MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A SCREENPLAY 'CHANGE OF HEART'

Apologies for any amateur mistakes.

Enjoy!

Friday Jul 7 @ 11:54pm
Friday Jul 7 @ 11:23pm
If you have some time on your hands could you please click here and review the first chapter of my Offspring fanfiction? Would be greatly appreciated!
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  2. Under the ‘My Stories’ tab click on Not as Planned
  3. Scroll down to the bottom of the page to write a review.

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Thank you in advance. Enjoy! (:

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 06:27am
This photo that one of the Offspring writers Michael Lucas has taken has inspired me. Expect another story here soon! (:
SOURCE: Michael Lucas’ instagram http://instagram.com/p/l-ra43GhS3/

This photo that one of the Offspring writers Michael Lucas has taken has inspired me. Expect another story here soon! (:

SOURCE: Michael Lucas’ instagram http://instagram.com/p/l-ra43GhS3/

Sunday Mar 3 @ 12:11am
My first attempt at fantasy and children’s fiction | Little Wonders

Unlike most other seven year old children Lulu wasn’t afraid of being alone. In actual fact she quite enjoyed it as it always gave her the opportunity to escape into her own little world. Living a couple of blocks down from the Daintree rainforest had it’s advantages — it seemed like the perfect place to let her imagination run wild.

Saying young Lulu was a troublemaker would be an understatement. One night the cheeky girl had climbed out of her bedroom window — still in her pajamas — ready to fend for herself. She was extremely keen to discover the over-sized fairy garden.

The fact that it was cold and dark didn’t seem to phase her one iota. She knew this was the time when the fairies came out to play.

Despite walking for nearly half an hour and not spotting one figure of interest, Lulu didn’t give up hope. As she continued walking through the rainforest in her soft purple slippers, she didn’t seem to notice the subtle crackle of thick canopy and brittle twigs beneath her feet. She was too focused.

Just when she thought she should begin to make her way back home she began to hear a tiny voice call out from behind her. ‘Hello there friend.’ With a large smile Lulu instantly turned to look over her shoulder. However there was nothing to see besides dense rainforest. Confused she spoke back. ‘Hello? Is there anybody there? I can’t see you.’

‘Put your hand out. I’ll come down to you.’

Lulu didn’t seem the slightest bit hesitant. Instantly, she put her palm out flat; overly excited to meet one of the many residents within the rainforest. While she was waiting she looked up into the night sky that seemed to be somewhat lit by the full moon. As she began gazing at the stars she began to notice a yellow glow lowering themselves down to her. This was it. As they landed on Lulu’s palm she let out a soft giggle. ‘That tickles!’

‘Oh, sorry about that.’

Lulu wasn’t bothered, she was too in awe of what she saw in front of her. She lent forward to get a better look at what was on her hand. She couldn’t believe the  fairy she was holding was so tiny.

It didn’t take long for the newly made friends to get to know one another. Stella seemed like a lovely fairy, always more than happy chat and meet new people.

‘Would you like to see our home?’ Stella asked as she gently fluttered her wings.

Was that a rhetorical question? Lulu jumped at the chance. ‘Yes please!’

‘Follow me Miss Lulu.’

After a short walk the two of them were looking directly at a waterfall. Apart from it being quite beautiful Lulu was relatively puzzled by what she saw. How was it that fairies were living in water?

‘We’re here.’ Stella stated proudly as she began to head towards the mountain of flowing water.

Just as Lulu thought, aqua fairies. ‘How do you all survive underwater?’ she asked curiously, making Stella laugh, stopping her in her tracks.

Stella turned back around. ‘We don’t, we live behind it, in a large cave.’ 

‘Oh.’ Lulu smiled. ‘I’d love to see it … but I can’t fly.’  The look on her face was soon transformed into a state of sorrow.

‘Don’t worry, there’s no need to fly. You’ll just get a bit wet.’

Using Stella’s glow, Lulu was soon able to make out the rough formation of rocks that were able to be climbed on. From then onwards, she demonstrated great determination to be able to get into the cave, and considering the circumstances of it being dark and slippery; for only seven years of age, she was faring remarkably well.   

