Yes I have...one long one and a few shorts.

Yes, a collaboration with another Answerbag member.

A few -- I used to think it was my calling in life. several teleplays as well, and two spec episodes of The X-Files. :P

a little, yes. :)

I do story board. Not a script strictly speaking.

I've written a bunch, including a sequel to Batman involving the Scarecrow. I only wish they were good enough, or I had the knowledge of where to send them to get sold, used or made. I'd especially like the zombie script I'm working on now to get made...its a little on the disturbing side.

I did write a play while I was in high school, it sucked.

I've written about twenty features, a mini series, TV episode, half dozen shorts, optioned three, wrote one for hire, produced and directed five shorts, finalist in contests. Are you looking to write a screenplay and need advice?

Nope, not at all.

Yes, and once I send Mr. Spielberg these incriminating photos, he'll have to produce it.

Yes, I wrote one. It sucks, but I'm okay with that because the first number of drafts of your first screenplay will all suck (and maybe even your second, third, fourth...). It's like learning to sculpt a statue. It'll play out well the more you work at it. As for getting it funded by a studio - SCREW THAT. I'd rather not have it produced at all, or produce it independently (with the former being just as preferable as the latter). Don't ever stop if that's what you want to do. The very worst that can happen is that you put it together and it'll end up a viral on Youtube. Good luck!

Yes, and everyone I ran into in the business told me it was no good because it only would appeal to 30-90 yr. olds and their market was young men between 14-29. So..I'm out. LOL

Yes...but it wasn't spicy enough for the porn industry...

Yes, quite a few. Though I've never bothered to pitch them to anyone.

i've tried to write a screenplay, and still trying. LOL!

No I write but have not got to a screenplay yet. Maybe I will get back to my writing in the new year.

Yes I have and I'm working on another one.

Hi Rick nice to see you, hope all is well. I have been doing Body Scanning Meditation while I have been away. I have thirteen tracks on my Ipod. It sounds a good idea.:)

Yeah but they never left my notebooks or computer screen.

