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The Priest of Providence

Soldier and Priest, a Conflict for Peace.

The gripping short story about the priest of the village of Providence who is a Spiritus Venator, or Spirit Hunter. The world creeps and crawls with demonic spirits, what better place to combat them than the graveyard next to the old church.

"It was the dark of the moon on the fifth of June...."

Son...

                                           Photo provided by the NY School For The Lost.

And the king had a spell placed on the castle and all who lived in it.

“All shall sleep until the royal daughter is discovered by her prince of love and charm….”

The kingdom still sleeps, so my son, venture forth and seek your kingdom and the beauty that waits there, stir her heart and awaken her spirit. Share the love that has been shared by so many pairs in love.

Aaaand we're back! Sorry for the delay, but this summer was pretty crazy. A lot has happened in the past couple of months, I went back to school and started the rewriting process of one of the episodes for Tropical Trouble, as well, I have started working on the script for a dark, action comedy, hope to have a draft up soon. Thanks for reading!

Death is for Quitters Extended...

FADE IN:

INT.                                 APARTMENT                               NIGHT

DETECTIVE BECKETT enters through the front door; she unclips her BADGE and HOLSTER and sets them on a TABLE by the door.

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Beckett standing in front of open FRIDGE. She removes a BOTTLE of water and walks out of frame.

                                                                                                   CUT TO:

Beckett walks back into entry hall and looks through MAIL on side table.

Beckett sets down WATER BOTTLE and seems interested in a particular piece of MAIL.

Beckett quickly drops the piece of mail, grabs her GUN and spins around.

MAN

“Detective Beckett, don’t shoot! I need your help!”

Man reaches out with blood soaked hands.

BECKETT

“Who are—  You’ve been shot! By who?”

Beckett still has her weapon trained on the injured man.

MAN

“The men that murdered your mother, and they’re on their way here!”

SFX: POUNDING AT THE DOOR.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT.                                                    APARTMENT                              NIGHT

Beckett turns to face the door.

BECKETT

“Stay behind me!”

Beckett glances over her shoulder. The injured man is missing without a trace.

SFX: DOOR BANGING CONT.

BECKETT

“Who is it?!”

Beckett’s yell is met with a brief moment of silence and then a shotgun blast splits the door in half.

Beckett is thrown back, the wind knocked out of her.

As her vision fades and blurs a large, dark figure looms up over her.

BECKETT

“Mom! Mom?! Who are you?! Mom!”

SHADOW

“Kate! Kate! Stay with me Kate! I love you!”

BECKETT

“Castle?”

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT.            HOSPITAL                        DAY

Beckett is lying in a hospital bed, connected to life support and pulsing tubes.

SFX: HOSPITAL TECH.

Castle, Esposito, Ryan, Alexis and Martha sit in the hospital room. Martha is asleep in a CHAIR, Ryan is playing with the slide on his SIDEARM, Alexis is asleep on Castle’s lap while he plays CARDS with Esposito.

CASTLE

“Did you hear that?”

ESPOSITO

“Hear what?”

CASTLE

“Sounded like my name.”

ESPOSITO

“Castle, you can’t try to side-track me, I know you have a losing hand.”

CASTLE

“No, shut up a second.”

BECKETT

(MUMBLING)

“Mom?! Mom?!”

Castle and Esposito jump to their feet, CARDS go flying and Alexis falls to the floor, startled. Ryan holsters his WEAPON and runs for the doctor.

Castle kneels next to the BED and gently takes Beckett’s hand.

CASTLE

“Kate, I’m here Kate.”

BECKETT

“Castle?”

CASTLE

“Yeah, I’m here.”

BECKETT

“Where’s mom?”

Castle and Esposito exchange looks across the bed.

Ryan and the doctor walk in. The doctor immediately examines Beckett and the machines she is hooked up to.

DOCTOR

“Morning detective. How are you feeling?”

BECKETT

“Ugh, what is going on? Where am I?

CASTLE

“Kate, you’re in the hospital. You were shot at Montgomery’s funeral.”

DOCTOR

“You need your rest. Everyone out now.”

Castle gently squeezes Beckett’s hand and the group heads for the door.

CUT TO:

Ryan is talking to a uniformed officer in the hall.

RYAN

“Do not leave this spot. Understood?”

Castle stops next to Ryan and the officer and gestures for his mother and daughter to continue down the hall.

CASTLE

“Don’t even go to the bathroom. Get me? If you leave for a moment, so help me, I will --”

RYAN

“Castle, he gets it. Don’t worry man. Come on, let’s go get some food.”

CASTLE

“Right, I could go for food.”

Other stuff...

There is this place where one might laugh....

http://picwikclub.blogspot.com/

King Lear's Port....