Once in the cave Lulu seemed completely blown away by what she saw, she soon screamed at the top of her lungs. The fairies within the vicinity of her then flinched by the act, as it sent shivers down their spine.

‘Wow! This is so exciting!’ Lulu exclaimed as she attempted to dry herself off.

Without saying another word she began to take herself on a tour, absorbing the atmosphere as best she could along the way. She couldn’t believe how many fairies lived there, not to mention all the diverse colours each of them gave out. Orange, blue, purple, green … like a room filled with disco lights. However, what really caught Lulu’s fancy were some original fairy lights that were scattered across the rock walls of the entire cave. Considering the millions of fairies that resided in the secluded section of the Daintree, the cave needed to be of massive scale, having many channels run off it — regardless of how small it’s residents were. Despite all this, what topped it all off was the constant, subtle sound of the waterfall out front.         

Lulu’s perfect fantasy — made real.

© Jess Patricia 2014

Thursday Mar 3 @ 10:54pm
A writer is never just looking out a window or staring into space. They are building a universe to share with the world. GJ Walker-Smith’s Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=288224641327277&set=a.162691383880604.36837.162684557214620&type=1&theater Saturday Feb 2 @ 03:00am
Writing from different perspectives | Desperate Measures
Mita, a single mother and her five month old daughter recently moved from India in search for a better life. For them, Australia seemed like a good place to start over. The instant her baby girl was born she knew what to call her; it was not a hard decision. Mita couldn’t believe how beautiful her daughter’s eyes were. Therefore, her name was Nina – meaning lovely eyed – from day one.

Mita never realised how hard it would be trying to raise a young girl on her own and without a job or hardly any money. She had spent the last of it renting a low status flat in Melbourne. Through the two of them didn’t live in complete luxury, there was enough money to keep the both of them afloat. Just. Nina would be tagged along by her mother in a carrier to the city, where Mita would receive ten dollars, at most, from the general public for a days work. How did she get this money? Through busking. It wasn’t much, but the one thing Mita was good at was singing. Minus the microphone and speakers of course.

It wasn’t before long that the busking failed and the both of them became extremely unhealthy. Nina wasn’t getting the nutrition she needed; therefore becoming underweight and a check up at the doctors was out of the question. If that wasn’t bad enough, it ended up getting to the point where Nina had developed some type of infection. Mita knew she had to do something for her little girl. The problem was she was now completely broke and only had a two dollar coin left in her pocket. How was she meant to buy some much needed medication for her daughter? Mita took one last look at Nina before running out of the apartment in panic. So far she had already broken one law by leaving her sick five month old home alone. Was she now going to commit another crime by stealing if it meant it would save a life?

Person 1: Mita

As I entered the pharmacy I could clearly see that they were busy. Maybe this could work. I waited at the side of the entrance until someone became free to help. After waiting around twenty minutes a pharmacist became available and I began explaining my situation to him. He believed, based on the symptoms I had described, that Nina had whooping cough. He then pointed to the right antibiotics. This was okay everything was going to plan. Then I was suddenly caught off guard. ‘So where is your daughter now? I can’t prescribe anything to you without seeing her first. Oh, and who’s your doctor?’

I wasn’t expecting all these questions, and to have any chance whatsoever of getting myself out of this pickle I had to think of what to say, fast. ‘ … My, my husband is taking care of her.’ Great. Now I just lied. This is not going well. Should I bail before I get myself into more trouble? But … Nina. ‘And it’s my doctor’s day off.’ This was lame. But will he go for it?

‘Look, I understand, but I’m not authorised to give you these drugs without at least a doctor’s prescription.’

Gosh, I thought trying to buy it would be the hard part. I had no idea about this.

‘What if I told you that I think I’m showing symptoms?’

‘I’m sorry but we’d still have the same issue.’

It then got to the point where I began to plead. I had tried everything. The true and the false.  

‘Please sir, the truth is, I don’t have a doctor and my daughter would die without the medication, right? She’s only five months!’ I could feel my eyes start to become all watery. ‘Please sir, I’m begging you!’

As I am now collapsed on the floor, I slowly look up and see that he’s thinking about it. He then began to walk behind the counter and started to fill out what looked like a prescription. My face instantly lights up. He’s going through with it.

