Short Story The Sea Witch. An intro.,

This is as screenplay – Final Draft format. INT or EXT = Interior/Exterior. Named Caps = characters. VO = Voice over   EXT. SEA. ON SCREEN: NEAR WESTERN AUSTRALIA, FEBRUARY 1751   A Spanish galleon chases a Dutch galleon, it’s overloaded low in the water. Each ship flies a sagging national flag. There’s little wind. Suddenly, the wind grows, sails flap. The sky blackens. thunder rumbles. The CHIEF DECKHAND on the Dutch galleon stares at the billowing sails, and smiles broadly and tugs his hat down. CHIEF DECKHAND. C’mon me hearties look lively, if you want to see Rotterdam again before Davy Jones, get those sails spread. CREWMEN scurry up the four-masts. Masts tilt as the ship lurches, swinging men out over the strengthening white swell. One man...

Short Stories. The Healing Bullet.

  This is as screenplay – Final Draft format. INT or EXT = Interior/Exterior. Named Caps = characters. VO = Voice over Opening scenes from my screenplay, factual account of Howard Florey and Penicilan. INT. FIELD HOSPITAL WW1 – DAY France WW1 Outside the noise from powerful Guns firing is deafening.  Screams from injured soldiers is muffled as Shells explode on impact in the waterlogged quagmire, shaking the ground. Amid the horror, the battlefield is strewn with corpses. Seriously wounded BRITISH soldiers lie everywhere. THREE SURGEONS in white overalls smothered in the blood cannot cope as more casualties are stretchered in. One young surgeon ALEXANDER FLEMING speaks in a broad Scot accent to a colleague as he draws the sheet over the dead...

Short Stories The Ghosts and the Harleys.

  In 1945 the US Army buried the entire inventory of crated new Jeeps, Harley Davidsons, and trucks, plus crates of spares at their Devon compound. In 1970 two Harleys are heard nightly across Dartmoor. The riders: two ghosts. One, the Army Sergeant who buried the gear and local farm boy who pinched two before he died during an air-raid. Decades later a newspaper brought the Armey Officer back to see if he could discover where the compound was. Now, a pine forest, industrial site and a new housing development under construction made it difficult. Then, fate takes a hand, his wife’s name he carved an old Oak tree convinced him he was in the right spot. Chapter 1 John Forster looked completely out of place as he walked around the large building site at...

Short Stories. The Skunk’s Room

The Following is from my screenplay; Cast of Eagles. Air Commodore Al Deere is not mentioned in this. Skinner existed, other characters are fictitious. That said, I had two versions ref., Sq/Ldr., Skinner: first, his dialogue as written. Another, he didn’t say this. I left it my screenplay for greater effect, as I believe this the true one. Even the skunk’s room, first it existed and maybe still does. The other version, it never existed. Either way, it’s my way of saying Thank You to these brave young men. I lived in Chatham, Kent. It was in a sky-path aptly called Bomb Alley. Between Dover and Lydd was Hell Fire Corner. I remember the dogfights as if they happened yesterday. The old reinforced concrete walls and roof of this very old neglected world war two...

Short Stories. The Giant’s Playground

  This is as screenplay – Final Draft format. INT or EXT = Interior/Exterior. Named Caps = characters. VO = Voice over Just one of the exciting action scenes from my Feature Action screenplay. A fully loaded United States VLCC Very Large Crude Carrier is caught in a giant Whirlpool and looks doomed. The largest US Aircraft Carrier tries slingshotting it out. This is as screenplay = Final Draft format. INT or EXT = Interior/Exterior. Named Caps = characters. VO = Voice over INT. BRIDGE USN AIRCRAFT CARRIER – DAWN On duty: an assortment of OFFICERS, CREW, SPECIALISTS. ADMIRAL FOX watches the tanker. Then switches attention to monitor showing satellite pictures of tanker’s plight. A massive swirling Whirlpool, so large the outer edge seems calm. The...

The Silent Heroines of World War 2.

A TV series concept featuring female spies during WW2 A ‘secret’ army of ordinary women from diverse backgrounds, cultures and educational backgrounds were thrown into terrifying situations. The more dangerous their missions the more they were inspired. Whether parachuted into the occupied territory or put ashore by a fishing boat on an isolated beach in the dead of night, they faced the dangers for this is what they had trained to do. For most of them, their incredible bravery and exploits are filed away on dusty shelves and forgotten. Many were unknown, as in the case of Churchill’s ‘Elite Secret Circle’, who all answered to him and were unknown to one another or anyone else except for one ‘Lord’. All others belonged and worked for SOE, Special Operations...