Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Pan to a stadium filled with heaving bodies.
Loud music is playing.
Random shots of people dancing, laughing drunkenly.

Freeze frame.

Fade out.



Pan to a stadium filled with skeletons. Loud music is playing.
Random shots of skeletons dancing, laughing drunkenly.

Freeze frame.

Fade out.



A room full of people in eveing wear. A work function or dinner.
Laughing, talking quietly. Soothing music plays.
Soft lighting.

Frame shudders.

Same setting.
People are now skeletons. Same clothing, actions etc.




Sunny day. A couple sit on a hill, happily eating lunch.
They are obviously in love.
Cut to woman, gazing adoringly at man.
Man gazes back, leans in to kiss woman.
Close up of man's face from womans persepective.

Frame shudders.

Man is suddenly a skeleton.
Scence continues as if nothing has changed.
Fade out as they lean in to kiss.




Young woman is standing in the sunlight, looking out a window. She is holding a baby, swaddled up in a soft rug.
She is watching a game of cricket being played on the lawn by some neighbourhood children.
Faint shouts and laughter drifts in from outside.

Zoom to woman looking down, smiling gently at sleeping baby.
Woman resumes looking out the window.
Shot of children outside.
Shot of woman stading in window, soft sunlight encasing mother and child.

Frame shudders.

Mother looking down at sleeping baby.
Baby is now a skelton, gurgling happily in its sleep.
Shot of mother from behind, softling singing to baby as she rocks it in her arms.









Reality is flawed.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Yesterday the trees looked greener, the grass smelt sweeter

Yesterday a babys gurgle made me smile. Today all I seem to hear is crying

Yesterday all everything was rosy and beautiful. Today it's as if the world has been shrouded in a cloak of misery

Yesterday the ocean was shining, spakling. Today it seethes and froths, murmurning watery threats

Yesterday I felt no pain, heard no lies.

Yesterday I loved you
He'd never meant to end up here.
Was it only last year that his dreams had seemed so defiant, so strong and unbreakable?
Yet here he sits, huddled in a deserted shop doorway, jumping at shadows.
A car roars past, headlights cutting through the darkness like a laser. A drunken whoop is left hanging in the still air as the car disappears again into the night.
He almost smiles, thinking back to the days when they too had been on top of the world, the days of fast cars and pretty girls and staying up all night just because they could.
Now he stays up all night so he will be alive for the next one.