‘I’ll let you take them if you make sure that you only give the dosage that is written on this form. Oh and if she doesn’t improve within a week or two rush her to a hospital.’

I was practically speechless; this man had just signed a form to save Nina’s life. As the pharmacist grabbed some erythromycin off the shelf, I was too thrilled to be prepared to hear the words that followed. ‘That comes to $60 thank you.’

I felt like screaming. I was so close, yet so far. I began to look through my empty purse and as I did so, the pharmacist began talking to a colleague standing beside him. This was my chance. But I had gained this man’s trust … As discreetly as I could, I placed my two dollar coin on the counter, snatched the medicine, hid it in my coat and ran as fast as I could out of there. The further away I got from the pharmacy, the more nauseous I felt. I couldn’t believe what I had just done.

I was only ten or so meters away from my apartment building when I saw a policewoman start heading my way at a quick pace. The fact that I stole something wasn’t even the worst part. What was I going to say about Nina?

Person 2: Policewoman

My intention was to grab her from behind, push her off her feet and cuff her straight away, but to my surprise she began to head towards me. This is when I began to notice the guilt that was written across her face. Something was a miss. Since when do running offenders willingly give themselves up? This move by the woman made me want to hear her side of the story. Maybe she had a valid reason for doing what she did. Seriously? What on earth was I thinking? Just arrest her for goodness sake!

The next thing I know the offender is holding her arms out in front of her with her wrists together. Well at least she knew what she was up for. ‘No, no, it’s okay, I just want to have a chat with you first.’ We ended up having quite a conversation but by the end of it she was in tears. At least I could now call her by her name, Mita. She had definitely placed herself in a difficult situation. Despite her wrong doing, I actually felt for her. ‘Look I’m sorry about this Mita but I am going to have to arrest you and take you to the station for questioning.’ I was surprised by how well she accepted that fact until she suddenly realized something and became extremely reluctant to get in the car. ‘I’m sorry I can’t do this, Nina!’

I replied back confused. ‘Is that your daughter? I’m sure she’s fine. The owner of the pharmacy said your husband was looking after her.’

Mita’s face displayed great frustration. ‘My husband passed away seven months ago.’ She began to stutter. ‘Nina’s, Nina’s home … alone.’

Did I hear that correctly? A five month old baby has been left unattended for over two hours?

‘I would have brought her with me but she’s really sick, and I don’t have the money to put her into care.’

The evidence presented just kept getting better and better. That’s now two crimes to Mita’s name. How was she meant to pay these fines? I was completely stumped on what to do next so I radioed for backup. While I waited for the others to arrive I came up with a potential solution and presented it to Mita. I explained I had called for a second opinion and a helping hand. My partner arrived  ten minutes after the call was dispatched and took Mita to the station. It was now my job to take Nina to the hospital to get checked over and treated.  

Once I was in Mita’s flat it was awfully quiet. I couldn’t hear one cry from Nina. This was not a good sign. I soon found her lying on the cold concrete floor, sleeping. Or so I’d hoped. The first thing I did before anything else was check for a pulse. It was faint, but there was one there. I gently picked her up as another one of my colleagues entered the apartment. They weren’t far behind and stayed back to help. They drove to the hospital while I cradled Nina in my arms in the back seat.

My next mission was to return the erythromycin back to its rightful owner.

Person 3: Pharmacist

It was coming close to the end of my shift and the pharmacy was now practically empty. There were only two or so customers roaming around. As today was so busy I hadn’t had a chance to have a lunch break and therefore hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning. The lack of food began to show it’s effects and I felt like I wanted to collapse. Luckily, there was an empty storage container behind me. I tripped it on its head and slowly lowered myself down and sat on it. Hopefully it wasn’t going to give way. I then placed my head in both hands and recalled the event that unfolded today. That woman seemed genuine. How did I allow it to get so out of hand?

‘I believe this belongs to you.’

This women’s voice suddenly caught my attention. Was it the cop handing back the stolen erythromycin? I sprung back on my feet. That it was. The bottle was unopened too. Even better. As my colleague gladly accepted the medication off the officer she looked at me and smiled. ‘Where’d you come from?’

I didn’t answer.

‘Would you mind coming with me to make a statement?’

