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S C R E E N W R I T I N G
SEVEN JOHNSONI, AND THE INSECT APOCALYPSE
Feature. Animated, Adventure Comedy. For a mature audience.
In the midst of an insect apocalypse, Seven Johnsoni, a jumping spider that can’t jump, ventures from San Diego to Los Angeles to enter a dance competition.
MEN’S LEAGUE
Television Series. Comedy.
A half-hour stoner comedy set in Toronto in 2001, following three small-town friends – Todd, Bird, and Higgins – in their early twenties trying to navigate adulthood in the big, diverse city. At the same time, the three friends compete in the rough and tumble recreational men’s hockey league, where they battle against other teams for the league championship, and each other for the right to own a 1989 game-used, signed, Wendel Clark hockey stick – of which, they all lay original claim to. Whomever has the most points at the end of the season, gets the stick. Higgins, Todd, and Bird comedically struggle in their new surroundings and ever-changing world, forced to grow up when they’re not entirely ready, and - like in hockey - will sometimes have to take a hit to make the right play.
THE BLUE BOY
16 min. Dramatic Comedy.
A comedic adaptation of Jack The Dullard, by Hans Christian Anderson. Dim-witted Jack is one of three brothers who goes on a journey to the town of Rockfort as potential suitors for the Princess of Rockfort, who is ready to be married.
BROAD CITY
Spec Script - EP 32 - “The Tickets” - 33 min.
With Bevers away, Abbi and Ilana plan an all-weekend ‘girl’s night in’ to comfort their current sorrows, and invite Jaime along after he learns of the death of his dog back home. Plans change, however, when the girls come across an abandoned purse on the street.
S H O R T S T O R Y
Today, The Dead Stay Dead
I was six, in my tiny, closet-like bedroom, tucked into my well-worn single-bed, under blankets of Star Wars. The Bunny was coming, and I wasn’t sleeping. In total darkness, I blindly picked at the blue sky, clouds, and birds that were pasted on my walls – not my first choice of wallpaper, but in the early 80s, if you were six-years-old, things were different – you didn’t have a lot of say. This is how I spent most nights: picking anxiously at wallpaper. But tonight, the Bunny was coming, which, like Santa Claus, ignited a different kind of hysteria from that of a regular school-night. Unlike Christmas, however, on Easter, my mind was not under the painful consideration of personal gifts. Instead, I picked at the wallpaper in wonder of the kind of miracle, or miracles, that might occur on this day – the day a dead man is said to have come back to life; a day where, in my young mind, nothing bad happened in the world. I picked my walls in darkness, as laugh-tracks from sit-coms muffled through my door. And, at some point, I eventually fell asleep…
In the wee-hours of the night, around the time the bunny would make its delivery of chocolate versions of itself, I was woken by the click of my lamp, and the pressure of something sitting at the end of my bed. It was my mom. She was smiling, but not happily. I sat up and tried to look past her, out my bedroom door and into the dark hallway. I don’t know why. I looked to my left, and could see a chocolate bunny and a wispy wooden basket with ribbons, and more candy. Then, softly, my mother said: “Mari-Ellen died.” Mari-Ellen was my four-year-old cousin, who had been in and out of Sick Kids Hospital her entire life. I was baffled. “Won’t she come back to life today?” I asked my mom. She pulled me close and cried. I rested my head on her shoulder, and wondered about miracles.
P O E M
Precious Condiments
Free Verse, Found.
Come in, George! Come in! You’re finally here
And I’m a mess. I’ve been beaten down –
Their indifference is chaos! This world’s
A long love letter that makes me want to cry.
I’ve decided to take the varmint’s path, George,
Become a nothingman – I’m spinning, Costanza,
Oh, I’m spinning! You know all this talk is making
Me hungry. Have you seen that crazy Mary from HR?
The elderly woman behind the counter, downstairs –
She brought in her homemade jam again.
She does this once a year and to be perfectly
Honest the waiting drove me mad. George,
I need you to go down and buy me ten jars.
I’d go but there’s too much chaos. And you know
How I feel about chaos!