Feature film screenplay with numerous accolades.
I entered early versions of the Down Harris Lane screenplay into three global screenwriting competitions. Here's how it went...
With it so well received, it became my first novel... Now people read the novel and say it...
LOGLINE
A hapless rocker complicates his love life when he housesits for his wealthy older brother and attends the annual law society gala dinner pretending to be him.
SYNOPSIS
Twenty-seven-year-old freeloader, CARL is kicked out of his girlfriend KAT's house just as his brother PATRICK, a well-off lawyer, goes on a trip to France and asks him to housesit his fancy apartment and look after his miniature poodle JERRY.
Carl settles in quickly, although he doesn't immediately hit it off with Jerry....
Appointed to the new position of Russian Vice President, a stranger's gift of a child's toy sends Thomas Stern on a quest for his true identity, setting him and his family on a deadly collision course with the President.
Available to industry professionals on COVERFLY - along with the screenplays: Down Harris Lane, Carl, and Diamond Dogs.
In part one of the trilogy, relationships are torn apart, brothers clash, and cities panic when an apocalyptic virus is deliberately released. Those who survive face an uncertain and lawless future.
Available to industry professionals on COVERFLY - along with the screenplays: Down Harris Lane, Citizen Stern, and Carl.
Here's the Prologue and part of Chapter One...
PROLOGUE
Safe from the deafening, violent roar outside, Zyla-B14-304 stood unmoved alongside the others in her red jumpsuit. Cocooned in the silence of their translucent dome, it was midday, but not to their eyes, as a suffocating attack of sand stretched to the upper atmosphere, obliterating the sun and darkening the sky to a dull brown haze. Lower down before them, tiny needle-like sand particles whipped through the endless desert, slicing and...
PROLOGUE
Chains and Darkness
Madison had a dull awareness of pain. It subsided as she drifted back into unconsciousness. After an indeterminable time, her mindfulness returned and her ache became acute. Thoughtless and foggy, she opened her eyes. Everything was black. She closed her eyes and drifted off once more. Almost. The thumping pain prevented it. Her left eye, heavy and thick, throbbed with the slow beat of her pulse. Her lips were fat and stung as if cut by razor blades. She opened her...
PROLOGUE
Small and thin, she lay motionless in the gutter, the cacophonous, late-night New Delhi street bustling with shoulders rubbing, people passing, and cars honking. Her young face and long dark hair were coated in blood, her right cheek and forehead peeled by road friction. Dressed in rags and barefoot, her feet were blackened by grime.
“She’s just a child,” Constable Kyra Dillon, only 26 herself, expelled softly, kneeling by the body.
She glanced up at her partner, Constable Anil...