EARTHGIRLS
A Lyric & Lead Sheet Songbook
This volume presents some of my original songs that feature women's names, some of which were inspired by various girls and women I've known over the years.
A Lyric & Lead Sheet Songbook
This volume presents some of my original songs that feature women's names, some of which were inspired by various girls and women I've known over the years.
TERRITORY
An Erotic Horror Comic Book Script
PAGE 1
Panel 1
TEXT: "The police called it the work of a serial killer, even named the murderer The Shredder because of the way the body looked—its skin sliced and cut in strips apparently by some sharp instrument. But Maureen Douglas knew better. It looked like the work of an animal because it was the work of an animal. And its instruments were claws and fangs."
Panel 2
ART: Maureen Douglas kneels down and examines the mutilated, naked body of a woman, but now its face and torso have been ripped and torn as if by some savage animal.
Panel 3
TEXT: "With gloved hands, Maureen spread the corpse's legs, checked around and inside its vulva. There were telltale signs of semen. Maureen sighed heavily and rose to her feet. This was the fourth body found in this condition in the last three months."
Panel 4
TEXT: "That this was the work of a werewolf, Maureen didn't doubt. That it was also the work of Weylin Stone, she knew for certain."
ART: Maureen's stern face looks distant, as if remembering something
Panel 5
TEXT: "The condition in which the bodies had been found told her that. They'd all had sex with Stone before he Changed and savagely slaughtered them."
ART: [Artist's discretion]
Panel 6
TEXT: "Pleasure and pain. That was Stone's modus operandi."
ART: [Artist's discretion]
Panel 7
TEXT: "It had been that way even before he became—what he was now."
ART: Maureen remembers Stone as a werewolf
PAGE 2
Panel 8
TEXT: They'd been in love three years ago and they recognized a need for each other. Maureen liked to receive pain, Stone more than gladly gave it.
Not excessive pain, mind you. Just enough to make ordinary sex a little more interesting.
ART: [Artist's discretion]
Panel 9
ART: [Artist's discretion]
Panel 10
ART: Maureen is dressed as a provocative schoolgirl, facing right
Panel 11
ART: Maureen and Stone make love (Maureen riding Stone?)
Panel 12
ART: Maureen is dressed as a dominatrix, facing left
Panel 13
ART: Maureen on a cell phone
TEXT: But the murders—No, that wasn't right.
DIALOGUE: Maureen - "Yes, I'd like to report a murder..."
Panel 14
TEXT: Maureen had always found the bodies first. That hadn't been hard to do. She knew what Stone looked for in a woman, knew the places he liked to pick them up, and the places where he always took them. Yet he always managed to stay one step ahead of her. Until tonight. This new body was a fresh kill, which meant Stone would still be somewhere in the area. She searched the ground for prints and heard, in the distance, the wail of police sirens
PAGE 3
Panel 15
TEXT: She glanced up and around at the deserted warehouses that surrounded her. This was where Stone liked to bring the girls, this was where the bodies had been found—but never in a pattern that allowed the police to form some sort of prediction as to when or where he would strike again.
Panel 16
TEXT: Maureen never really understood how the Change had touched Stone. And it was after he Changed that they broke apart. He told her he never wanted to see her again.
ART: From the shadows of a warehouse, we see the wan features of Stone's face, pasty gray in the moonlight, his mouth stained with the blood of his last victim.
DIALOGUE: "Hello, Maureen,"
Panel 17
ART: Maureen and Stone facing each other
DIALOGUE: Maureen - "It's been a long time. I—had to see you again."
DIALOGUE: Stone - "Too long...Take your clothes off."
Panels 18 & 19
TEXT: Then the Change came.
ART: Naked, Maureen morphs into a female werewolf lashing out at Stone
Panel 19
TEXT: Too late to stop it now. Talons slashing downwards, razor-sharp nails slicing flesh, shredding it, fangs digging into muscle and bone, chomping, ripping, tearing, screams of shock segueing to screeches of agony.
Panel 20
TEXT: Then, silence. Wolf reverting to human. Claws to long-nailed female fingers.
ART: Stone's mangled body lies on the street
Panel 21
ART: Maureen walks down the street away from us
DIALOGUE: Maureen - "Bastard! This is MY hunting territory..."
- END -
A World War II Memoir by Frank Woodhead
Edited by Michael Woodhead
From the villages of Lancashire and East Yorkshire to the jungles of India and Burma, Frank Woodhead relates an assortment of anecdotes, memories, personal thoughts, and observations during his time as a firefighter before World War II, and his six year stint as a medical orderly with the 99th Royal Buckinghamshire Yeomanry Field Regiment.
Oftentimes poignant, humorous, and candid, Frank reveals much of what went on 'behind the scenes' on the fields of battle, and how serendipity frequently helped him get through some of the worst times of the war.
A One-Act Gothic Tragedy
[A New English Translation of Oscar Wilde's French Play]
Lusting after his stepdaughter, Salome, King Herod demands that she dance for him. After refusing to do so several times, she finally relents, but the dance comes with a deadly price. The play lays bare the greed and unnatural desires of Man as manifested through various characters.
An Action-Adventure Screenplay
This time, they took the wrong woman...
...because this one fights back!
When a deranged scientist abducts bodybuilder, Stormie Magnusson, and subjects her to a series of psychotronically-induced experiments, she escapes and plans revenge. In a short while, she assembles a group of friends she knew years earlier and, together, they form a forceful platoon determined to bring the scientist to justice, one way or another. They are the—
In the very near future, conflicts wage against a man and woman who want to better the world through marvelous inventions, and those who want to control it.
In the East and West, governments erected massive domed cities to shelter those who are unable to protect themselves from harmful atmospheric elements.
Yet even within these safe havens, rivalries threaten peaceful existence; military police impose curfews ruthlessly; and secret organizations fight to liberate the oppressed.
Parts of northern Canada have become wastelands overcome by deadly smog and marauding bands of scavengers.
This is the fractured Canadian dominion in the world and time of—
A Musical Fantasy in Two Acts
Five adults find themselves stranded on an island inhabited by two factions of teenagers—the Children and the Mist-Men. The leader of the former wants everyone to live peacefully, while the leader of the latter wants to be Master of everyone. The adults soon learn the mysterious Past of both groups and become involved in the struggle to understand love and forgiveness. For the Children are not what they first seem to be...
Time: Approx. 120 minutes
2 Acts, 11 Scenes
12 female teens
4 female adults
10 male teens
2 male adults
Buy Island of Children
The First Scroll From the Scrolls of Solomon Magus
The Life & Times of a Wizard from Vasuda
Shipwrecked and orphaned as a boy on the island of Ithamar, Solomon the Strange becomes apprenticed to a sorceress named Narmada Magus.
Over the next several years, she teaches him not only the arts of magic, but also the arts of love.
As a young man, Solomon leaves the island and experiences a variety of supernatural and amorous adventures in his quest to understand the world of Vasuda and its peoples in—
Why is he the way he is?
As he grows up, intersexed Tristan Mallory tries to understand his feelings,
his emotions, his body, and his life. What cruel twist of Fate has made him
this way? What kind of intimate, personal, or social relationships can he ever
hope to cultivate when people don’t understand what he’s going through?
His childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood all influence the molding of
his personality and the way he manifests his inner frustrations and creativity,
all leading to his ultimate decision in—
A RAIN OF SORROWS
The Tragedy of a Tortured Soul
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)