Posts tagged “family

Screenplay Synopsis: Hearts and Minds

Posted on February 6, 2012

Set in war-torn Afghanistan and Pakistan, Hearts and Minds is both a tragedy and a love story, combining elements of The Kite Runner, The Deer Hunter and Paradise Now. The core of the film is one man’s attempts to save the soul of his brother and stay true to his ideals. When Ahmed Khan returns to Jalalabad from Pakistan following the defeat of the Taliban, his world is suddenly shattered when a rogue US missile, targetted at a Taliban leader, wipes out his family on his wedding night. Devastated, he returns to Lahore with his younger brother, Turan, who becomes increasingly radicalised and is recruited by Al-Qaeda to train child suicide bombers. Following the murder of a Chief Inspector and the slaughter of numerous innocent…

Empty Words

Posted on February 3, 2012

I heard he had been ill but wasn’t prepared for the figure that opened the door. I should have known something was wrong when I heard the shuffling in the corridor, then the fiddling with the door handle. I waited as the curses grew louder, then it opened. An eye peered at me in the darkness. ‘I didn’t mean to disturb you,’ I muttered, ‘I was looking for Terry.’ The eye focused, the door opened wider and the figure ushered me in. I stepped forward nervously, glanced at him and tried to smile. He pointed at me. ‘In there,’ he barked. I moved forward into a large lounge. It was barren and empty and the dim light cast shadows on the walls. He shuffled…

Front Line

Posted on February 2, 2012

The whistle blows Over we go Heads bowed down Bodies low Rifles forward Don’t look up One more step You’re still in luck Bullets fly All around Bodies fall Without a sound Not a scream Just a jolt Legs give way A sudden halt Shells explode Thud, thud, thud On my feet Bloodied mud Guns roar loud Canon fire Tortured soul In the mire Ears erupt Silence falls A deathly hush Consumes us all We stagger forward Not a sound Eyes still focused on the ground I think of home I think of Mum Of days gone past And all the fun Of bright blue skies of summer days of children laughing in the haze A sudden crack A hollow cry My body topples…

Ham Fisted

Posted on January 24, 2012

The sheer scale of the disaster struck Roland Dewhurst as he was congratulating himself on the quality of his work. He had switched off the lawnmower, lifted himself from the soft, leather seat and was staring in admiration at the lushness of the lawn. He pulled the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, checked that no one was watching and lit up. He inhaled the smoke and relaxed as the nicotine kicked in. He took a few more drags, stubbed the end of the cigarette on the heel of his shoe and placed it back in the packet.  He turned, detached the cuttings box and walked over to the compost heap. He was watching the cuttings tumble down before him when he spotted the…