Small-frame stories. Full-weight emotion.
Shorts, proofs, and one-sitting ideas.
Short films and proof-of-concepts from the slate: blue-collar slices of life, quiet philosophical pieces, family comedy, myth and magic, and a few ways to break superhero tropes on a budget.
Scripted Shorts
Completed short film scripts available for production, partnership, or funding consideration.
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Short4 Words
When Freddy is quietly led into a police station for questioning, it feels like just another night for the detectives involved. But Freddy knows the rules; and knows how quickly they’re bent. As pressure mounts and silence is treated like guilt, Freddy responds with the same four words, over and over again. A minimalist legal thriller where rhythm becomes resistance and calm becomes power.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — Opening Scene
EXT. POLICE STATION – SIDE ENTRANCE – NIGHT
An unmarked steel door opens.
FREDDY (20s) is guided inside by two UNIFORMED OFFICERS.
No sirens. No spectacle. But he is handcuffed.
INT. INTAKE / PROPERTY ROOM – NIGHT
A metal counter. Plastic bins.
A body cam quietly blinking.
Freddy empties his pockets.
Wallet. Keys. Coins. Phone.
The phone lands in the tray.
The screen lights up. Locked.
OFFICER
Unlock it.
Freddy looks at him. Calm.
FREDDY
Do you have a search warrant?
Silence.
The officer exhales, annoyed.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
A small, windowless room.
A camera whirs to life. A red dot appears.
Freddy looks straight at it.
FREDDY
I want my lawyer.
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Short10 Cubits
Jack isn’t running from anything; just away. Off the grid and barely surviving, he stumbles upon an ancient, sealed box hidden deep in a hillside. As he keeps it close, whispers follow, luck shifts in his favor, and something patient begins to stir. A slow-burn supernatural thriller about belief, temptation, and the unsettling idea that humanity may no longer need demons... because it has become one.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — Discovery
EXT. HILLSIDE – NIGHT
Jack treks through underbrush, lantern swinging from his hand.
Birds scatter as he steps over a rusted fence post.
He stops.
A hole in the hillside; not natural.
Half-covered by ivy and rocks. No signage. No path.
INT. CAVE - LATER
Flashlight beam slices through darkness.
Dust hangs like mist.
At the center of the cavern, something buried beneath collapsed stone.
Jack clears it slowly.
A small, carved box.
Ancient. Sealed.
He sits across from it.
No music. No voice.
Just stillness.
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ShortBetween Myths and Heartbeats
Brad is ready to take the next step with Jennifer, the woman who has captured his heart. But when a carefully planned proposal night takes an unexpected turn, Brad discovers that Jennifer’s family... and Jennifer herself... are tied to a hidden world that doesn’t play by ordinary rules. A romantic fantasy that blends warmth, humor, and myth, exploring what it means to love someone who carries more than a lifetime of secrets.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — Opening Scene
INT. APARTMENT – EVENING
Jennifer lounges on the couch, deep into a battle in Assassin’s Creed Odyssey.
The door unlocks.
Brad steps inside, grocery bag in hand.
BRAD
Playing Odyssey, huh?
JENNIFER
Somebody’s gotta keep the Athenians in check.
Brad sets the bag down.
BRAD
I went to the store.
(beat)
Your parents are coming over tonight, remember?
Jennifer pauses the game. Smiles.
JENNIFER
I remember.
They move together in the kitchen; comfortable, practiced, in sync.
Steam rises from a pot.
Laughter fills the room.
Everything feels normal.
Almost too normal.
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ShortBurn Rate
A dialogue-free short film following a blue-collar worker’s relentless fight to satisfy his hyper-metabolism. Blending stark realism with visceral imagery, the film explores the physical, emotional, and financial toll of survival in a world where basic needs can consume everything.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — Opening Scene
FADE IN:
INT. KITCHEN – EARLY MORNING
Muted light filters in through slatted blinds.
Dust hangs in the air like fine mist.
A MAN (late 40s, thin, hollow-eyed) enters frame.
He sets a plate on the table. Then another.
And another.
Eggs. Toast. Bacon. Pancakes.
Enough food for three... or one man with no choice.
He sits. Still.
Stares at the food.
Then, with a mechanical motion, he picks up his fork.
Chew. Swallow.
The clock ticks faintly.
Steady.
Accusatory.
