Stripped Bare

Soul shocked,
such latency
brief as the kiss of dagger
the stealthy drop thereafter.
Many-a-cry for a reprieve
grieving the deliberate deed
why sow a seed, poisoned
if poison is all it will be?

Bring with you your desire
wrapped in a little ball of fire
set alight these frozen hearts and numb minds
perhaps from poison you’ll churn the nectar of life.

Bring with you your desire
bring with you
stripped bare of the mould that thought shaped you.


Disappearing Act.

Time to let you know that for sometime till the end of October, you may find me neglecting my blog for stretches of time. I’m in the midst of many an activity that requires a hell of a lot of time, and I really need to focus. So, apologies for random acts of disappearance.

This will most impact the releases of impending chapters of ‘A Million Smiles for June’. I know, I know. How dare I keep it to myself! I’ll endeavor to try and bring you doses of it if time permits.

In the meantime, there are plenty of entertaining snippets and pieces here to keep you busy for a while. Thanks a bunch!



Something about the nerves
makes you more nervous yet
like a child staring at the deep blue
of the unknown pool
or worse yet, his trust in himself
nor the tiny air filled floaties that look desperate.
Something about the world seems out of depth
like night without a moon
where blindness becomes you.
Something about a test
takes the air hostage
and you struggle to breath
with that fluttering despaired heart
unable to fathom the reach of your own hands.


A Million Smiles for June: Chapter 7

Eva Acharya:

For those who might have missed it on their threads. Here it is again. :)

Originally posted on Papermashed:

Even though it’s past midnight here, I’m sticking to my promise. Here is Chapter 7, freshly typed by a sleep deprived me! Enjoy …Please do. :) It would make my day! (or tomorrow, when I wake up to see all your likes and comments…Here’s to fingers crossed, even in sleep.)

WE JOIN Chad and June, after Terry’s surprise visit to Chad, where she discovers Chad is still without a story, but a wonderful tale to tell, and he must find this ‘tale’ she suddenly sees after hearing all about June…


  1. Something for the Lady

It was beginning to get dark inside when Chad finally stopped and wondered where June had disappeared to. He’d managed to write just over thousand word of gibberish, yet failing to see the entire picture of where he was going with it. He was just semi glad he had written something. He folded the laptop…

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A Million Smiles for June: Chapter 7

Even though it’s past midnight here, I’m sticking to my promise. Here is Chapter 7, freshly typed by a sleep deprived me! Enjoy …Please do. :) It would make my day! (or tomorrow, when I wake up to see all your likes and comments…Here’s to fingers crossed, even in sleep.)

WE JOIN Chad and June, after Terry’s surprise visit to Chad, where she discovers Chad is still without a story, but a wonderful tale to tell, and he must find this ‘tale’ she suddenly sees after hearing all about June…


  1. Something for the Lady

It was beginning to get dark inside when Chad finally stopped and wondered where June had disappeared to. He’d managed to write just over thousand word of gibberish, yet failing to see the entire picture of where he was going with it. He was just semi glad he had written something. He folded the laptop away and slid off the bench top, unable to feel his butt any longer.

“June,” he called out, staring up the stairs. Suddenly, she appeared at the door of her room. She walked down, rubbing some sleep off her eyes.

“You finished?” she asked with a smile, and Chad shook his head, not understanding. “The lady.”

“Oh, yes. She left ages ago. I completely forgot to tell you.” June shrugged at him. “Have you had lunch?” suddenly absolutely starved. June shook her head. “You hungry?”

“Famished,” she laughed, eyeing the coffee cup she’d left on the table.

“Is that all you’ve had?” Chad asked, shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sure there’s something in the fridge.”

“Actually, Chad, there’s nothing in your house to eat,” she said sheepishly, “but it’s okay, I slept it off.”

“Slept if off?”

“It’s nothing,” she shrugged. “Bax and I did it all the time…”

“You should have told me,” he said rather disappointed at himself. He immediately strode up the stairs, calling out behind him. “Get ready. We’re going out.”

“You don’t have to get me anything Chad!” June called out, staring up at the top of the stairs, unable to tell him, she didn’t have anything suitable for ‘going out’.

Somewhere from the upper level, he replied. “I’m hungry. Besides, as you pointed out, there is indeed no food in the house, at least not some we should eat anyway.” As he ran down the stairs buttoning up his fresh shirt, he smiled, a kind of careless smile she hadn’t seen on him before “I hate going shopping by myself.”

June gave a weak smile in turn. “Do I look okay like this?” she asked and watched Chad eye her for the first time from toes to head, and the few seconds made June feel as if she were standing there without any clothes at all.  She was in fact just wearing old house pants and a big t-shirt that would have looked okay if it were a little shorter.

