Accessories and Prop's

Accessories and Prop's

List of Stories.............. to be Feature Films & Live Stage

Feature Films

Budget list number:

#19 / At Childs Play

#21 / Mother Russia

#27 / Stairways and Arches

#30 / House of the Poring Rain

#14 / A Flame Within

#29 / Man Of Blue

#11 / Forest Winds

#12 / The Silence of the Scottish Bagpipes

#18 / Pearls from Asia

#3 / Wings of Gold

#6 / The Jaguar King

#13 / Mythical Blues

#23 / Warriors of the Midnight Sun

#17 / The Oceans Hum

#16 / The Pearl

#7 / The Sands of Gold and Time

#4 / Waking Dimensions

#5 / The Peacock of France

#8 / Golden Eagle

#28 / The Last Walk

#31 / Sounds of Thunder

#1 / Legend of Light

Live Stage

#24 / The Division of Winds

#26 / Creations Reflections

Holiday / Animation / Feature Film

#2 / The Wondering fairy Princess

#9 / Around the World

#10 / The Littlest Elf

#15 / The Drummer Boy

#20 / Bow and Arrow

#22 / North Star Angel

#25 / In a Winter Chill (Magic Snow)

Summer turning to winter brought a still upon the Russian people, once the Romanov's vanished into the fiery sky. The souls of light, caught between the emotions of mind, drifting in a moment. A memory ......in the still. Vague distorted visions........ forever etched.

Mother Russia

A time in History when the people came to a crossroads, between their loyalties and beliefs. Turning to a hardship that brings tensions upon all. The Romanovs, a family with all the recognition of prestige, at a time of confusion. Bringing the hearts of the Russian people, to the emotions, of the mind. Distorted ripples on a mirrors surface. Reflections of the once still, disrupted by the movement of time. The changes of government along with war, bringing into focus accusation. Russia turning from a reformed nation to a reformed anger. As the summer season came and left, whispers on the winds turned to cold. Fall brought no signs of life for winter, only a still, upon all...... An unspoken word in the hemisphere .....sending vibrations through the air. Becoming a ghostly coldness, because the hearts that stopped beating.............

Lady of the Lake

A glowing crescent moon beckoned, through the Blurred blanket of water. Laying in a still, a moment until, the seasons started to change, from cold, to the warmth of spring. Memories of faded time, that stills, in the cold of winter, only to waken when the seasons change. A ghostly presence, to surface, both in body and soul. When histories desires lead the souls of body, to conflict for power. Finding a pathway to mystery along with sorcery. Pulling all the elements together, to bring forces upon the opposed. Fighting for power, where wealth and riches bring greater drive, to those with legions of might. When love became second, in will and man. Until they had to seek out the will of all strength, forged from a realm of power unknown by man. Looking for Excalibur, kept in the depths. In the seasons of time, only to be beckoned by the strongest and purest of will. Not understanding the mysteries of the past, or how the sword became the power forged.

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