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[DRAMATIC SHORT FILM] WRITER/DIRECTOR - Brandon recounts the final days of his platonic and romantic relationships, pondering how they all fell apart. Who was to blame in the end: his best friend, the woman he loves... or himself?
[DRAMATIC SHORT FILM] WRITER/DIRECTOR - A young woman crosses paths with a little girl who's too smart for her own good. The two share their thought and views on love for others and love for themselves.
[COMEDY SHORT FILM] WRITER/DIRECTOR - Two best friends decide to become rock stars, the only catch is that they have no musical talent whatsoever.
SHORT STORIES
LITTLE MISS DIABLO COUNTY, 2023
NYC Midnight 250 Word Challenge, 12/11/23
Group: 3
Genre: Horror
Action: Voting
Required word: local
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The barn doors behind the stage rumbled. Bang, bang!
A tear rolled down young Andrea’s cheek as she overstretched her smile for the crowd.
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“All in favor of little Josie Grace?”
A pittering of claps.
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Papa said it was an honor to be chosen. He said that the angel blessed the town and deserved their appreciation. This was the only way to show that.
Mama disagreed, questioning why boys were never nominated or why adults never volunteered.
“And how about Betty Dole?”
Ample cheers.
The audience was larger than last year’s. Andrea didn’t recognize most of the faces in the crowd. Papa said that even the nonlocals wanted to take part in their festivities.
Mama agreed, saying that people seek ways to cause pain without the burden of blame.
“And last, for Andrea Simmons?”
The crowd erupted to its feet. They would say it was because Andrea was too kind, too mean, too pretty, too ugly—anything to explain away the blame. Terror made Andrea’s body rigid, cementing that smile onto her face. Bang, bang, bang!
“We have a winner!”
Mama screamed, “No! Please, not my little girl!”
But Andrea couldn't hear her over the cheers. A hand grabbed the girl and shoved her into the barn.
A tear fell as the permanent smile cracked her lips.
The barn doors shut, and Andrea's shrieks echoed over the crowd. There was a harrowing light followed by a sharp snap.
The banging would stop until next year, when it would be time for another selection.
Cherry tomatoes
NYC Midnight 100 Word Challenge, 3/22/25
Group: 43
Genre: Drama
Action: Bursting
Required Word: ink
My salad has cherry tomatoes.
I specifically asked for no cherry tomatoes.
“But they’re refreshing,” Kaitlyn would say. “Like pops of sunshine.”
Why would anyone want to eat something that pops?
The flesh suddenly ripping open, spewing red ink everywhere.
“Open up to me,” Kaitlyn said.
I couldn’t burst open with emotions.
What if I was watery and said too much?
What if I was grainy and said the wrong thing?
“I still loved you,” Kaitlyn said. “To me, you were sunshine.”
I pick the tomatoes from my salad.
I asked for no cherry tomatoes.
Everything reminds me of her.
The Butcher's son
NYC Midnight 100 Word Challenge
5/16/25
Group: 8
Genre: Sci-Fi
Action: Hot-Wiring
Required Word: meat
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Calvin ripped open the electrical paneling of his Ion Gauntlets, peeking around the corner as the deadly Telmaranian Syndicate hunted for any surviving troopers.
His father, a butcher, wanted his sons to follow in his footsteps. He always said Calvin and Vernon would die on the Solaris.
Calvin’s bloody fingers shook as he tied the power wires together. Vernon was somewhere on that ship. Without Calvin, he was dead meat.
As the Gauntlets hummed back to life, determination flared in Calvin’s chest.
To the Telmaranians, Calvin would be exactly what his father always wanted him to be… a butcher.