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ShortFinality
Robert hasn’t seen his mother in years. When he walks into her nursing home unannounced, it isn’t for closure; it’s for clarity. What begins as a brittle reunion becomes a reckoning with years of denial, revision, and silence. A restrained, emotionally charged drama about the cost of truth that never came, and the strength it takes to finally walk away.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Reunion
INT. NURSING HOME LOBBY – AFTERNOON
A quiet, beige lobby.
Too clean. Too calm.
ROBERT hesitates, then steps forward.
RECEPTIONIST
Mr. Whitaker, right?
It’s been... a long time.
ROBERT
It has.
INT. VISITING ROOM – AFTERNOON
Muted sunlight through thin curtains.
A room built for polite conversation.
Robert sits stiffly at a small table.
Across from him, his mother adjusts herself; already choosing a version of the truth.
MOTHER
I wasn’t expecting it to be you.
I thought your sister was here.
ROBERT
I don’t want to be here.
That lands.
MOTHER
Then why come at all?
ROBERT
Because I’m tired of this dance.
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ShortFractured Origins
Melissa is grounded in her routines; parenting chaos, sibling calls, and the quiet exhaustion of an ordinary evening. But one casual question fractures the life she knows. As her home shifts and her children vanish, Melissa finds herself trapped in a version of her life that feels both intimately hers and terrifyingly wrong. A haunting psychological short exploring identity, memory, and the cost of asking “what if,” serving as a prequel to the feature project Fractured Echoes.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Fracture
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Melissa sinks into the couch, scrolling her phone with that numb, end-of-day autopilot.
Kid photos. Birthday cakes. Beach trips. The usual noise.
Then...
A photo.
A grainy, sun-faded group shot from almost twenty years ago.
A bunch of teenagers piled together at some long-forgotten party.
Jason’s in the middle.
Melissa beside him, both of them stupidly, uncomplicatedly happy in the way only teenagers can be; no bills, no kids, no mortgages, no missed calls.
She stops scrolling.
Her thumb hovers over the image.
Too long.
She zooms in on her younger face.
Then his.
Something flickers behind her eyes; not longing, not regret, just a quiet, involuntary ache from a room she thought she’d locked decades ago.
Her thumb moves to her wedding ring.
She rubs it once.
Not dramatic... just... reflex.
She blinks, tilts her head, almost as if realizing she’s still staring.
But she doesn’t scroll yet.
She taps Jason’s profile.
Another old photo loads; him holding his newborn niece in a hospital chair.
Melissa lingers again, the hesitation almost imperceptible.
A notification pings, snapping her back.
Melissa locks the screen fast, like she caught herself drifting somewhere she shouldn’t.
She exhales; not tired, not overwhelmed.
Unsettled.
Her eyes drift toward the hallway.
Toward the kids’ room.
For a beat, something cracks behind her expression... a flicker of doubt, of distance, of something she can’t name.
And then...
Silence.
Absolute.
Sudden.
Like the house stopped breathing. -
ShortLast Seen
Still grieving the death of her partner, Lena discovers her webcam displaying her own image; thirty seconds into the future. At first it’s unsettling. Then it becomes terrifying. As time fractures and reality begins rewriting itself in real time, Lena realizes the truth may not be behind her… but watching her. A tech-driven psychological horror about grief, memory, and the digital traces we leave behind.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Delay
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT
A dim, cluttered apartment.
A laptop sits open on the table.
The WEBCAM LIGHT turns on by itself.
Lena’s face appears on screen.
Top corner text reads:
+00:30 — LIVE
Lena raises her hand and waves.
Nothing happens.
Two beats later, the Lena on screen waves back.
She freezes.
Lena lifts her hand again, slower this time.
On screen, her future self mirrors it... thirty seconds too late.
A tear wells in Lena’s eye.
On screen, Future Lena wipes a tear that hasn’t fallen yet.
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ShortMichael and the Morning Star
Michael, a teenager with unanswered questions, performs a summoning ritual; not for power, but for answers. When Satan himself appears, the encounter defies every expectation: no fire, no bargains, just a dialogue about scripture, suffering, and truth. As the boy presses with questions the church never answered, Satan responds with unsettling candor and surprising empathy. The conversation unravels Michael’s anger and grief, culminating in an emotional breakdown that leaves both figures exposed. Minimalist and intimate, Michael and the Morning Star is a quiet yet powerful chamber piece. A meditation on faith, mortality, and the need to be heard.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Summoning
INT. EMPTY ROOM – NIGHT
A barren, windowless room.
A pentagram drawn in chalk. Candles burn at each point.
