by amnicholas

Papá…no! Papá, no!
She’s a little bit of a girl,
exhausted, hungry, thirsty, from the month long journey
by foot, bus, and train.
And now she sees a big man in a uniform
clap handcuffs on her papá and drag him off.
She tries to follow.

A uniformed woman smiles at her and picks her up.
Kidnapped, a nightmare.
Her papá, her protector, rendered helpless.
The woman fastens her in a car seat, and drives off.
By evening, the child cries in a chain link pen,
and her plaintive voice joins the others:
mamá, mi tía, papá, mi hermano.
Their cries are interrupted only by sobs.

Papá, no!


by amnicholas

You are not the love of my lifetime;
A lifetime is but a whisper on the wind.
You are not one I would promise till death do us part;
Death holds no power over love.
You are not one I would ask to love me in return;
My love is freely given.
Such mortal promises and demands made in love’s name
Are transient.

But you –
The you of who you are-
You transcend.
Because you transcend,
My love transcends.
The nobility, the beauty,
The sheer magnificence of your spirit
Is infused into
The very essence of my being.

No, you are not the love of a lifetime,
And I make but one promise to you;
You are my love for all eternity.


by amnicholas

In your eyes,
I see gentleness
soft as starlight on winter’s first snow.
I see strength
solid as a granite cliff.
I see warmth
soothing as early spring sunbeams
on the cold earth.
I see just enough sparkling mischief
to make me feel young once more.
And, I see the eternal part of you
that fills my soul with peace.
Whenever I look in your eyes
I see something new to explore,
and I see all the same old things
I’ve loved from the beginning.

No Hay Palabras

by amnicholas



Cuando hablo de ti,
Las palabras descriptivas son insuficientes.
Podría decir que tú eres la luz de
Miles de estrellas.
Tú eres la belleza de todas las
Flores de la primavera.
Tú eres el poder del infinito.
Pero finalmente, las palabras
No son suficientes para describir
La belleza de tu espíritu.


Algunos Héroes

by amnicholas


Algunos héroes rescatan a niños que se ahogan
Algunos héroes rescatan a los que están atrapados en un carro ardiendo
Algunos héroes mueren en batallas nobles

Pero otros héroes rescatan a los perritos
Ellos levantan los pedazos de una mujer quebrada
Y la convierten en algo casi completo
Ellos sostienen la mano de un hombre moribundo
Y escuchan sus últimas palabras
Tú eres mi héroe.


by amnicholas

You stand in my kitchen, making lemonade –
such an ordinary thing.
But even in the ordinary, your energy infuses
the room, the air, and my soul.
Its familiar, comforting,
powerful, magnificent presence overwhelms me,
just as it did the first time we spent a night together.
Yet, there you stand: unassuming, sincere, humble,
and I wonder if you fully know who you are, what you are.

I know.
For centuries, I have wept helplessly as you faced
unbearable ordeals with strength, grace, and courage.
My pride in you has overflowed as the honor and kindness
in your heart grew with each dawn of a cosmic day.
I have been awed as the creativity, power, and understanding
of your mind intensified through the ages.
I have been inspired anew each time you stood strong
against injustice, and bravely defended those you love
and what you believe to be right.
I have watched with love as your spirit expanded in
enlightenment and beauty with each incarnation.

Yes, I know who you are.
I know you are more than worthy
to soar in the company of the most luminous and wondrous of souls.

Love’s Measure

by amnicholas

“I would die for you,” lovers proclaim
to demonstrate the depth and strength of their devotion.
But death is but a moment of courage and noble sacrifice,
and then it’s done,
leaving the beloved with only pain.

For half a lifetime,
I looked for you in the face of every dark-eyed stranger I passed.
I ached for you in the deepest recesses of my soul.
I dreamed of you night after night
and woke up trembling with longing.
I felt the sacred mystery of your presence
without having met you.
My solitary heart cried out for you each day,
and I believed I would find you, no matter how long the journey.
And on those few days when my faith began to waver,
and the search seemed futile,
something ineffable always drew me back to the truth of you.

And so, the measure of my love is this:
I would live for you.


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Red Inkworks – top 25 scripts

Scriptapalooza – semi-finalist

Austin Film Festival – second round (top 10%)



An idealistic FBI agent must decide whether to support his President or to risk his life in an attempt to restore real freedom to America.


“Maybe it’s time to declare the War on Terror over.”

