Friends

Red’s plan worked. Gullible Wolf kills Granny. Unwitting boyfriend, Woodsman, kills Wolf. Clearing the path to Granny’s fortune. Red kissed Woodsman, kicked Wolf’s body to be sure, oblivious that eyes were peering in on them both. For Wolf told his friends where he was going. The whole pack of them.

Secret Mission

‘Okay, Dr Diabolos, how did you know I was here?’ ‘My dear Agent Zed, never update your whereabouts on Facebook stating you are on a secret mission.’ Dropping Agent Zed into the shark pit, Dr Diabolos sighed with the knowledge that they did not make agents like they used to.

That’s Twittertainment!

It has been a long time since I have written something up on this blog, though it isn’t to say that I haven’t been writing. Since the beginning of August, I have been active on my Twitter account more than I do. I tend to use my Twitter account for following events and news items…

I Fear Myself for Being Fearless

The question being asked in today’s daily prompt is what it would be like never to fear. As I said, I would fear myself if I was always fearless. Sure, my life would seem adventurous at first – taking more chances in life and not worrying about the consequences. Running, jumping, climbing and leaping without…

Day Eight – Facing up to inconvenient truths

I am up early because I need to write this. I thought my visit to the film festival would be a jolly one. Little did I realise I was about to be presented with something that I had lost within myself. The day looked innocent enough beginning with one of my favourite films on the…

Day One – Let Us Prey

Dear Reader, England played. Liam Cunningham preyed. All under the warmth of the day. Brian O’Malley debut film Let Us Prey takes us to Inveree where Liam Cunningham pays a visit in a hundred and thirty five year old jacket. Using atmospheric shots to build up suspense, keeping the shots contained the viewer can get the tension…

Day One – Finding Vivian Maier

The Filmhouse Recommends. Step out from a meeting and walk through Princes Street, plan for one film, it was later in the evening. Plans change. I arrive, shirt drenched in sweat. Too long until my film. Must find something. It was recommended on Facebook. Finding Vivian Maier I knew nothing of Vivian Maier other than…