The Chronicles of Zoey

I've been crazy busy the last few years, but am hoping to make some headway on this again beginning 2023, along with two other new...

Below is my first crack at writing a screenplay of my story. It came in short, at 92 pages, and my screenwriting coach had a lot of...

Zoey and Margo testing their surveillance.

Zoey leaned back in her chair, sipping away at her hot cocoa in her flannel shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. At her desk, Visual Studio was...

The manager at the Residence Inn, where they were squatting in the lobby using free internet, had finally decided to ask them to decamp...

“Get off the bus!” the drill instructor screamed. On the ground on the ground outside the bus were yellow foot prints they lined up on,...

Zoey finally was getting restful sleep for the first time in days. And then it ended, as she was doused with a bucket of cold water....

With no windows on the floor of the plant and no outside sunlight, the days seemed to run together. Zoe woke up, splashed her face with...

“Is there something I can help you with sir,” she says to one of the men behind them, both her age or less, one in a Hawaiian shirt and...

Zoey and crew arrive at a brownstone after their twelve-block walk, dressed in cocktail attire, but freezing in the snow squall. They...

Zoey sat at the table sipping her cocoa, lost in thought. Margo was pacing anxiously. The Shifter app on Zoey’s iPhone made a pinging...

“That’s a six, not a fucking nine. It even has a line under it!” Margo laughs, “Oh come on, they’re like the same thing.” “Take it back....

Zoey leaned into the window, her breath steaming the glass in front of her. She wiped it away and looked out wearily down onto the...

So, as I mentioned, I'm writing a creative work (total fiction). And I figure I probably should just start putting up where I take this...

EXTENDED TRAILER: CHRONICLES OF ZOEY – THE COST OF GREATNESS INT. BOSTON UNIVERSITY QUESTROM SCHOOL OF MANAGEMENT - GRADUATE LOUNGE - DAY...

So I'm writing this thing in two formats: for screen and novel form. Here's my first crack at writing narrative... Again, this is a work...

It was mid-morning and the parking lot of the bowling alley was empty, except for a few Buicks and Cadillac’s of the regular retirees....

One of the program administrators call upon the attention of the crowd gathered in the lobby. “Okay everybody, we’re going to be entering...

The gentle whir came to an end, as did her once dream career. She stretched her arms as best she could within the seventeen inches she...

“Okay, so street lesson one: look both ways when the light turns green. You never know if some idiot on a bike or a guy with headphones,...