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Another short script (2 minute) from my shelves, originally written for an entry into ‘Tropfest” in 2009.  NOTE:  The standard script format is altered to allow for easier reading on screens. 


DANIEL is sprawled on the couch watching motor racing on TV with the SOUND FULL BLAST.  Beer cans and pizza boxes litter the coffee table.

His mate MAL strolls in and shouts above the noise.

MAL : What’s happening?

DANIEL signals hello without taking his eyes off the screen,  reaches over to grab a beer from the six-pack.  Hands it to MAL, without looking.

MAL now sprawls on the couch and fixes his eyes on the screen.

The two mates sit engrossed in the motor racing and the deafening sound of engines.

Suddenly DANIEL sits up.

DANIEL : Fuck this!

DANIEL reaches over the arm of the chair next to him and picks up two WII game consoles.

DANIEL looks over at MAL with a challenge in his eye as he hands one WII console over to MAL and grabs the remote controls to switch the program over.

The noise starts again, DANIEL and MAL ‘drive’ the game cars around the screen race track with the sound up FULL.

They continue to play the game but less enthusiastically.

MAL : Fuck this!

MAL stands up and chucks his WII console down onto the couch.

MAL takes his keys out of his pocket and holds them in front of DANIEL’S face, challenging him.

DANIEL : Fuck yeah!

DANIEL throws down his console and grabs another set of keys, waving them at MAL.

MAL and DANIEL race out the door.


At the front door, as they exit, DANIEL grabs MAL to stop him running to his car.

DANIEL makes MAL stand behind an invisible line and wait for ‘Go’.

MAL : Yer woos!

DANIEL : It’s gotta be fair.

DANIEL holds up his keys and indicates for MAL to do the same but before they can race to their cars, he notices he has the wrong keys and turns to run back inside the house.

MAL : Who’s the woos now?

DANIEL runs back outside with a different set of keys and stands on the imaginary line.

DANIEL : OK – now!

DANIEL and MAL race to their cars and DANIEL signals to stop MAL before he can jump in and take off.

DANIEL is getting impatient.

MAL : Wait – we gotta line the cars up equal.


DANIEL waits while MAL drives his car into ‘poll’ position in the street and DANIEL drives his car up next to the other.

MAL and DANIEL both get out of their cars and leave the engines running to walk back to the imaginary starting line.

DANIEL : Now I’ll dice ya!

Moments later they both run and jump into their cars and with their tires burning on the road, tear off down the street to disappear in a cloud of rubber.


The two friends stand in stunned silence staring up the road as the smoke clears.


“DICE”  A very short film  By  Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009


#SCRIPT:Dice  #Screenwriting  #FrancesMacaulayForde #ShortFilmScript

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I have drowned my soul In the music of this land, The Woods, the shores, the hills, Until I have forgotten how to live Anywhere else. The tossing of the sea, The stillness of sand in silver turmoil, The storm-beaten trees bent in prayer… But it is a life worth living If your soul is […]

via Poetry of Home — The Paths of the Spirit

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POEM: Performance


‘It’s a Prairie Tale’ – NETG, 1993.



Dank, dusty, sweat-smells in the soft blue light.

Rope, sandbags, tape-marks glow.

Scene-stays, props on table in regimental order.

Act 1,2,3.


Black on white ‘Silence for Performance’.

Soft sneakers pressed gently in front of each other.

Movements slow – considered care.

Audience clapping.

Murmur as Curtains Close

Act 1.


Audrey rushes off-stage, clattering

– chattering to her waiting beau,

loudly declaring her excitement

at first performance.


Two fingers to mouth for silence ignored.

Quick, frustrated grab in the once-again dim light.

Hand wraps around wooden grip of silence

sign banged impatiently against thigh.

Hushed stumble down to dressing dungeons.


Annoyed – door locked – can’t knock – too loud.

Scratch a little – reign in – wait with rebuke ready.

Click (unlock) creak open. Not welcome.

Insist. Force sign through crack ‘Quiet’.


Race back upstairs, heart pumping

– missed the Curtain Open Act 2.


Act 3. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.  Heels approach uncaring,

echoing through wooden stairs and stage floor.  Audrey!


Mouth opens, frustration bites hard and I scream “QUIET!”

Shattering the cast onstage into obedience.

Even the audience waits in breath-held awe

for the next development.


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001

#POEM:Performance  #FrancesMacaulayForde  #NewEndeavourTheatreGroup   #1stTimeOnStage  #Backstage




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Above the valley Clouds gently touch mountain peaks; Nature’s majesty Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #280 Valley & Peak ©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved Image by Pexels from Pixabay

via On Mountains & Sky – #Haiku – #RonovanWrites — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Help us continue to cover more Australian films by making a donation to Cinema Australia below. Capricorn Film Festival launches tonight! The very popular Central Queensland film festival will kick off celebrations with a screening of New Zealand drama, Bellbird. “We’re excited, opening night is finally here and we start it off with such a fantastic movie,” […]

via Capricorn Film Festival kicks off today! — Cinema Australia

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BOOK: Exploring Possibilities

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In my study – before you. 2002

Another possible entry in my work in progress:  Exploring Possibilities . Notes written sitting by the lake on ECU’s campus after meeting a lady from South Africa.  My man was born in South Africa but grew up in Central Africa where we originally fell in love.  28 years later he was living in Ireland and I was in Oz when we met again, on-line.   

Lakeside on Campus -Saturday 6th April 2002

I’m sitting here, next to the lake listening to the Magpie’s talk, the Wood Ducks peep and the fountains filter their water.

Three tourists walked by and were obviously looking for something. So I said, “The kangaroos are over there (pointing) behind Cowan House, lying around in the shade.”

Well, this lovely lady replied.  “Oh thank you!” in a broad South African accent.  Small world hey?  She and her husband Gordon have “…just arrived this morning at 5am from Jo’berg for 5 days.  He and Peter have been friends since grade 5 and we’re going out to dinner tonight.” 

She can’t believe how clean it all is… 

Anyway, they’re having a good look at our ‘lawn mowers’, who aren’t actually doing much.  Just lying back, torsos twisted, scratching their bellies. Totally unconcerned, even though they are wild and these tourists are just a couple of yards from them.

I’m obviously early for the poetry workshop. My watch has stopped again – it needs a service (another thing on my long list!). 

I wonder what we’ll tackle this afternoon.  I have no idea of today’s subject – haven’t been for while – too distracted by you!!!! 

Hope you’re having a lovely day – I’m being good and giving you space (in the nicest possible way).  I hope it’s helping.

This is the first entry into my new notebook – the red (for passion) one with a teddy bear playing guitar on the front!

I’ve also got my two passports with me and I though I’d scan the pictures for you – just for a laugh. One was taken when I was 15 (British passport) and the other when I was 40 for the Bali trip. (Haven’t done it yet though.)

Hmmmmmmmm – poetry – erotic poetry – I wonder if I can do it?  First drafts only…

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002


#BOOK:ExploringPossibilities  #PROSE:LakesideOnCampus

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I love the Eric Bibb version best. Thanks for reminding me of all those songs I learnt at convent school. Wow – another amazing blast from the past. Thanks, Thom.

Continuing the celebration of The Jukebox’s first year a Post that I am especially fond of for the artists featured and the memories it evoked of my own childhood. I hope it will resonate with you! Four takes on, ‘Michael Row The Boat Ashore’ ‘… They were tones, loud, long and deep, breathing the prayer […]

via Pete Seeger, Eric Bibb, Johnny Rivers & Harry Belafonte : An Archangel, A Sacred River, A Spiritual & The Folk Process! — The Immortal Jukebox

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