Hollywood Scriptwriting Institute Diploma
1993
Treatment for a Horror Screenplay
A closed eye opens. It blinks several times, and then looks to the left.
Mirabelle Fraser is running along a rainbow-hued, interminable pathway. About her float dense clouds of blue mist. Puffing and gasping, she runs along the ramp, not knowing where she is going, or how she got there.
On her face is a look of terror.
The clouds suddenly billow about her waist and she feels a cold hand grab her ankle. Screaming, she is pulled beneath the vaporous murkiness.
She feels her clothes being ripped and torn, and she screams.
The eye peers directly ahead, and then looks upwards.
A keen guillotine blade scintillates in the sun.
Below, a black-masked executioner holds the rope of the release-catch. He peers through the mists about him and sees a young woman being dragged towards him. He smiles in grim satisfaction.
The woman is dragged up the steps of the deadly machine and is placed face upwards upon the block.
Mirabelle Fraser looks up terrifyingly at the poised blade.
The executioner watches her as he jerks the rope.
The blade is released and swishes down. Closer and closer it comes to her and, at the last moment, she turns her head, as if trying to avoid the blade. A scream gurgles to nothing, blood spurts forth from the severed body.
A tearful eye peers forward, and then looks to the right.
Somewhere within dark mists, a coffin opens. A young man climbs out and disappears into the vagueness.
A terror-stricken Mirabelle runs through the mist. Her clothes are ripped, her face bruised.
A hand suddenly reaches out from the mist and grasps her shoulder. She turns to see a handsome man approach her. Feeling relatively secure, she allows him to embrace her.
Behind her back, his mouth opens. Sharp, pointed teeth pierce her neck.
The woman screams once and faints; then, she is picked up by the man and carried into the fog.
The mists flow over them and they are lost.
Mirabelle, clothed in a long flowing robe lies outstretched upon a block of stone. Her arms and legs are bound by ropes.
She looks about and notices three other women hanging nearby. On their clothing, large bloodstains are smeared across their breasts. Their eyes stare unseeing into her.
A noise nearby causes her to look elsewhere. She observes a mallet and stake poised in mid-air. She now understands and begins to scream. However, her screaming does not stop her inevitable destiny. For, her teeth are now pointed and, being a vampire, she must die.
The stake is held over her heart and the mallet thrusts downwards. There is another scream of pain as the peg plunges into Mirabelle's body.
Blood spurts forth in gushes and stains her white gown.
The eye peers ahead as a tear begins to fall.
The eye belongs to Mirabelle Fraser whose head lies in the basket below the guillotine.
The tear rolls down her cheek and drops into the mass of gore at her neck.
Dungeon of Doom
A 1st Level AD&D® Adventure by MICHAEL WOODHEAD
Copyright © 2012 by Michael Woodhead under the Creative Commons License (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
(Map created with Dungeon Maker)
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1973, 2024
Slowly descending from blue skies above
Is an angel
An angel and a dove
Clothed in only the rays of the sun
Hovering and glancing at everyone
Then below she comes
And I succumb to her beauty
Her dazzling beauty
My limbs benumb
Softly she calls me, and I go to her
To the angel as a prisoner
Now I find that my clothes have all gone
But I think it nothing
For what comes anon
Then above I go to a blue rainbow
And her beauty
Her dazzling beauty
I soon shall know
And I stopped before her
Her arms enfolded me
All fear was gone, and shame was, too
Oh, it was blessed this feeling I knew
Her beauty was incomparable
As mine was, too
For I had changed, my body was new
I'm now an angel, and I speak to you
Let Love reign amongst you
Let all wars be gone
For children of God
You all must become
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1971, 2024
Amniotic waters of life
Keep me from the outer-world strife
Waiting only
Feeling lonely
Lost in the womb of wife
Still I wander in my sleep
Where the One Mind only creeps
There on blue seas
In the new trees
Where I watch and wait and weep
Amniotic waters of life
Save me from the keen-edged knife
Which is waiting
Not unsating
All of the blood of Life
FARE THEE WELL
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2024
Fare thee well
I leave the world today
I can't stand it in a world like this
Everyday, I see people cry
Everyday, I question why
So, fare thee well
I leave the world today
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Zeus, father of the gods
Power Supreme in the world of Olympus
Lover of mortal women
Rain-god; Lord of the sky
The sky clouds are his throne
The thunderbolts—his power
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Ruler of the seas
The trident—Poseidon holds
Stilling the storm
Rising the calm of the seas
Lover of horses
Earth-shaker
Lord of the oceans
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Bright light from the sun
Phoebus Apollo streaks across the sky
Chasing the moon and the stars
Bringing warmth to the chilled earth
Life to new-sprung flowers
Master musician
Archer-god
Healer
God of Light, and god of Truth
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Clothed in regal armor
From Zeus's head she sprang
Battle queen
Goddess of the city
Palace Athena, the Maiden
Virgin head of three
Wisdom, Reason, Purity
Parthenos
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Virgin goddess of the hearth
Hestia, to whom the wine is offered
The food is given in thanksgiving
Every child is born about thee
Build up a colony from the mother-city
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2023
Swift of foot, fleet Hermes
Divine herald of the gods
In his hands—Caduceus, magic wand
Commerce and thievery, all are his
Solemn herald of the dead
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Queen of the immortals
Patron of marriage
Hera, looking down on the Earth
Sates her easy wrath
On mortal woman loved of Zeus
Turned into a stone
Tears of sadness weeping long to a river flow
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2023
Kiln the forge, oh great Hephestus
Hammer bangs, metal rings throughout the huge volcano
Lame, yet loved by man and god
Kiln the forge, oh great Hephaestus
God of fire
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Deep within the Stygian depths
Hades, ruler of the dead, sits beside his wife—
Persephone, queen of the lower world
Third brother to Zeus, and god of wealth
Possesses the Helmet of Invisibility
Unpitying
Inexorable
Terrible but just
Hades, lord of the dead
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020
Huntress supreme, sweet Artemis
Preserve the young—your main concern
Artemis-on-Earth
Selene-in-the-Sky
Hecate-of-Darkness
Lover of woods
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Bloodstained, murderous
God of war
Ares, the fighter
Incarnate curse of mortals
Fight on, fight on!
The fight ne'er can cease
With him are Discord, Strife, and Enyo
Terror, Trembling, and Panic
Leaving paths of groans
And streams of crimson blood
A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2024
Aphrodite
Love and beauty
Goddess of the laughter
Loved alone by god and man
Born of the sea foam near Cythera
Storms flee at her coming
Flowers rise up full
Joy and loveliness
Love and beauty
Aphrodite