. Love is an illusion, impossible to touch an even harder to feel, when u think you found it an have in ur grasp, its only for a moment because it soon will disappear….