Chapter 1- An unwanted memory On a foggy December morning in a small box bedroom of a B&B in the city of Lindin a slight, unshaven pale white figure arose from bed to reveal a cluster of large 7to8-inch line scars across his muscular chest. It was five thirty am according to the 25 year olds modest watch on his left slender wrist “ only two hours” he whispered to himself, the words resounding around the room, empty bar the bed and the man. Hurriedly he threw on his worn jeans a stained white t-shirt, once brilliant white but now ivory socks and a pair of black boots and pulled a butterfly knife out from under the mattress placing it in between his jeans and waist. He lit a cigarette, the last of a pack of 20, and proceeded onto the landing of the bed and breakfast, the air was tense the previous calm silence suddenly evaporated and replaced with the man’s footsteps, rapid and rhythmic down the staircase, within a moment he had reached the front door and stepped out into the crisp cold winter fog. He checked his watch again five thirty two, a sense of great guilt and despair washed over him as it had when he’d looked at it only two minutes before, he thought to himself there was no way he would be able to save her or any one else for that matter he’d already given the list to the authorities and he knew better than anybody what they were capable of. That raw unwanted memory of his family’s bloody murder sent a shooting pain into his chest where he still retained the physical scars left by that fateful summer night. * * * * * * * * * * * * Fifty men all in black with covered faces and the legendary silver broadswords of the Guth warrior’s had descended on the stately home of the Davock family and killed the 15 royal guards as well as all members of the then greatly wealthy and respected Davock family, except for him Roger Davock the last remaining member, who had so narrowly escaped the grim clasps of death thanks to his strength and fitness, due to his fathers insistence upon national service, and his mothers unrivalled magic teachings. Without the two he would have most certainly fallen that night as did his 5 less experienced brothers and sisters, it had taken most of the skilled and battle hardened warriors to kill his mother and father who fighting alongside one another, in an attempt to protect their children and what remained of their family, had killed 27 of the attackers before they fell. Once Sir and Lady Davock had been defeated the Guth focused their attacks on Roger’s uncle’s who also fought gallantly but to no avail. After this only the children were still alive along with their grandmother who despite her then extremely frail appearance was once one of the most powerful mages Genland had ever owned since the great wars. The remaining Guth were the most frightened of her and she had been the sole reason for their reluctance to accept the mission given to them, although she was now only a mere shadow of her earlier self the Guth knew as well as she did that the majority of her knowledge and power had deserted her in old age apart from the most dangerous and destructive magic’s in existence. She looked at them her eyes overflowing with tears that soon turned into blistering white sparks that ate at the marble floor of the study as they hit, then suddenly the sparks filled the room and she let out a scream that consumed her as well as 15 of the Guth. Once the sparks subsided the eight Guth left alive removed their Black masks to reveal identical red faces with long noses, wide mouths and eyes of a solid blue colour. They set their sights on the six children. The eldest at 18 and a half was Roger who stood staring blank faced showing no emotion straight into the eyes of the closest Guth, beside Roger was the second eldest Kadence she was attempting to hold back floods of tears, although they still slowly rolled down her face, she held a longsword with both her hands the tip touched the floor as it was far too heavy for her but the 17 year old would soon attempt to put it to use. Behind the two last hopes for survival of the Davock family were the 4 other children all far too afraid and distraught to be able to fight. Theodore a slim and quite tall for his age 14 year old stood completely upright staring at his mother and father’s dead bodies, the only sign that he was alive and not a statue were his trembling hands. At the very back of the room against a large grey wall were the two youngest children, who were in fact twins labella was curled into a ball on the floor with her slightly taller twin brother Blaise standing with his arms spread out in the most protective gesture a six year old can make. Amelia aged 11 rolled around on the floor a mass of tears and emotional trauma. The Guth that Roger was staring at surveyed the state of the children sword in hand and cackled, a hideous laughter sickening to all who heard it; Roger met this laughter with a rapid movement that disarmed the Guth of his broadsword as well as several right hooks to the mouth of the Guth. The cackle immediately stopped and Roger and the Guth rolled around punching kicking and head butting one another. Two of the other Guth ran to aid their comrade, the first was caught completely of guard by Kadence’s blow with the longsword and tumbled to the floor, as he did the Guth behind him impaled Kadence on his own sword penetrating her heart. The other five Guth advanced on the younger children and made short work of them, fragile young bodies were no match for solid silver broadswords. Roger was still rolling around on the floor in combat with the Guth when another two suddenly grabbed him and threw him across the room. There were now eight Guth staring at him on the floor as he rose he saw that in his haste to avenge his dead family he had failed to protect the ones that had still been alive, the ones that had been relying on him to protect them. A wild rage took hold of him again he bellowed a series of strange sounds that soon manifested into a forbidden spell, a spell which was so dark and powerful it had been known to completely destroy the caster, with a startled look on their face the Guth rushed towards Roger there swords out. Just as they reached him and their swords tore at his flesh the spell came into force and the Guth disintegrated. Roger passed out expecting to die himself. However when he came to the next morning he was still in the study of his family home surrounded by the dead bodies of all that he’d held dear, the harsh reality made him vomit. He looked at them his mother, father, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and more, his entire family erased except him. He had to avenge all of their deaths and in order to do that he would need to kill the leader of the Guth, the leader of the Parliamentarians. * * * * * * * * * * * * As he often did, Roger pushed the memory to the back of his mind a lot had changed since then, the parliamentarians had won the war and Genland was now a republic for the fist time in its long history. Much of the empire had also fallen under the reign of the newly found republic as well save the island of shilling where the royal family were well defended by the royal navy in its entirety, what was left of the army and royal guard along with the majority of the 20,000 strong cavalry. If he was to have any hope of intercepting the assassins that would be set the task