Novel and Screen Play

Rhio hates the dark... and so would you if all your memories had gone and you were no longer human...

A small metal bell rang out with a dull, melodic tone as the door closed behind Rhio, the wooden frame twisted and warped from age creaked in protest on its old, rusty hinges.

Stepping closer to the dusty shop counter infront of him the floorboards groan under the weight of his large muscular body as he frantically looks about for anything he recognised from his previous life. The room however was not giving away any of it's secrets just yet and was empty apart from a wooden chair set next to a half broken mirror, glinting in the sunlight on the far wall. As he moves closer to his reflection he touches his face tracing the outline of a tattoo, black as the night and deep as an endless pit. 

The darkness is a fantasy timeline that defies our understanding of the afterlife. A place where time and reason are no longer relevant and your whit and tenacity are the only thing that will keep you sane.

As the newly formed demon passes from the afterlife back to the human realm, will he decipher the clues that let him to his death or will he fall forever into the dark pit of despair?

Novel and Screen Play

Sato is just living day to day, trying to find comfort for his soul after the loss of his partner and former lover.

Sato blinks his eyes as the sunlight streams through the blinds on the window. Sensing his discomfort a student gets up to help close them before returning to their seat on the floor.

"It's been" he pauses to think about what he can say.

"Its been about a year since I left the military, and a year since a learnt of my boyfriends' death. That day will not leave me alone and it stalks me like a ghost who can not find its way to the next life".

Thrusting up her hand a student requests to ask a question. “Was it hard to be in the army when the ‘Uprising’ occurred and how did you feel afterwards?” her voice was calm and steady as she put down her arm and waited for a reply.

"Humm.. Well it was difficult for all of us as the population had grown past the capacity for the government  to care for everyone. The police were no longer keeping the peace but instead trying to enforce rule to stop society falling apart. We had to do our job however hard it was both mentally and physically. I think you know what happened after that, and how many lost their lives to the riots in the city’s. The world went mad for a time and we just had to go with the flow. That was our reality day to day ,and we did the best we could.”

The bell rang out chiming the end of the lesson and the focus shifted as everyone packed up their bags.

Calling out to the students as they file out into the corridor the teacher raises her voice. "I want everyone to write an account of what you have learned today and hand it in by Tuesday next week. Think about what our guest today has said and how it affects our life today." 

The light is a puzzle within a puzzle as a lonely detective tries to pick up the pieces after loosing the one and only love in his life. He questions if what he is searching for is a way to end his suffering and find closure for the things he still can not understand.

Find out if the battle between the darkness will devour his mind or if the light will help him understand what is more important.

Novel and Screen Play

Our identity is not just for show, it makes up part of who we are as a humans, but as Violet finds out, what seems to be the truth, is not to be beleived as he navigates a hidden world where ideas and thoughts become reality ...

Jake said that I should have just sold the house and be done with it, and he would be right, on all counts. Who in their right mind leaves a whole house to some random person? Well, I say random, but I do recall uncle Tom from a brief visit one christmas to drop off a present when I was a kid. He was at first looks, if I remember rightly - drunk as a skunk, and from the cross looks on the faces of the rest of the family, it was not the first time. My mother, due to the waft of alcohol fumes emanating from my uncle, ushered him to the kitchen where I could hear a series of muffled cross words.

The mood in the house had quickly changed from the usual gay Christmas levity, to murky black clouds of general woeful gloom. Fine lines between joy and depression was always difficult in our house never knowing which way it would turn from day to day.

The door was just open enough for me to see the worry lines on Tom’s forehead deepen as he desperately glances back through the house as if searching for something. He still had his heavy coat and customary oversized chunky red knitted woollen scarf on. Tom hated the cold and any other guest these would have been hung up on the coat stand by now and a hot cup of tea thrust into their hand, even if they did not want one! For his age Tom was not that bad looking and I had often thought about what had happened to his side of the family for relations to be so strained.

We all wish for more than what we need, but what if what we want has other ideas...

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When they said information will be the next tool of war they did not realise it would affect the past instead of the future. The date is 1916 and five survivor’s fight hard to keep themselves alive in a world without any electrical technology.