MICHAEL, a tired teenage boy, sits at the edge of the circle,a worn scrap of parchment in one hand… a Bible beside him.
He glances between them.
Once.
Twice.
He exhales, then begins speaking in Latin; hesitant, but resolute.
MICHAEL
Non ad nocendum voco.
Non sacrificium offero.
Tantum loqui cupio.
Silence.
The candle flames tremble.
Smoke curls from cracks in the floor.
A FIGURE forms within it; barefoot, simply dressed.
SATAN steps into the circle.
SATAN
You called?
Michael looks up, composed.
MICHAEL
I did. I just wanted to talk.
Satan blinks.
SATAN
Let me get this straight.
You summoned the devil...
and you don’t want power, money, or revenge?
MICHAEL
No.
SATAN
You just want to talk?
A beat.
Genuine curiosity.
MICHAEL
Yeah. I tried praying.
That didn’t work.
So... you’re plan B.
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ShortThe Lost Scrolls
When a young archaeologist uncovers a hidden passage beneath the earth, she discovers a vast underground library untouched by time. Inside, knowledge thought lost or destroyed has not only survived; it’s been waiting. As she communicates with the quiet head librarian, she learns that language, intent, and purpose are keys far older than doors. A meditative, mythic short about knowledge as responsibility and the quiet power of preservation.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — First Contact
INT. MODERN LIBRARY – DAY
A quiet, sunlit library.
People work at desks. Pages turn. Chairs slide softly.
The ARCHAEOLOGIST stands still; dusty boots on clean carpet.
No one notices her.
Across the room, a MAN sits at a desk.
Ordinary. Calm.
He watches her reflection in a glass panel.
She approaches.
HEAD LIBRARIAN
May I help you?
She studies his mouth carefully.
Processes.
Then signs, slow and precise.
ARCHAEOLOGIST
I... am... lost.
He doesn’t understand.
Tries again.
HEAD LIBRARIAN
Where did you enter?
She signs again. Nothing lands.
A pause.
Not awkward. Considered.
He reaches into his desk, pulls out a notebook and pen.
Writes something. Slides it to her.
She reads.
Shakes her head.
Hands it back.
He realizes.
The language is wrong.
He murmurs something under his breath and moves his fingers over the notebook.
The ink doesn’t glow.
The page doesn’t change.
But the air above it ripples... like heat rising from stone.
She blinks.
And understands.
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ShortThe New Morning
A quiet morning jog turns dangerous when a knife-wielding stranger steps out of the fog; but instead of fear, the would-be victim offers calm defiance. As the confrontation unfolds, control slips, roles invert, and both figures are forced to confront the truth behind their rituals. A minimalist, dialogue-driven thriller about power, purpose, and the ways we move through pain to survive it.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Encounter
EXT. JOGGING TRAIL – PRE-DAWN
Fog clings low to the ground.
A lone JOGGER runs; steady, practiced.
A FIGURE steps out of the mist.
A knife glints.
KILLER
Stop.
The Jogger slows, but doesn’t freeze.
They jog lightly in place.
JOGGER
What, that’s your opener?
The Killer stiffens.
KILLER
You’re supposed to be scared.
JOGGER
Why? Do you need me to be?
That lands harder than fear.
The Jogger stretches casually, one leg up on a stump. using the Killer’s shoulder for balance.
KILLER
(realizing)
Are you... using me to stretch?
JOGGER
You stepped into my routine.
Adapt.
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Proof / prequelThe Soul’s Foundation
In this intimate prequel to Horizon of the Soul, a young Josh works side by side with his father to rebuild a battered Volvo cabover truck. What begins as a practical restoration becomes a symbol of resilience, legacy, and the quiet strength passed from father to son. Their shared work forges the emotional foundation that will carry Josh into the struggles of his adult life. The Soul’s Foundation is a tender portrait of family, labor, and the things we build to last beyond ourselves.What starts as a practical project becomes the emotional groundwork for the journey in Horizon of the Soul.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Discovery
EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY – LATE AFTERNOON
A weathered pickup truck rolls down a two-lane road.
Low sun. Summer haze.
Inside, JOSH (12) flicks sunflower seed shells out the window.
His dad drives with quiet focus.
They pass a small trucking yard.
Dad’s eyes lock on something... just for a second.
He blinks. Checks the rearview.
Eases off the gas.
JOSH
What?
Dad doesn’t answer.
Turns into a gravel driveway ahead, loops back.