The engines of the Mary-Anne roared to life as they blasted off the runway, trailing a cloud of dust and sand behind them. Twenty minutes later, King Lear’s Port came into view.

     King Lear’s Port was founded and still maintained to this day by the Pacific Frontier’s first theatrical troop. The port was named such when the ship carrying said troop was wrecked on one of the many sandbars that surround the small lagoon. The actors, in hopes of raising their fellow castaways spirits, performed King Lear. Since that tragic, yet strangely entertaining day the lagoon has become a small bustling village. Homes, shops and even restaurants populate the small ring of islands.

The Brewery...

Tom's Tiki Brewery, the only brewing company on the Pacific Frontier. More of a tiki hut with a barn out back, most pilots and mariners spend their time and money here.


Tom Gershwin was born and raised in Harbor-Side Brooklyn, he lived there working the docks until he had a life altering experience. When Prohibition hit New York in 1920, breweries went underground and the manufacturing of liquor became almost as scarce as a prostitute in confession. Working on the docks showed Tom the rougher side of life, it didn't take long for him to become involved in a gang. Thankfully for him he took a fancy to brewing. He did it so well that he had the mayor of New York sneaking down to his secret brewery to sample his drafts. Unfortunately, a new police commissioner put a stop to Tom's brewing career. Once Tom heard the the new commissioner had a warrant out for his arrest he hopped a steamer for the Pacific.

Well Hello...

Well Hello Bloggers! I just recently found out that I got a ticket to go skydiving! I'm going to be taking a road trip down to San Diego for the big jump. I am so stoaked! Woot!

Feelings...

Love, it's complicated. What a statement. The world is full of potential pathways for those of us that dream of a future with a person that we deeply care about. The tricky thing about life and about the human character is that almost everyone is destined to change, either as they mature and grow or as they decline and descend into themselves. It is incredibly sad to see this happen. It is my hope that the person that I find or that finds me is so full of life and love and a desire to excel that we will show each other how to truly live. That everyday be a day of renewed love for each other and our Papa. 


From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

A sad, but true statement.

Kate's Cove!

Kate's Cove, or as it is lovingly called by most pilots and mariners, Kate's Keep. An old spanish fort with a tall lighthouse at one corner straddling a small rocky stretch of land not too far from the U.S. Army controlled Kingman Reef. This strategically placed island is home to the Katherine Court Hotel.

Katherine Court was orphaned at the age of 12. Her Scottish parents were killed during World War One. Her father in the trenches and her mother in a field hospital. This left the entirety of their fortune at her disposal. When she was 18 she rented a Tramp Steamer and headed towards the Pacific Frontier. She discovered the island and fort as well as the small coconut grove and immediately fell in love with it. She invested all that she had into the restoration of the old fort, now the most beautiful hotel in all the Pacific Frontier.

Surprise!

"There is no Surprise more magical than the continual realization of God's love and passion for each and every one of His children."

The wonderful world of.....

The wonderful world of story telling. Stories are the meat and potatoes of most childhoods. If you are a writer, write for those that follow after, write to inspire them to dream!Paint pictures in their minds that help them to see the good in the world!

Thumbnails.....

This is an enjoyable past time for me, thumbnail sketches. These two thumbnails took roughly 45 seconds each. After training at the Art Center for a while, you learn to do some things fast.

Block....?

Writers block? To hell with it! I’ve got the biggest sledgehammer on earth! Now, to make the de-blocking experience a little more fun! I will carefully sneak up on the block and then begin to mercilessly beat the living snot out of it! Surprise!!!

Dreams...

“Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself and your God, as well as vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.”

The hanger....

Chet and Denver built this old place from the ground up. Originally when Chet first came onboard, Denver would just cover his plane with a tarp. Chet wouldn't stand for that and demanded that a hanger be built. So the two aviators set out to build this barn-like hanger. Lacking paint as well as all it's windows, the hanger looked like a gapped tooth toad... Even though toads don't have teeth.

Mary-Anne Part 2.....

One of the many features that Chet and Denver added to this plane was a turret. This was put into place to defend the plane and its cargo from the infamous Pacific Pirates.

The Mary-Anne....

The Mary-Anne, This special plane has been through the wringer so many times it's getting hard to keep track. Originally this plane was a Hawaiian Clipper, sister to the famous China Clipper. After she broke down on a passenger run from San Francisco to Hawaii she was dumped at Denver Cargo Inc. At the time business was slow for Denver and Chet, their own plane had just bit the dust on a run to Jamaica. Both being skilled mechanics, they decided to fix up the Mary-Anne as well as make a few modifications of their own.

Bounty hunting...

