The Pirate Bride
A swashbuckling romantic comedy for the stage. Published and Licensed by Eldridge Plays and Musicals
While evading her wedding and overbearing fiancé, Lizette de Champlay, a headstrong French woman, leads her ladies to a British merchant ship. Once aboard, the ladies upset the sailors and their disciplined captain, Roger Thornwood, convincing him to hunt for treasure on an island home to a fierce band of female pirates. As Roger and Lizette begin to fall for each other, Lizette’s fiancé and her father follow them to the island, only to be captured by the pirates. What follows are battles of the heart and sword as everyone searches for their treasure.
Wynn and the Dream Pirates
YA Fantasy novel in progress
Your dreams are a treasure—literally. They appear in the Dream World, a realm that holds the mysteries of imagination and boundless possibilities. This is the Dream World that Wynn, an artistic and geeky high schooler enters after finding a talisman in her mother’s antique sofa. She crosses fully into the Dream World where she is picked up by a crew of guardians led by Captain Jonah of the R.E.M. Sleep. For some reason, Wynn finds herself pulled into the Dream World for longer and longer visits, making it harder for her to cross back to the Waking World. She is hunted by Faceless, a band of zombie-like creatures and is haunted by memories of the father that abandoned her and her mother when she was young. But Wynn has powers. She can bend the Dream World to her will. Can she fix the growing rift between our worlds or will she be forever trapped in a waking nightmare?
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It was that moment when you realize you’re in a dream; the surreal cognizance that lets you see yourself from the outside. Dropping through the clouds with wind buzzing around her tumbling body, Wynn gasped. But this was a dream, so she wouldn’t crash and die—or if she did, she’d wake up. Right?
Thoughts flew through her mind as fast as the ground was coming to meet her. A sandy beach with sparkling blue water lapping the uneven edges grew closer with each second.
As she began to flail and careen toward the shore, her body slowed and stopped, hovering just above the sand face down until she fell with a soft thud.
“Ptew!” She stood up and spit the grit out of her mouth. Wynn continued to brush the particles off her face, hair, hands, jeans, and t-shirt (Thank God she wasn’t naked!).
She stood up and turned away from the water. Palm trees and tropical overgrowth signaled your typical dessert island. Maybe she could harness some sea turtles Jack Sparrow style and get home.
Wynn walked toward the shade of a palm. “Ouch!” She looked down and found a jeweled crown underfoot, its gem-encrusted tips just sticking out of the sand. She grasped the warm metal and pulled it free. Brushing away the sand, Wynn laughed and put the gleaming crown on her head. “If this is my dream, then I get to be a princess.”
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask that you put that crown back on the beach.”
Wynn whirled around. Emerging from the palms of the inner island was a young man with a sword pointed at her. His outfit suggested pirate; swashbuckling boots that folded over at the top, several leather belts to hold sword, pistol, knife, etc…, puffy white shirt with fraying and discolored edges and one of those long vesty-tunic things with too many buttons to count. To top it off, he wore a chocolate colored tricorn hat with bits of tawny brown hair sticking out from underneath.
Wynn pulled the crown off her head, batting down a few loose strands of hair as she held it up in one hand and made a show of putting it down on the sand. Her foot brushed another piece of treasure and she curled her toes around it.
“Okay, no problem. I didn’t know it was already part of your pirate horde. I surrender.”
“I think you’ve forgotten. This is not my horde or anyone’s. The treasure belongs to the island.”
“How can I forget something I never knew?”
“The fact that you’re on this island tells me you have intentions of stealing treasure. Empty your pockets.” He gestured to her pants with his sword.
“There’s nothing in my pockets.”
“I’ll see you empty them just the same to make sure.”
“Wait, you’re the pirate here!” Wynn crossed her arms in frustration. The man pointed his sword closer to her neck.
“If you’re going to be trouble, then you’re coming with me.”
Wynn eyed the sword, its glinting point making her squint.
“Fine, see, I’ve nothing in here.” Wynn turned out her pockets then bent down to itch her sandy foot.
“It’s too late for that. I don’t trust you.” The pirate mocked her and with his sword trained at Wynn’s neck, began circling to stand behind her. Wynn took off running.
As she neared the tree line, several more figures in pirate dress stepped out to block her escape.
Wynn slowed. She was an artist, not an athlete. This was a fight she wouldn’t win. Might as well see what these dream pirates had in store.
“I don’t have time for this. Escort this girl back to the ship. I’ll question her later.”
The captain turned back to the beach but another young pirate put his hand on Wynn’s shoulder and steered her toward the palm forest. The other pirates chuckled and formed a guard around Wynn. Together, they trudged through the sandy, coconut littered floor, collecting the fruits as they went. Something else glinted below the coconuts and Wynn’s bare feet were pricked as she walked. She swiped at the sand but stumbled and was slung over the shoulder of the nearest brute.
“Our ship is just on the other side of the island. It’s quicker and cooler to cut through the middle.” One pirate said.
“How…considerate…of…you. Do you always treat your captives with such gentility?” Wynn stuttered as she bounced along.
“Are you always this pert in the midst of a conflict?” Her guard set her down and raised a bushy black eyebrow. The dark skin on his forehead glistened with sweat.
“Only in a dream,” she muttered.
A strange look crossed the pirate man’s face. Tree-filtered sunlight barely lit his face but his eyes, turned suddenly to Wynn, were piercing and purple. She flinched under his gaze then blushed.
“You’re not of this world are you?”
Wynn jumped. The captain had reappeared.
“What?” Wynn said.
The pirate captain just stared at Wynn with fierce purple eyes.
After a few more minutes of trudging through the sandy palm forest, they emerged onto another beach. Wynn sucked in a deep breath. Just outside the shallows of the island, an immense ship was bobbing gently in the crystal blue sea. All wood with tall masts and rigging, their ship was exactly what she imagined when she read Treasure Island. The captain motioned her to one of three rowboats moored on the beach. Wynn seated herself in the middle and another clean-for-a-pirate crew member jumped in front. The captain pushed off then took the oars. As they neared the ship, Wynn noted the named painted on the side in bright white. The captain noticed her curiosity and chuckled as they secured the longboat to the side of the craft.
“I’m Captain Jonah. Welcome to the R.E.M. Sleep.”
Ishtara, Traveling Knight
YA Fantasy novel, Book 1 of the Moorelenn Trilogy
Ishtara would rather wield a sword than the rake she uses to tend her family’s farm. On the eve of her sixteenth birthday, when marauders attack, Ishtara finds herself thrust into a journey to discover her family’s secrets and the dark unrest that faces her kingdom. Ishtara vows to bring justice to the villages plagued by the marauders. She makes herself a legend when she pulls her cloak over her and masquerades as the “Traveling Knight.” When Ishtara is invited by the King to train as a squire, Ishtara dreams of becoming a true knight of Moorelenn. But the kingdom is crumbling from inside and out, and Ishtara is prophesied as one who must help decide the fate of the world she loves.