It’s 2055, and FBI Agent LUCAS QUINN has just spoken his mind to President BLAIR SCHMIDT. Several years ago, the Bill of Rights was temporarily suspended to facilitate the capture of terrorists and to secure Middle Eastern oil.  But now, despite a lack of real terrorist attacks, Schmidt resists reinstating it because he wants to maintain his tight control of America until he has achieved his rather lofty goals. A few senators attempt to persuade their colleagues to impeach the President and restore the Bill of Rights, but one-by-one, these renegades disappear. Small bands of freedom fighters have formed to resist the government. But FBI Director JARED THANE strives to eliminate these traitors. And now, he has assigned Lucas to infiltrate one such group led by the charismatic chess player DANIEL O’KEEFE.

Lucas believes he is patriotic in his devotion to his job and the President, but Daniel has some compelling ideas about the Constitution and individual freedom. Lucas finds himself sympathizing with Daniel and his band of resistance fighters. He hides information from Jared, who grows increasingly suspicious. Jared presses Lucas for more information, allegedly so he can arrest Daniel and stop the violence. However, Lucas resists as he becomes more suspicious of Jared. Jared ups the ante when he murders a young freedom fighter Lucas has befriended. Then Jared kidnaps another freedom fighter, but somehow MARLEY ORENDA mysteriously escapes from the FBI. It is then that Lucas realizes not all government officials are on the same side. Lucas tries to help the resistance and find out what is behind Jared’s mysterious behavior, without blowing his own cover. Nothing he does seems to help. Then he discovers  Jared has his own plans to assassinate the President, take control of the country, and end any hope of democracy.

As Jared plans an attack on Daniel’s base, Lucas must decide where his loyalties lie and how far he will go to protect the America he loves. Just when it seems all is lost, Lucas chooses to sacrifice himself in order to kill Jared, setting in motion a series of events ending with a new President and a restored Bill of Rights.


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American Accolades – semi-finalist

Wisconsin Screenwriters Forum – semi-finalist

Red Inkworks – second place

Nicholl Fellowships – top 15%

Chicago Screenwriters Contest – semi-finalist, one of the top four dramas

LOGLINE: In the year 2065,  the Bill of Rights has been suspended to facilitate the capture of terrorists and the securing of Mideastern oil.  A disillusioned store manager becomes an unlikely revolutionary after the tragic  death of his slave.


By the year 2065, the War on Terrorism has taken a toll on America.  The Bill of Rights has been suspended to facilitate the capture of terrorists.  Prisons overflow with Americans convicted of treason.  None of this matters to Jackson Cade, 37.  He’s desperate only to escape his bleak life,  to end the hopelessness of dealing with his controlling boss and manipulative girlfriend, Mariah Graham.  He’s seldom able to sleep through the night.

Congress passes the Traitors Rehabilitated to Assist Democracy (TRAD) Act.  To ease the burden on the prison system, upstanding citizens will be given custody of a TRAD.  In effect, the TRADs are slaves.  Owning a slave he could control seems to be Jackson’s wish come true. He applies for ownership of a TRAD.

Idealistic college students Adrian Kamensky, 19, and Daniel Bright, 21, belong to the underground organization, Liberty or Death, which is dedicated to restoring freedom.  When Adrian is convicted of treason and given to Jackson, Jackson’s life unravels. At times, he empathizes with Adrian, but his feelings are conflicted, and he is capable of cruelty as well.  Mariah deceives Jackson into believing Adrian has made advances toward her, and Jackson gives his slave a brutal beating.  But he learns the truth, and filled with remorse, he realizes he believes the TRAD Act is wrong.  Adrian discovers that Jackson has a couple of treasonous secrets of his own.

Daniel plots a bold escape for Adrian.  In the middle of the night, he acts.  Jackson, awake as usual, hears them and pursues the runaways. He foils the escape attempt, but finds he can’t bring himself to turn in the two fugitives to the Security Department as the law requires.

Adrian despairs.  While Jackson works, Adrian uses Jackson’s illegal handgun to kill himself.  In his suicide note, Adrian makes requests of Jackson and Daniel.  Jackson must make some tough decisions. If he gives Adrian’s body to the Security Department, they’ll know about the gun. Should he flee to Chicago to hide among the hordes of homeless people living there?  Or should he for once follow his conscience and act with courage?

When Jackson sees a slave being abused, he knows what he has to do. He steals the slave and joins Daniel in a journey to the wilderness of Idaho where the Second American Revolution brews.


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The songs we danced to
whisper softly from the next room
as I lie alone on my bed.
The memories and the now
mingle in my mind
until it all becomes one,
and my body surrenders once more
to the electricity of your touch,
the heat of your kisses, and
the smoldering intensity of your eyes.
The depth and tenderness
of this love I feel
take my heart by surprise.
The light and wisdom
of your ancient and beautiful spirit
overwhelm my soul.
I am lost in you,
and I don’t want to be found.