Chad didn’t say anything for a moment, and then suddenly retraced his steps back upstairs. “Be back in a jiffy!” And he was, in less than a minute, he appeared at the top of the stairs in an old drawstring linen pants and a faded polo shirt. He smiled charmingly, and approached her. All June could do was watch him as he came down the stairs. He stood in front of her and eyed her t-shirt. “May I?”

June barely nodded, and suddenly gasped as Chad grabbed the bottom of her extra-long t-shirt which was in fact his, and he started trimming it around her waist so it looked more retro than drab. He took a step back and smiled again. “That okay?”

June looked at herself, and suddenly she wasn’t looking like she was wearing clothes that didn’t fit her. The rough edges looked rather nice. She looked back up at him, eyeing his change of clothes. “You didn’t have to change for me.”

“That shirt wasn’t very comfortable, and the pants, well, it didn’t match the polo.” He walked past June, turning the light on in the lounge as they reached for the door. “Do you like Thai? There’s a cute little restaurant where the shops are. And afterwards, we can pop into Woolies and grab some grocery.”

“Sounds nice.” June wasn’t entirely sure since she didn’t do spicy food, but she felt she could hear her tummy rumbling, and she certainly didn’t want to seem demanding. After all, all Chad had done so far was beyond any kindness she had received since she’d become another number on the streets.


Chad ordered their meals and watched other patrons for want of things. “How are you finding the book?” he asked casually to fill the awkward silence. He actually had no desire to mix June into this alternate world of words that he used to have, once upon a time, till couple of months ago that is. He liked that she was in his real world and not some character in his story. She was in his life, unlike so many people who’d slowly drifted away. In fact, he couldn’t quite recall the last time he’d even chatted with his mother on the phone. He must try and do that more often, he thought, until he realised June was speaking. He tuned in.

“…not bad so far,” she sipped water trying not to think about how hungry she really was. “I don’t normally read romance novels.”

Chad laughed, though slightly on edge. “It’s not really romance, is it?”

June narrowed her eyes at him as the waitress brought over their entrée. “It’s not you book, is it?”

Chad almost burned his tongue, accidentally biting too much of the piping hot food. He coughed, and gave his head a slight shake. “What?” when he really was thinking, Who told you?!

June laughed. “It’s in your house?”


“What did you think I meant?”

Chad shook his head. “That it’s my book because it’s in my house.”

June didn’t think much of Chad’s nervousness and started on her cooling spring roll. Chad breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t really want June to know who he was, because, with it will come reactions he didn’t really care for unless he was in a bookstore with a wall of his newest release behind him, and an acid-free pen in his grip, signing away as Zachary Eve.

“I don’t mind the writing, to be honest,” June busied herself with the fish cakes that were placed on their table. “Kind of surprised at how soft it is, especially since it’s coming from a guy.”


“No,” she finally looked up. “Have you read any of them?”

“They are in my house, aren’t they?”

June stared at him is shock, and suddenly laughed. “I can’t imagine you sitting down to read a novel like that.”

Chad felt something akin to a stab on his sides. He cleared his throat rather sombrely. “Actually, they are my ex’s books. Guess in her hurry, she forgot about them.”

“I’m glad she did,” June’s eyes lit up briefly. “She was a fan?”

Chad scoffed into his glass, contemplated the question, and shook his head. “I’m not so sure.”

“But there are like nine books in the house!”

Chad shrugged, cutting into a tiny piece of chicken on his pad thai that barely called for the knife. “She left them behind, didn’t she? So I guess, she’s not such a big fan of his.” After a brief moment, he couldn’t resist sounding rather cut. “Archer Eve, or whatever his name is…”

June laughed so hard she almost snorted. “Listen to you! You sound so jealous.” Chad shrugged. “Besides, his name’s Zachery Eve.”

Chad shrugged, and went on eating his food.

“First time I’ve heard of him though,” she was saying in between bites of food.

Chad’s phone rang just in time for him to put a stop to the uncomfortable conversation. It was a private number. “Hello, Za…Chad Gilligan.” All that talk of Zachery Eve had almost had him spill his own beans.

Suddenly, all colour drained from his face as he heard silence but for the music in the background. He’d completely forgotten about the midnight prank calls of previous weeks. “Who is this?” he demanded with a harsh but low tone. When no reply came, he hung up the phone, a little frazzled.

“Everything okay?”

“Wrong number.”


Chad pushed the trolley slowly down the aisle. “Pick whatever you like,” he said at the wall of cereal when his phone rang again. It was a private caller again. “Who the hell is this?” he hissed, and his pressure rose as he heard the music in the background. Suddenly, he could feel an onset of a headache and cursed, ending the call and putting his phone on silence. June held up a box of cereal and he shook his head, walking ahead.