Short Story:

Prolog:

Stakeouts are the worst, especially if you’re sitting in the pouring rain. Usually in the movies, you’d be sitting in a nice van with about three other guys equipped with surveillance gear, coffee, donuts and maybe a TV to pass the time. In my case, I didn’t have the three guys, the gear or donuts. Not even a decent cup of coffee. I picked my coffee up from the Quickie Mart down the street; I think it was a mix of playground mud and ditch water. And, to top it all off, I was sitting in an open top Jeep.

-Chapter One: Come one come all-

So the list consisted of: crappy cup of coffee, soaking wet and no gear. All of this equals bad mood. In the end I guess it all falls back on my decision to pursue this line of work. When I finished my tour with the Rangers, an old army buddy told me that an easy way to make cash was bounty hunting. He said that it would help keep me active and I’d put all that Special Ops training to good use. So far I’ve worked two jobs, both of which could have been completed by a nine year old armed with a slingshot and a baby monitor. I haven’t always been a fan of Alaska, but it was starting to grow on me, like a fungus.
But hey, who’s complaining? Well, I guess I am, never mind, back to the task at hand. It was driving me nuts, water was pooling in my lap and getting into my binocular lenses and I was sneezing like crazy. The ‘98 Jeep was the only thing that the dealer had. At the time, while looking it over, it was a sunny yet cool afternoon. The forecaster said that it was supposed to stay in the mid sixties. He did not, however, mention anything about rain, thunder and lightening. It’s that freak Juneau weather. One moment it’s nice and clear, the next you’re needing an umbrella, or in my case, a swimsuit.
Kyle Riggs: three arrests for driving under the influence, one charge of assault, two charges of indecent exposure, possession of cannabis and breaking and entering. This guy has a rap sheet as big as a Blue Whale. Unfortunately for him, he jumped bail, and unfortunately for me, he’s the one I need to grab. The good news, though, would have to be that this little punk isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. When he jumped bail, he went to his grandma’s house to “hide out.” Now, all I need to do is wait for the old granny to leave and I can go snatch her sonny boy.
As I was watching, a hot pink Cadillac pulled out of the garage and proceeded to clunk and clatter its way up the street. Perfect chance! I jumped from the Jeep, spilling coffee all over as I did. I slipped and splashed my way across the street to the small brown bungalow. I was beginning to regret not wearing boots, the front lawn, if you can call it that, was a literal bog of grass, weeds and mud. I zigzagged my way between plastic flamingos towards the door. As I stumbled onto the porch a voice behind me said,
“And what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” I turned around, knowing the source of the voice.


“Shelby McGee. I should’ve known you’d try for Riggs. What do you want?”

“Josh Bales, you twit! I’m here to take Riggs in you little berk! I’m doing a job!”

“Well, we’re both here, why don’t we just split this one?”

“You realize, us Scots don’t like you pushy Americans butting in on our stuff.”

“McGee, you’re in America, you big idiot. You’re pushing in on my stuff.”

“Shut your gob yank. Step aside and let a Scotsman show you how it’s done!”

With a mighty kick of his muddy boot he bashed the door in. Bursting off its hinges the door swung in on a tilt, like an injured bird’s wing. The two of us entered the house and began searching high and low for our man. I stopped to examine the contents of the fridge and was relieving it of a blueberry yogurt when Shelby’s voice drifted into the kitchen.

“Uh, Josh, I found Riggs. You should come here.”

I made my way down the hall, yogurt and spoon in hand. Shelby was standing in the bathroom, and Kyle Riggs was laying in the tub.

“You suppose there’s a reward if he’s dead? Looks like he drowned.”

I examined the body from a distance. “I’d say he was strangled.”

From behind us a scratchy voice assaulted our ears. 


“That’s exactly what happened!”

The sound of a shotgun being cocked echoed around the small space. Blueberry yogurt splattered across the pink linoleum floor as my eyes locked with McGee’s.

-Chapter Two:

“Well, you boys done stuck your noses where they don’t belong now didn’t cha’?”

The rasping voice belonged to an old lady dressed in what appeared to be a baby blue and yellow moo-moo. She had a bandoleer of shotgun shells draped around her stocky frame. Her nicotine stained teeth clicked together as she sized the men up. The Mossberg shotgun looked incredibly huge in her tiny wrinkled hands. I glanced at McGee and then back to the neon moo-moo. I knew we were thinking the same thing, and apparently so was she, the safety on the rifle clicked. She leveled it at us and grinned.

“Ma’am, you can put the piece down.”

“Like hell I am! You boys come on out here and sit in the living room while I call the sheriff!”

To Be Continued…

Update...

I was originally thinking that this blog would be primarily about Tropical Trouble, I've changed that up a bit. This is now just about new stories in general. Starting today!