of eliminating all 12 people on the list then Roger would have to somehow acquire a horse and make the 82-mile trip to Rexover, which even with a thoroughbred horse was an almost impossible feat. The current government now monitored all mid to high range acts of magic so a summoning was out of the question, unless he sought death, and he also had no gold to hire a fenbrix (a hybrid creature that is a cross between a lion and a phoenix). He decided to head for the post office in order to send an owl to the most important person on the list, who was in fact the only living person he now cared for outside of the royal family. Genara, she trusted him and loved him he had to at least send warning of her impending doom since he would not be able to reach her village in time to save her himself. After a ten minute walk through the long thin streets of Lindin Roger reached the post office, it was closed and would not open until six thirty this was good as Roger could not afford to pay to send a normal owl let alone the express owl which he needed to. A lock charm would not attract any attention from the magic sensors in the street and a charm for confusion would give him enough time to enter the small building on the corner and send his owl. Once Roger had performed both spells on the robust iron door of the post office he crept in searched in the corner of the cramped room and found an express owl in a bronze cage next to it was a quill an ink well and a large stack of paper. He wrote simply: Trouble coming leave immediately Roger Attaching the note to the owl’s leg he told it it’s the destination and let it out of the cage into the street and on its way. The post office’s express owls were legendry the world over for there speed and the note should reach Genara just in time. He had hated even writing the list but he had had to in order to gain the trust of the government he so despised. In the last two years Roger had committed many similar acts often resulting in the deaths of those who supported the royal family but only out of necessity, after all he sole purpose in life was now to destroy the anti-royalists and place Genland and her empire back under the control of the King. After watching the owl sore into the clouds Roger closed the door and relocked it with another charm, soon the confusion spell he had put on the post office’s many sendings would ware off and the buildings small army of imps would burst into life and alert the police. Knowing this Roger sprinted down the road to his right and followed it to the famous Lindin central park. It’s tall Genlish oak trees intimidated the unnatural white and grey buildings that surrounded the square as well as offering refuge to those in need of magical recovery. Slowly Roger edged towards the nearest Oak tree aware that some were now the exact opposite of refuge to royalists, this tree was not tainted it was pure the warm aura of pure magic drew Roger closer and closer until he found himself with both hiss palms outstretched and touching the tree’s trunk. As skin met wood Roger was overcome with joy and ecstasy the pure magic leapt from the heartwood of the tree and coursed through his veins filling him with power it surged through his entire body and then slowly stopped. Roger took his palms off of the trunk and with a great sense of fulfilment walked along the cobblestone path to the other side of the park. Roger knew that what he had done was foolish as soon the secret police of the republic, or possibly even the dreaded Guth would be upon him. Although the grand oak tree was not tainted the magic sensors of the republic would have most certainly noticed the surge of magic power it had given to him. Roger was easily able to gain the trust of the government by showing loyalty to the republic in front of normal citizens and low level government officials but the secret police were likely to test his blood which would give him away since he had, although a limited amount, royal blood. The Guth would be able to smell the royal blood in his veins with little effort, as they were not human, and were created originally for the single purpose of destroying the Genlish Royal family and aristocracy. The wave of happiness and calm that had washed over him only moments before left him immediately at this thought. He drew the only weapon he had the butterfly knife and prepared for battle both the Guth and the secret police would be expecting this and so when they arrived would already have their weapons drawn thought Roger. Then just as he had predicted Several Guth appeared in red armour with red masks on, all with their broadswords in hand, as soon as they saw him they knew exactly who he was not only by the strong scent of his blood but also by his face, when created all Guth had the faces of the entire royal family and aristocracy imprinted in their minds, unfortunately for Roger these Guth were created before he had been presumed dead and so he was a priority target. As one they let out a shrill scream and more Guth appeared out of nowhere, the fog was beginning to lift now and the sun was just about to rise, in this strange light Roger could now see that he was surrounded by hundreds of Guth every street filled with them as well as the park although they all kept at a safe distance from the majority of the trees. Roger would only be able to kill around 30 of them with the butterfly knife alone and only around a hundred using the more powerful mid level spells so he decided to summon three level six sendings, they would be powerful enough to hold off all of the Guth and not to powerful for Roger to control in one swift fluid motion Roger dragged his butterfly knife through the pavement underneath him in a circle and yelled three names “CABOHOK, TIEVAM, DAVOLUTE” the words were unnaturally loud and were almost deafening. In response to these words the thin circle in the ground around Roger glow an electric blue and became a column of blue light reaching far into the sky it expanded in width as well forcing the nearest Guth to back away then suddenly the astonishing light disappeared to reveal Roger standing completely still with his legs crossed in a meditating position and around him three large figures, each slightly different to the other. The tallest Cabohok had a head similar to a lions with a pair of large twisting black horns protruding from the top of its main, this head was atop a small neck attached to a 4 foot wide 6 foot tall human like torso with large wings on its back and a pair of thick long human like legs at its bottom. In each of its oversized hands it held an axe with a long solid gold handle and golden blade tipped with silver. It bellowed, “ I am Cabohok who dares summon me” “I” replied Roger “Roger Davock son of Maximus Davock son of the great Topaz Davock, Knight of the triumph guard” The great beast turned to face Roger it looked at him and smirked “ha so you are, I presume that your father is now dead as he hasn’t summoned me for a long time and his son does now.” Roger stared at the creature for what seemed to him an eternity but was in fact only a few seconds and slowly answered “ Yes that is correct my father is dead, I command you to defend me from any danger I face until I dismiss you.” Cabohok looked surprised but content with his new masters instructions and turned to face the Guth in the park. The second tallest Davolute