“What’s wrong?”


June shuffled alongside him. “Something is. Every time your phone rings, you look a little sick.”

He shrugged. “Wrong number.”

“Maybe it’s an international call,” she held up another box for Chad to inspect. “My folks used to get them all the time…” She stopped right there, feeling a knot in her throat. She turned to the wall and put the box back, muttering. “I don’t like this one anyway.” She didn’t really need to cry in the middle of a grocery aisle. She grabbed some breakfast biscuits and dumped them in the trolley.

Chad walked alongside her, not saying a word. He was slightly lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts that alarmed him. Thoughts of Cassie Micah, his naked midnight visitor. A shiver coursed through him. “Maybe it was a telemarketing call…” he conceded.

He pushed the trolley further on. “You’ve never talked about your parents.” He watched her continue to avoid facing him.

“Not a very interesting story there I guess,” she turned with a forced smile. “I had them, and then I didn’t…”

Chad knew not to probe but he couldn’t help wonder about her past, a past that had somehow brought this fairly sophisticated young woman living on the streets. Maybe in her story lay his inspiration. Maybe June was his knight in shining armour, bearing a riveting story that could be his salvation.


When they got home, it was past nine, and June excused herself to her room on pretence that she was sleepy. She thanked him for dinner and bid him goodnight before stealing away like a ghost once more.

Chad made himself a coffee, sat down on the sofa and stared at the space where a TV used to be. That little tension headache from the grocery store having turned into a massive migraine, causing his eyes to feel like they were being squeezed. He rubbed his eyes, massaged his temples and brought out his phone to find three more missed calls from a private number. He turned his phone off, then one by one, walked around the bottom floor, checking that all the doors and windows were securely locked. He then dragged himself to his room.

He halted at his door and turned back around, having heard a noise. He listened carefully, his paranoia rising a little higher than usual since June was in the house as well with him. The noise was coming from behind June’s closed door. He approached cautiously, being able to distinguish the noise as sobs. He wished he could just knock on the door and walk in to check if she was okay, but then thought she perhaps needed to be alone, otherwise she wouldn’t have excused herself.

He let her be, and slightly saddened, returned to his room, drew the curtains close and fell onto the bed. The throbbing in his head becoming as loud as drum beats. Go to the doctor you goose, he thought to self, and ask for mega-migraine-killing-pills-of-wonder. What a thing to happen at an end of a fine day indeed, taken hostage by his own cortex. His thoughts thus reeled to June, and her sobs, then of course, as a side effect to thinking about June’s sobs, he thought of her story. He pressed his head in between his two hands and tried drifting to sleep.


When June came down the next morning, eyes raw and red from the night, she found Chad bunched up on the couch, pressing his temples with his palms as if he were trying to shut some paranormal noise out.

“You okay?” she called out slightly concerned at the sight.

Chad peeked around his hand and barely gave an indecipherable nod. “Peachy!”

“You look like death!” she walked over, taking a closer look at him. “Did you sleep at all?” He barely shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Migraine. Mother of a migraine!” he mumbled, almost rocking himself.

Chad could hear her walk away and was glad. She was only talking as a concerned friend, but to him it was as if she were clanging cymbals next to his head. A moment later, he felt light pressure on top of his head. June’s hands running through his hair. He tried looking up, but his eyes would barely open against the bright morning.

“Just try and relax, one breath at a time,” she spoke in a hush as she continued massaging his head. Chad could feel something wet slicking through his hair.

“What is it?”

“It’s oil and water. Mum used to do this for me whenever I had a bad headache. It helps. Trust me.”

Chad didn’t care whether it was going to work eventually or not. He just knew June was pressing pressure points that gave him some relief. He couldn’t tell how long she’d kept it up. Pretty soon, he was getting drowsy, and went to rise up so he could drag himself to bed. She held him down gently.

“Don’t move. Just lie down here and sleep.”

Like a baby, Chad did as he was told. He cocooned himself on the sofa. He could hear June go around the floor, closing all curtains and turning off lights, plunging the house into a greyish light. He closed his eyes and couldn’t remember hearing anything else, nor feeling anymore pain. He drifted off slowly.


When he woke, sometime in the late afternoon, the house was clean, and empty. “June,” he called, slowly taking himself upstairs, finally glad he could move without the dinner threatening to make an appearance in a grand scale. “June?”

He walked past her door, slightly ajar, and called out again but no response. Instead of panicking that she was gone, he dragged his groggy self into the shower and stood under the refreshing drops. She’d probably just fallen asleep because the house was so quiet and there was nothing to keep her entertained, not even a lousy TV, a lousy TV he could afford.

