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Published Work
2008
2007
Published
Freelance Articles
2007
· HowCast
Media: wrote set number of “How To” scripts that
are enjoyable and easy to understand by researching topics.
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15minutedate.com: even the first article received
rave reviews from readers; date-related blog.
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Stylez Magaine: Monthly staff writer for “Skin Deep”
section, profiling products and individuals important to the
health and beauty industry.
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Dialaphone.co.uk: wrote articles based on the
mobile phone industry.
2006
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KBK Electronics, INC: sales text for
website, brochures, quality manual and training manual.
Work In Progress
2008
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Untitled Screenplay - Comedy. (Still in the
works).
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Untitled Screenplay - Unusual Romance.
(Still in the works).
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"Sweet"
- Screenplay, Comedy
2007
2006
2004
Logline for "Sweet":
“Sweet” is a comedy about a prissy young
woman named Kate, who is anything but sweet. Her life is turned
upside-down by a sugar substitute that transforms people into
living zombies and by a sexually harassing boss who is actually
an eccentric alien bent on conquering the planet just to impress
his father.
Logline for
"Duality of Airn":
Imagine
waking up and being the only one to realize that there is a
serious problem lurking within your society. You’d be Obleo, a
strong yet passionate woman on a distant planet. Your past would
be littered with secrets, and only your determination could save
your people.
Info on
Duality of Airn II:
This story takes
place in Riel's time. She is the mute younger sister of the
now-insane Ellian, the archeologist who found the jade book
formerly known as The Voice- the same jade book which drove him
to madness. In her forbidden quest to the Dark Planet, she makes
new friends along the way who just happen to be reborn or
ghostly characters from the previous book. The beautiful Durie,
Ellian's former fiancée, falls into the clutches of the
villainous Space Murk, and she is reborn as a mighty and
fear-inducing creature who must regain her previous identity in
order to survive. And who is BrightWings? Is she a ship, or a
woman?
Info on The Planet Sway:
A 30-something
woman is abducted from Earth with countless other people from
different walks of life and placed in a comfortable sort of
"terrarium" on a different planet. Her captors are
anthropologists from a race of beings who are above any human
understanding. She escapes and meets and follows a native of the
planet who is embarking on a vision quest; together, they
explore this strange new world and discover strange truths not
only about its existence, but about themselves as well.
Assorted Writing
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The Individual
My mind is screaming
like the mad man
standing in the snowfall.
His eyes are white
and he can see right through me!
Like a statue, they say
he is stone-cold and immovable..... but they can't see the warmth
inside.
He is smiling
and only I can see it-
in fact, my mind is also smiling
and only my lips can hide it.
And as the snow falls down
covering us and chilling us,
I see the stare of the man out there.
Raging, roaring
he is not
but there's glory
in the fight between
his mind and confusion!
And then I begin to
hear voices singing.....
and I know there's something in the air.
Wondering, pondering,
I step a little closer,
trying to see what's going on.
And there's this man,
loving the winter
and even welcoming the storm.
He's not of evil yet
his depths makes him stronger,
yet they say he stands away from the crowd.
He fights the conformity
and the mass confusion,
and we both cry
but not out loud.
And then the storm comes
and I see him raise his head,
like a defiant prisoner of fate.
This man clenches his fists
and grits his teeth,
and then the coldness envelops all.
Yet when it lifts I see no
sign of him;
only the fury and the strength.
And then I realize he's not the prisoner,
for he's the one who became the storm!
As I stand there letting
the coldness overtake me,
I see the man's white eyes
once again;
falling gently, snowflakes
cover me with his hidden inner warmth.
Then do I know
I'm not just a confused dreamer,
and neither is this storm truly a storm.
This man had never been the mad one
and the crowds will never keep me warm.
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Life's Strange Battle Cry
Death to the normal
that eats your heart and soul!
Death to the facade
which will surely swallow you whole.
Death to the creature
who thinks you're only a feature
of the light, of the shadows and
only in this world that we behold.
Death to those who are so vile
they break your heart as you reconcile
your don'ts and your dues
as you smile upon the world with light
purple hues
in your lips and a little glimmer in your
stare;
Death to those who don't acknowledge that
you're there!
This death is not of the physical way
but their minds are drowning
in their own seas of decay.
Death to that which misunderstands
you are not violent, but only, strangely,
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Take me away
Take me away
to the place in my dream.
Oh, let me stay
forever in bed.
Grab me by my wrist
and fly me on your kite!
Once shy and twice kissed,
But perpetually in flight.
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For You
For you I sing a note,
for you I give a sigh,
for you I'd breathe in the bluest life,
for you I'd give in to blackness and die.
I give only something simple, something
sweet,
like the showered spring grasses
which adorn one's bare feet.
Or something majestic, something grand-
the dance of the waves
upon the shores of the sand.
The stars in the sky which watch the world
turn!
Over and over, as we freeze and we burn.
The moon then sings a note so high
that it breaks the dawn and the sun enters
the sky.
The rose blushes as the admirer bows,
to be pricked by the thorns of love
hiding behind green shields of a fearless
facade
as the looming willow watches in wonder the
charade.
Then the colors swirl and brighten and fade
and Life takes on a new parade.
Shot from his cannon, the bee wrestles the
day
as the butterfly on marrionette strings
wafts her own way.
Apart and away, I look into nature's blue;
my eyes are fireflies
and I smile For You.
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Looking at you
The sun is bleeding
the same red which oozes out of my heart.
The sun may explode
as my heart breaks,
but never shall they take our eyes!
Our deep pools of brown and blue and black
and white
that we swim in;
The sea stretches out, wishing it had a real body
As the queen of the waterdancers
awes the dawn
amidst the graceful ballet of the waves.
The lonely ghost watches each moment
with a memory and a sigh.
Like cupped hands, the night smothers
the last sign of day
like the sleepy child,
going down,
down into the peace.
A glowing torch comes near me, and I see it
is your heart!
The place where the fireflies of my eyes
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I Want You To Scream First
Scream for me
and I'll make it quick.
It feels good to see
your blood's so thick.
Thick like cough syrup,
thick like bad milk,
I feel it running over my skin
like a mucous-coated silk.
Your eyes are ablaze with terror and lust
Yet my body upon yours is but ashes to dust.
Let me see you alive, just a little,
I want to see emotions flood your eyes.
Let me see you die, just a little.
I want to hear your clenching, clutching cries.
Let me see you scream, just a little.
I want to see that fire which burns all lies.
Let me see you gasp, just a little.
I want to push your moans and sighs.
Lips against lips,
toe to toe,
I might be touching you
but I don’t know.
The feeling is immense,
our hearts will burst.
But before we lose sense,
I want you to scream first.
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