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Crossley Endeavors – Media . The Word

There is an old expression; “A picture is worth a thousand words”. We won’t argue with that, but will simply note the expression was conveyed in words. Sometimes, that’s whats needed. Here you will find words as stories, poems, scripts, or thoughts.

Princess Negeyosel & The Staff of Elenora

The story of an orphan's destiny.

Zoe always knew

that her sheltered life at the orphanage hid something bigger about her, but she didn't expect a persnicket to change everything!

Here’s something I bet you would never figure out without an explanation. If you were to take all my grandchildren (at the time I made the title of this story) and line them up in order from oldest to youngest, and then take the letter from their name that corresponds to the letters position in the title of the story, looping back to the start of their name if it is shorter than the position requires, guess what you would have? Negeyosel (prounounced Neg Ah Yoe Sell). Ya. True fact.

This is a work in progress, that can be followed here on the site by visiting Aveena. It’s about a young girl named Zoe that has a feeling she doesn’t belong to this world. When a persnicket finally breaks through the communication barrier, Zoe finds her true home, and her true purpose.

 
 

These 3 titles are available on Amazon.

Zombody to Love, the story of a soulless hitman learning to become human as the world becomes zombies, has been professionally recorded and made available on Audible.com. Both the others, quite short, can be purchased in paperback and/or eBook from Amazon.com, or listened to here on the turntable.

ZomBody to Love

Tapper was a hero before an IED left a bit of shrapnel in his head. Then he was an enforcer for a drug kingpin. Then he accidentally started a zombie epidemic. Now, he's falling in love.

Available in paperback on Amazon. Soon to be available in audio form. Well, maybe not soon, but eventually.

Albatross Alphabet

Riley loved the alphabet even more than numbers. This story was the result of one of our daily grandpa play times. The ebook version on amazon has special features not available in the paperback. Many of the illustrations are by Riley's mom, my only talented daughter.

When Albert grows tired of fishing all day, he decides it's time for an adventure! The result is a lot of strange new friends.

Shemnock Helms returns!

Shemnock Helms and his partner, Dentist Botsun, were created as a spoof and originally appeared in a radio version zombie mystery, available for your enjoyment on our turntable.

Now famous, if only in his own mind, he takes on "The curious case of the Odditot family" and their rumored cannibalism, available as an eBook and paperback on Amazon.

Movie scripts from multiple genres.

These scripts were all written by Richard C. Crossley and are copyright. Some are better than others, but the opinions on which vary from person to person, as they should. With all due modesty, the writing student may learn much in regard to structure and craft, even if you don’t like the stories.

We are happy to share these scripts with you for review. Please remember these are copyrighted and any usage requires you to obtain written permission from Richard C. Crossley, who retains all rights.

Most, if not all of these scripts have been re-written, some quite a few times. The copies available here represent the first versions that were originally published for peer review. There are a few screenplays that are not available for reading because they were written on contract and public viewing is not permitted.

This work is Copyright @Richard C. Crossley 2012 and All Rights Reserved.

Anyone with an interest in using this script for any purpose may contact the author via feedback to this site. No usage or reproduction in any form or manner is allowed without written authorization.

Maniacal_0912

This work is Copyright @Richard C. Crossley 2012 and All Rights Reserved.

Anyone with an interest in using this script for any purpose may contact the author via feedback to this site. No usage or reproduction in any form or manner is allowed without written authorization.

The Title page for Binary Games is blank only because it was written as a short, to be included in a collection that involved a dozen different Trigger Street writers. This specific work, like all works on this site, is copyrighted and rights reserved as expressed.

BINARY GAMES – GAPOZ

This work is Copyright @Richard C. Crossley 2012 and All Rights Reserved.

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Blinker_0912

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Goad_0912

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Boon Town_0912

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Cobbers Survivors_0912

This work is Copyright @Richard C. Crossley 2012 and All Rights Reserved.

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Soul Diner_0912

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Tapper – A Zombie love story_0912

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gravedigger_0912

Soul Diner

The hardest, and I think, best story I have to tell, Soul Diner is not a holocaust story per se, but Jacob Levine survived it and it played an integral part in shaping his life.

Many years later Jacob still suffers the same fears, though he is now the only real tormentor in his life.

Two coming of age teens, both at their own crossroads, come into the old mans life, and none of them will ever be the same again.

I wrote this originally as a screenplay and am currently expanding it into a novel.

An outdated excerpt appears below.

FROM SOUL DINER

It would be hard to sleep on the floor of the malodorous cattle car under the best conditions. For Jacob, now 13, on that dark and chilly night, it had seemed impossible. He was pinned against the rough wooden planks by the mass of humanity and the cold air numbed his backside. There was nothing for it; no room to move for any of the men, women, and children packed into the railcar like stacked wood, but if he was in the center, he would at least have shared the warmth of others on all sides.

He didn’t resent them. He was young, and better able to cope with the conditions than the elderly. Besides, it could be worse. Many were forced to sleep standing, as there was little alternative. The floor was two deep, three in some places. Arms and legs stuck out at odd angles. It looked almost as if the bodies had simply been thrown in the car, a heaving mass that desperately desired comfort and warmth. Only their heads stayed consistently above the surface of the human massif.

Somehow, Jacob did sleep. He woke with the rising sun cutting a narrow band across his face, through the slats of the railway car. It felt deliciously warm, and he lay there savoring it, the clickety clack of the wheels along the rails singing sweet lies to obfuscate the frightening reality.

He slowly realized the chorus included the moans and prayers of his fellow travelers, and he struggled to his feet. The morning light snaked through the alternating wooden planks and illuminated the weary and frightened cargo. Young clung to old. Jacob, an oddity in the weary looking group, with his fair hair and bright blue eyes, was buffeted by older bearded men at his side. The yellow Star of David on their shabby coats stood in stark contrast to the grey despair in their eyes.

One painful plea rose above the others and Jacob was drawn to it. He wormed his way through the intertwined bodies to its source. A pregnant woman, blood beginning to pool between her legs on the filthy wooden floorboards where she sat sobbing, wracked with painful spasms. Those nearest, as if touched by an unseen force, pressed away as Jacob approached.

He knelt beside the young woman and drew her eyes to his. He appeared unexpectedly much older than his scant years. He took her hand in one of his, and placed his other gently upon her swollen belly. The Woman gasped in surprise and relief. Her cries stopped. Jacob, his breath rapidly labored, gritted his teeth in silent suffering.

The young woman stared at him, eyes wide in wonder. She raised her hands to Jacob’s face and caressed his cheek as if he was an angel she needed to touch to prove.

The train abruptly slowed, and Jacob shielded her as the crowd shifted. Coming quickly to a halt, there was at once an increased babble of voices, inside and out; those within in tremulous anticipation, outside, the confident and authoritative commands of the German SS.
High pressure water hoses suddenly pummeled the car, the blast against the wooden planks a deafening roar. Water sprayed through the two small glassless windows cut near the roofline, and crashed through the cracks with the sunlight, creating innumerable tiny rainbows. Some recoiled in frightened surprise, while most opened their mouths, extended their hands, and scrambled to capture what little water they could claim.

Gone as suddenly as it began, the involuntary passengers jostled for position as the car picked up speed. Later, in the darkness of another night, the plaintive cries of a newborn rent the silence.
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