I write things
My first memory of sleep paralysis happened when I was ten years old. I remember because it was the night my parents took me to see Shrek 2 for getting good marks on my report card. It was an evening show, so we got in late and my mom tucked me straight into bed when…
My screenplay HECK has advanced to the Finals of ScreenCraft’s True Story and Public Domain Screenplay Competition! Check out the list of Finalists here.
My Short Script – Field Test has been selected as a Finalist for the 2019 Nightmares Film Festival!
(Sorry for the swearing, I know this is a Christian Minecraft server.)
My name is Reginald Harmon Davies, although you might remember me as Demon Davies, the Butcher of Broad Street. I was convicted of murdering twenty-three people over a five year period in central Ohio back in 1998. My arrest and trial made all the major news outlets, but that was twenty years ago. When I…
(With all stories of this nature, the disclaimer “Do not try this at home” is a given. That being said, I could probably prevent copycats by changing some of the details so that even if you managed to find the right pickup spot you wouldn’t be able to summon the Hitchhiker. But hey, if you’re…
This is Col. Jacob Wayne of the United States Air Force. If you’re reading this right now, it is very important that you keep reading until the end. It should take three to five minutes, and it is extremely important that you read carefully and follow the instructions provided. Humor me if you must, but…
As a kid I didn’t mind mayo. My mom reminds me of this whenever I visit or we go to a restaurant and I hard pass on any offering of mayo. “You used to eat mayo and cheese sandwiches as a kid, when did you stop liking mayonnaise?” She ‘d ask. Not every time, but…
I’m paying for this. Might as well update it. Scripts! I have a link to all of the ones I’m able to share. The rest are under option or are in need of a revision before I’m ready to put them out there.
[My parents were doing some housekeeping and found this. It’s a short story I wrote for my creative writing class during my sophomore year of college. I remember turning it in and expecting the professor to hate it. Then to confirm my fear, the professor singled me out before class and asked me to stay…