EXT. TRUCKING YARD – MOMENTS LATER
There it is; near the back of the lot.
A white Volvo cabover.
Flat-fronted. No decals. No shine.
Out of fashion. Out of place.
A FOR SALE sign in the windshield.
Dad shuts off the engine.
Just sits there.
JOSH
We’re not here for tires, are we?
Dad smiles... small, honest.
DAD
Not anymore.
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Proof / epilogueThe Soul’s Reckoning
Years after the fire and the custody battle, Josh has settled into a fragile peace with the loss of his daughter. Enraged, Sylvie barges into his home demanding answers. Josh calls the police himself, refusing to be cornered. What follows is a calm but unflinching confrontation, where Josh explains his choice with clarity, cutting through denial with devastating finality to The Soul Saga.
Status: Completed short film scriptScript Excerpt — The Reckoning
EXT. JOSH’S FRONT YARD – NIGHT
JOSH
Actions have consequences. She lied; likely coached by you. So I put distance between us.
She is not my daughter anymore. She is my ex-daughter. I haven’t claimed her since she made me walk away.
She gets nothing.
SYLVIE
(breaking)
You’d let your own daughter die just to hurt me?
JOSH
She’s not my daughter. You made sure of that.
I’m under no obligation to turn over anything. She’s legally an adult. The court would laugh you out.
She is not entitled to my medical records.
(beat)
Just because someone is blood doesn’t mean they’re entitled to forgiveness.
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Shorts in Development
Conceptual and outlined short films currently in development.
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ShortNo One's Coming
What begins as an act of villainy becomes an existential crisis. When a nemesis is captured, the villain braces for the inevitable heroic rescue. But as days stretch into weeks, no one comes. The prisoner spirals into despair, while the villain, confronted with the silence, begins to doubt not just his plan, but his own identity and purpose. No One's Coming strips the superhero myth to its core, presenting a minimalist psychological drama about abandonment, power, and the fragility of meaning.
Status: Outline completed - draft underway -
ShortCampfire Killer Joke
Equal parts eerie and playful, this short begins like a traditional ghost story; flickering flames, wide eyes, and rising tension, before pulling the rug with a comedic twist that turns fear into laughter.
Status: Outline completed - draft underway -
ShortOperation: Exploding Lava
The older brother meticulously crafts a classic volcano for a school project, complete with red-dyed “lava” and dramatic flair worthy of a mad scientist. His younger brother applauds the effort... then casually demonstrates that a pack of Mentos and a bottle of soda can achieve the same effect in seconds. One spectacular geyser later, both boys end up soaked, laughing, and reminded that sometimes science is more fun when it’s shared.
Status: Outline completed - draft underway -
ShortA Solid Day
Drawn from real-world trucking experience, this short captures the rhythm of the job; the early starts, yard chatter, highway solitude, and the small human moments that break the grind. With no manufactured drama, it’s an authentic look at blue-collar perseverance and the beauty found in repetition.
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ShortGame Night Meltdown
A wholesome comedy short that captures the absurd magic of family tabletop gaming. What starts as a serious fantasy quest devolves into side chatter, rule debates, and a climactic “riddle” that’s really just one giant dad joke. The eldest child’s exasperation seals the night; the perfect blend of eye-rolls, laughter, and shared imagination.
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ShortThe Weight of Small Things
When a sentimental toy goes missing, an teen turns detective, retracing years of growing up through small household memories and flashbacks to her younger self. The search ends in relief as she finds the toy; only for her little brother to ask if he can have it. After a quiet moment of hesitation, she hands it over, realizing the best stories keep moving forward.
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ShortBeyond the Ascent
A contemplative odyssey about faith, marriage, and free will. A man climbs Mount Olympus to honor his wife’s gods, expecting only wind and stone; and instead finds the Olympians waiting. Gifted a life among mortals in ancient Greece, he experiences her faith as lived reality, bringing modern instincts into an ancient world. But as wonder gives way to longing, he realizes the gift is not the one he truly desires. When offered a choice that no god can make for him, he must decide whether transcendence is worth the cost of home.
Status: Full outline completed - script not yet drafted -
ShortTime Slip
A fleeting mirror glitch shows what appears to be a betrayal from days ahead. Unable to shake it, the protagonist begins connecting dots that don’t exist, their paranoia tightening as the “future date” approaches. Subtle visual effects blend with grounded realism as the tension peaks; until the truth breaks through: the reflection wasn’t infidelity at all, but a surprise celebration.
Status: Outline completed — draft underway