was only a few inches smaller than Cabohok and also had an oversized human shaped body and a lion like head although without the horns, also instead of wings on its back Davolute had thousands of small spikes like that which you would find on a porcupine. In its hands it held a thick iron chain, which seemed to be only 7 feet long but had the ability to grow as long as it’s wielder desired. Davolute was smarter than Cabohok and had covered its ears as soon as it had felt the tug of someone summoning it; as a result it hadn’t been deafened by the magical call of its name and therfore had heard the conversation between Roger and Cabohok and as a result was able to avoid being destroyed before even being given any orders as happens from time to time in the heat of battle. When a sending is summoned if it hears the call of the summoner then it is rendered incapable of hearing until the summoner speaks to it. As Roger turned from Cabohok to Davolute it leapt into the air and from 50 feet above the ground began to spin its chain, which had grown a considerable amount since Davolute had been summoned. Roger was at first unsure of the sendings intention but then soon realised that fortunately fro him Davolute must have heard him instruct Cabohok and therefore was also bound to his will. The shortest of the sendings Tievam was the most human like; in fact she looked exactly like a six-foot slender woman with strange green armour on and long green fingernails. The most obvious indication that she wasn’t human was that a long thick snake like tail was attached to the base of her spine, the point of which was shaped like a harpoon and was as hard as a diamond. When Roger turned to her he saw that she seemed to be asleep, sendings did occasionally arrive before summoners only for the summoners to find that a previous master of the sending had bound them to eternal slumber. Although Roger knew that this was unlikely as Tievam was an extremely dangerous and cunning sending, she was in fact his grandmother’s own creation and she had ensured that only those with his grandmother’s blood could even summon her. Tievam had read every single one of these thoughts as they had raced through Roger’s head and just as the last one had formed she opened her eyes and slowly walked over to Roger, her tail bobbed around above her head as a snake would when searching for prey Roger stared at her and decided for some reason to do nothing and to let her approach him. Roger thought he had made that decision himself but Tievam had made it for him. When she reached Roger she placed her right oddly cold hand on his shoulder and spoke “ Are you Roger Davock Grand son of Erin Migon?” Roger unaware of what he was saying replied without thought “That is me do you have what you should?” Roger had no idea why or how he had said this but it triggered a response from Tievam all the same. “I do” and then a long Katana in its scabbard appeared in Tievam’s left hand. Again without any control over what he was doing Roger took the sword thanked Tievam and Walked towards the Large group of slowly advancing Guth on his right. He pulled the sword from its scabbard it was a sword he felt strangely familiar with although he had no memory of ever seeing it before. Cabohok, Davolute and Tievam were each fighting several hundred Guth at a time, Roger continued on towards the group of Guth facing him he knew that the sword he now held had immense power he could feel it pulsing with magic and an undying thirst for blood. The Guth were not aware or chose to ignore the power of the sword and began to advance on Roger, they all wore the red armour and masks that identified them as the most common rank of Guth, they were much less powerful than the Guth elite who wore all black armour and had wrought such terror on Roger’s family as well as many others. They should be relatively easy to defeat thought Roger he was now a well experienced warrior in his own right and had fought many Guth of the same rank in the last few years of the King’s reign. The line of Guth was nearly upon him when Roger suddenly leapt toward one of them and began to spin like a spinning top his sword arm outstretched. Roger spun rapidly and as he did so started to move in closer to the Guth that were left alive, this continued for a minute or two the Guth attempted to fight back or flee but Roger was too fats for them and any that did escape did so only to be destroyed by on of the three sendings. Once there were no Guth in sight Roger stopped spinning hastily sheathed his sword and surveyed the road he was in, the park and the roads either side. All he could see was a horrific mass of dead bodies covering every inch of pavement, road and grass. The three sendings he had summoned came and stood beside him, then knelt and said in unison “All Dangers to you have been destroyed master Roger Davock” the words were welcome indeed but he knew they were only true for the moment and that thanks too his outburst there would now be the army of the republic to deal with along with the cavalry and no doubt several different Guth divisions. Roger looked at them and replied “ Thank you Davolute you are dismissed.” With these words Davolute transformed into nothing but a shadow and then disappeared all together. “ Cabohok you are dismissed” Cabohok undertook the same process as Davolute had and was gone. Then Roger looked at Tievam and asked, “Why have you given me this sword?” Tievam replied in a husky voice which Roger now realised hadn’t previously come from her mouth as Tievam’s previous communication had been telepathic “ Your grandmother instructed me to do so long ago shortly after she first created me; she said that her Grandson would one day be in danger and call upon me, and that when this happened I should give you the sword. Roger was quite surprised by this information as, when his grandmother had created Tievam she had only been a young girl of sixteen and hadn’t even given birth to Rogers mother. Although when he thought about it Roger remembered that his Grandmother had once told him, when he was only thirteen, that there were magics, which enabled the caster to see into the future. However she had also told him that there were very few who could cast the magics accurately and not become completely obsessed with the future to the point where their very lives were ruled by what they could see and not what they could live. At the time Roger had taken little notice of the warning and presumed it to be meaningless philosophy, but he did research the magic of which his Grandmother had spoken and found them to be far too complex for him then, after discovering the complexity of the spells Roger had given seeing the future no thought at all. Tievam looked at Roger and smiled “The human mind is a slow one at times, will that be all or do you wish to punish me with your slow and inferior thoughts for longer” Roger looked up and realised that he had had been staring into the bright morning sky, deep in thought for quite a while and hadn’t yet dismissed Tievam. Slightly embarrassed by her recent mocking of his intelligence Roger Hastily replied “ Yes that is all you are dismissed”. After dismissing Tievam Roger returned to the oak tree which had caused all the trouble and asked it quietly take me to the one I love, within a fraction of a second roger found himself on the outskirts of a small village.