As the ticket master stepped on the first metal staircase to descend into the dark cold abyss he felt the damp cold hand rail and embraced its rejection of human interaction as a sign that they were home again. Just a few hours ago he had six employees and now they only totalled five. But there was no time to ponder his failings and knew that securing the underground station was his upmost priority".

Silently descending down the spiral staircase the mood of the group was one of both sadness and joy. Thomas lived to help his friends and they knew he would have not wanted it any other way.

Peering up towards his followers behind Basho wipes away a tear with his hand before straitening up and spinning around to face the rest of the underground couriers.

--BASHO-- Ethan I am going to need a full report on why we lost a man today...and include something to say about Thomas at the 20:00 meeting...

The group of boys stopped and saluted back maybe with a little less effort than before but no less resolute that they would not lose another man to the city.

Downstreet Boys takes you back to 1916 when the world lost it's ability to use any electrical technology and millions die from starvation.

Read on to find out if Basho gets answers to what happened and find a way to keep his family safe.

Novel and Screen Play

Yat-Sen, a traveling storyteller tells of a fable of a city in the sky where the king Jing-sheng rules over his subjects. While the king is happy with his life he still feels different... something is missing, a hole in his soul that needs a special kind of key to unlock his memories.

A SWEEPING CAMERA ANGLE FOLLOWS A ROAD WITH A LINE OF TREES (FOREST EITHER SIDE) AND SWOOPS DOWN ONTO AN ACIENT TRAVELLING FAIRGROUND AND GOES PAST A NUMBER OF PEOPLE ENJOYING FOOD AND AMUSEMENTS BEFORE SLOWING DOWN ON A FLAME ROARING BONFIRE IN THE CENTRE OF THE FESTIVITIES

Yat-Sen stands in front of the huge bonfire a dashing young man dressed in black with orange trim swings around hands on hips boasting a cheeky smile. With flamboyant Black long flowing hair tied up in an orange ribbon with flames embroidered on Yat-san points at the children listening with parents sitting on straw bail.

EXT. TRAVELING FAIRGROUND - EVENING Talks to the crowd Standing in-front of the large bonfire the traveling bard finishes his story.

YAT-SEN

(Sound fades in as he talks to the crowd)

...the king wrote down everything that the twelfth knight had told him about his winter tale continuing long into the darkness with just a candle to light his words. And although the king had yet to find his animal (dragon) he was warmed by the thought that he had found clues along the way that one day may yet lead him to his goal to fill the hole in his heart.

CROWD (Claps, wolf whistles)

Bravo

The crowd rose to their feet including the parents who stood up and showed their vigorous appreciation. Yat-Sen bows gracefully and holds out his money pouch with a cheeky smile that no one could resist.

YAT-SEN

Thank you so much for being such a wonderful audience for this humble travelling story teller. It warms my heart to know that you loved my story tonight.

EXT. BONFIRE - NIGHT

CLOSE UP OF YAT-SAN IN-FRONT OF THE BONFIRE

Talks to the child Self thoughts, Collects the coins and talks to Lim

YAT-SEN (Self)

For my effort of a well thought out story I have received just a few coins tossed in as a reward from the more wealthy children in attendance.

The children walk off with their families Yat-Sen scoops up a few coins dropped on the floor and places them into his small orange striped money pouch and hooks it to his belt.

YAT-SEN

(Sighs to self and says outloud)

Eventually the copper coins will make me rich but every time I tell my story I wonder if my own luck will change for the better.

Feeling a tugging on his long robe he looks down to see a small boy staring back holding out a shiny gold coin in his hand and his eyes light up.

LIM

Will you please tell me your story again... please Yat-sen, please!

Yat-Sen looks down at the coin and the flames of the fire flicker and dance across the coins surface, licking the edges and caressing the lines imprinted upon it.

Find out why is storytelling so important to Yat-Sen and what the king truely searches for in his heart. Sending out his best warriors across the lands the king hopes to unlock the memories of his childhhood and fix his troubled mind.

The span of Iskur (Part fo the The black epoch saga) is a fabled story that you will want to pass down the family generations.