Tea & Noodles

I can't sleep, not now. Your breathing is shallow against my chest. Your eyelashes fluttering as I move to watch you move closely into the night light. I can't get enough of you. You are the parchment I have longed to write on; your blood red lips the seal I have broken. It took too long to tear open your pages, to crease you and peel back page, after page, after page. I gaze over your skin, I finger your curves and you smile as if you know the truth and I watch as you slide to move ever deeper into me. You are mine now, just like the others. There will always be a page to turn, always be new ink to spill and the hunger to leave my mark is going no where. *** AN: ten minutes and the word "Lust" and this is what I come out with. It's also completely work safe. Now go have a cold shower all of you! Thanks for reading!

It was rare for a café to feel so sterile, so...impersonal. Dakota figured it wasn't the room's fault, or the people getting on with their lives, but the situation at hand. Cupping a mug of coffee at one particular table; Dakota's eyes bared down into the darkness, stirring it's contents intently. Though her back was arched over the item in question, her mind was wandering else where, her pose stung of annoyance. Her companion Elliott on the other hand looked tiredly over at her. As he did so he continued to fiddle with a crisp letter in his hands, before deciding to wipe his glasses on his jumper. “Dakota--” he stated at last with a clear intention to clear the air, but with the call of her name, her face snapped from the coffee mug. “You can't let that...that...” she stumbled, her teeth gritted as she squeezed her hand that rested on the table. Elliott swallowed tightly letting her continue, but noticed her loss of words. He put his glasses back on his no...

It's white in here. Clean. Mummy said we were going to a wedding but we're not at a church. Daddy looks tired, he's working a lot lately and my friends who are getting married are in another room. We're waiting to see them. I think Keith was crying, I didn't understand why. He's getting married today. Maybe that's why he's upset because this place isn't a church. It's got ladies in white everywhere. I don't remember seeing them at a church. Ages later I sit with Mummy and Daddy drinking tea. I love tea, with lots of sugar. Dad's good at making tea but this isn't nice. I almost burnt my tongue on it! I really want Keith and Faye to be with us, but they're not. I don't know why not.Someone comes over to Mummy and daddy. They are talking. The lady in white looks really sad now as she does. I don't get it. I asked mummy. “Mummy,” I said “Where is Keith and Faye? What happened?” “Oh sweetheart...” She said to me, “F...

Updated 2/09/12: Old scripts are old, but scripts non the less. Written almost a year ago *** The Adventures of Captain Prime   A 90 second short based on the idea that you should never judge a book by it's cover: especially the elderly! Freida An animation short on the trials and tribulations of fatherhood with puddles and pointy umbrellas. (Both these links go to Google Docs PDFs just so you know)

They say the world's a stage, but all they do is rage and rage, for chances lost and chances gained and going round the table again, finding the world in not clear-cut and by means we all get stuck in a rut, a rut so big sometimes we forget, that you know, life's not over yet, we do what we can, we do what we might, then perhaps, just perhaps we can put the world right. Well, go on! What are you waiting for? We're no longer in your way, there's the door.