‘Ah … sure.’ I didn’t want to do this; I just wanted a date with my bed. Fortunately I was able to shut up shop, as it was now closing time.

Does this women realise what the time is? I have now been at the station for over an hour. I might as well in been custody myself. What rubbish! Instead of asking me all these questions like I am the one who has to be interrogated, why don’t you just give me a bloody piece of paper so I can write down what happened, be done with it and go home?     

Today of all days we were understaffed and extremely busy. It was quite a challenge having to serve many people at the one time but I dealt with it. What I didn’t deal with well was this one woman that I served who wanted some antibiotics for her young daughter who had what sounded like whooping cough.

Her story was relatively convincing, I had no idea I would end up having to call the cops reporting a shoplifter. I feel extremely cheated. I broke protocol for this woman, and what do I get in return?

I feel angry, like this is all my fault. I should have just told her that what she was asking for wasn’t possible. I felt sorry for her and therefore over stepped a line. Maybe she didn’t have a sick child at all; maybe she was just a con artist wanting the drugs. I’m unsure …

At least the medication was returned, that’s the main thing. 

© Jess Patricia 2013

Sunday Dec 12 @ 02:01am
Too Good to Be True | A dream I had on the morning of 21st June 2012
‘Jess?’

It had come my turn to try and prove myself. Prove that I was capable of showing people that I could act. For the first part of my audition I was asked to do a series of expressions that would apply to Asher Keddie’s character Nina Proudman.

Out of all people that could have been judging me it had to be Lachy Hulme. Yes, the actor who portrays Martin Clegg – the strangest character of them all.

I could tell I wasn’t doing too well as Lachy hardly said a word the whole time I was demonstrating my portrayal. Plus his face was emotionless. That was when I knew I had blown my once in a lifetime opportunity and failed miserably. I was clearly not the right material to be a guest star on the hit Aussie drama series Offspring. He didn’t have to tell me, I already knew the outcome. Right before I left to let the next person audition Lachy stopped me at the door. ‘Have you had any acting experience at all?’

I shook my head, ‘No.’

‘Maybe come back another time when you’ve had a few years of experience.’

It totally makes you feel better when you not only think you’ve bad, but then you’re told you are! Who was I kidding? Me, acting? Pfft! I knew I’d be turned down, so why did I put myself through all that for nothing?

‘The rest of the people queued behind you have had some sort of training.’ Lachy added. ‘I’m sure that if this is what you really want to do then you’ll get there. You just have to be patient.’

The next thing I know I’m on set playing alongside Asher Keddie. My wish of being a guest star had somehow come to reality. I was almost certain I would be rejected. What a pleasant surprise!

It felt surreal being on the third floor of St Francis Hospital in the ‘Robson Wing’. The blue and orange theme of the ward was just another aspect that reminded me I really was on the set of Offspring.

The fact that I couldn’t spot one camera was confusing. Wasn’t this eventually going to be aired on television?

Between takes Asher and I were clowning around on set. At one point we ran down one of the many corridors as we were roaming franticly around the practically deserted ward trying not to be seen by Asher’s on-screen partner Matt Le Nevez.

After a long day shooting Asher, Matt and I were all exhausted. However, we attended a presentation and spent our evening in a nearby library. The lighting was minimal as there was only natural light and a section that was dimmed out the front. Despite this, I soon came to the conclusion that the room had been rearranged. Some of the bookcases were taken out, replaced with many small round tables. Many people were already sitting there waiting for Asher to present her speech. Just prior to her talk Asher asked, ‘Did you enjoy working on set?’

I turned around and answered with no words, but instead a rather large nod and a big smile. I felt privileged to have had the chance to work with and be part of such a talented cast.

‘These last three weeks have been ones to remember. Jess has been a great addition to our team and she will be missed. She’s an incredible actress that has much potential. I’m proud to say she’s like my mini me.’ Asher finished her opening lines.

Being given a second chance and then finding out you’ve thrived was the best feeling.

‘Jess has been lovely to be around and she has a great sense of humor. Always laughing off her mistakes. It’s been great fun.’ Asher continued.

I felt so honored. If someone like Asher Keddie was complimenting me, then I must be good at something.

© Jess Patricia 2013

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