Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Here's a brief summary of sci-fi stories I'm in the process of developing into screenplays.



While NASA scientists work on a strategic new device to advance space exploration, astronaut Col. Peter Thomas finds himself with amnesia, abandoned on a barren desert planet. With each attempt to recall any piece of his life or career, he experiences excruciating physical agony, comforted only by a single chalice of water which materializes and then fades from sight upon quenching his thirst. Physically, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, but unable to sleep, Col. Thomas is soon greeted by a somewhat familiar being - The Sandman - a.k.a Alluvias - the mythical Earth figure who helps the sleepless find rest. Alluvias initially emerges as a kindly sort (with great insight into the colonel’s personal childhood memories), but things turn ugly when the Thomas refuses to go to the final resting place. – which apparently, is being commandeered by NASA.


It’s 1885, and astronomer Janez Roman not only designates Earth as the median of the universe, but as a planet that houses an expandable macrocosm of orbs placed within a world-realm. After close observation, Roman concludes that Earth does not orbit any sun or star, but is actually a central dwelling place that represents and sustains not only minute models of other worlds, but is the central core of their very existence. In other words, Earth is a birthing-planet. Unfortunately, Roman also discovers that the matrix for this universal mold center, or macroverse, as he calls it, is in severe degeneration, which means the state of the entire universe is at stake. So he sets out to save it.


A family in Pattenville, Arkansas is dumbfounded when they soon discover their small town devoid of all life, and polluted with what appears to alien carcasses - a domicile allegedly employed as a host-body dumping ground. Not a cemetery as we might know it, but certainly not a place for the living. What's more, there's apparently a method to this madness: the bodies, though not mummified, are arranged in a particular pattern, reminiscent of the Ancient Egyptian tombs - and they are directed toward a massive dark tunnel.


A young widower becomes obsessed with journeying into the past and preventing his wife’s death. His fervor and mission is interrupted, however, when he encounters a time-traveler from the future, who attempts to abort his research. Apparently, the Earth’s very existence depends on the death of this man’s wife. If the couple reconnects, they will eventually bear children who will, in turn, parent those destined to destroy the planet.


Members of a high-power public relations firm begin acting strange, and the company’s CEO orders each to see the company physician, who surmises that “something's wrong,” though she doesn't know exactly what. For further analysis, she suggests employees undertake daily examinations for a two-week period. Unfortunately, the situation only worsens, as the tests prove near fatal, due to doctor’s apparent malpractice - she’s been injecting a subtle form of poison into each employee – because the company’s CEO murdered her father.


Mary Parkins, 9-years-old, goes out to play one day in a neighborhood park, and meets The Gatekeeper, a patriarchal alien designated by The Evolved (a benevolent alien race) to file, categorize, measure and monitor each time someone frequents the park playground. Unhappy with the all-too gradual operation of Earth's scientific developments, the Gatekeeper employs little Mary, and uses her as a conduit to improve humanity’s progression - much, of course, to the chagrin of her parents. Meanwhile, too, the Evolved grow weary of what has become the Gatekeeper's increasing impatience and over-zealous nature. Consequently, they seek to replace him - with Mary.


A team of metaphysicians make a shocking discovery: everyone on the planet is disappearing. Literally. It is soon realized that those who disappear still exist, but in the invisible realm. Beings are present, but unseen. Sensed, but distant. After further inspection, the answer ultimately rests with a new-found, clear-view copy of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

1 comment:

Ben Ohmart said...

You are prolific, sir!