As he stepped into his room feeling a lot better, he saw the carnage of his phone near the opposite wall. He couldn’t even remember throwing it against the wall. It lay in pieces, battery here, and back cover there. He slowly gathered the remnants only to find the screen completely shattered.

He sighed. He hated shopping, but phone shopping was a whole other level of irritating. There was a reason he hadn’t changed his phones as often as the entire world seemed to do these days. He had liked his dinosaur.

Thus, mournful, he marched himself downstairs, the skeletal remains gripped in hand. He was absolutely starving. The day was drawing close, and as he reached for the fridge door, he could hear the rain starting outside, pitter pattering against the house. Suddenly, he heard a squeal, and seconds later, June came running inside from the small backyard, slightly wet from the sudden downpour. The little book she still held above her head obviously had offered next to no cover.

“It’s raining,” she blurted, suddenly noticing Chad standing there staring at her.

“I see that,” he eyed the many spatter of moisture on her.

June smiled. “How’s your head?”

“Still there!” he smiled back, reaching for the coffee ground on the bench top and setting up a fresh pot of hot coffee. “Want some?”

“Yes please,” she popped the book open on the counter face down. “I’m just going to change into dry clothes.” With that she left him to his pot of coffee and curiosity as he picked up the book on the open pages, and glanced at the page numbers. She was flying through the read, and she’d only started the day before. The thought made him smile, and he placed the book as it was before she re-emerged into the kitchen all smiles.




A Million Smiles for June: Chapter 5

A Million Smiles for June: Chapter 6

It’s coming! And tonight!

Excuse me while I get extra dramatic for what I’m actually about to inform you of. Tonight is it, the night. Yes, the night where I will endeavor to bring you the next halter of awesomeness in the tale of Chad, a struggling best-selling novelist, and the homeless girl, June, whom he has accidentally taken in.

Chapter 7 For the lady in A Million Smiles for June is coming tonight come rain, hail or shine, because I’ll be indoors obviously. :)

If you haven’t privy-ed yourself to the story yet, you will find that there are 6 chapters already up and I’m being coaxed to write them faster and I simply can’t keep up.

Since I’m posting this thru the phone, I’m still figuring out how to link pages without looking silly jumping website.

Enjoy the story.



Irony in a Meal

He stood amidst the crowd,
bustling to hustle for life,
the grim reality of shanty towns
beneath tinned roofs of scrap
tight quarters and narrow lanes,
such was life
kids barely clothed, rarely fed
and nothing taken for granted.
A hand extends his way, another little fist tentatively going astray,
tugging and tapping,
ever wordlessly asking
for mercy, pray,
will you give some spare, give without care?
So he turned, all around him counting,
the number of children disappearing behind skin and bones,
then he called, a nearby stall where food lay tempting, but not for begging.
‘Come, my man, feed these children, and I shall pay.’
He watched, as a line slowly formed,
hungry one after the other, they thanked,
for the food, for generosity, so rare.
As the food disappeared between hungry lips, and the money vanished from his hips,
he smiled, even drops of tears threatened him,
a boy thanked him, for one day less to worry, whether he’d go to bed yet hungry.
And the line turned, to him,
upon little faces spread gratitude unyielding.
Wasn’t it strange, here people thanked him for one meal,
back home, meals upon unfinished meals went into bins.
Such despair. Such waste.


Basics of Scriptwriting: Do’s and Don’ts’

I’m currently trying to sort my activities in order before I go to the country side in less than a week to complete my first placements for the course I’m studying. It will take me away from home for 5 weeks. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that but I’m certainly trying to finish up some of the activities prior to leaving. One such activity I must finish is a short 10min video tutorial on the ‘Basics of Scriptwriting’. I was invited as a guest speaker to a workshop that’s taking place in the next week here in Sydney, and I was asked to do a session on scriptwriting and it’s basics for the attendees. It was an exciting day for me, but it so turns out I can’t be present at two places at once, and since they haven’t yet invented teleportation, I’m settling down with doing a video tutorial and a short booklet covering basics so that people who attend can take something away from watching my tutorial and reading the accompanying notes.

I have yet to make the video, which I will be doing tomorrow night, but tonight, I finished up my notes covering the very basics of scriptwriting. I’m not really sure if I’ve covered all the basics that beginning scriptwriters will want to know about etc. so don’t know if my content is enough or too much.

Mind helping me out? If you’re into scriptwriting, or would like to know about it more, I wouldn’t mind a guinea pig to trial the information pdf. You’ll find just the beginning of the information I’ve mocked up. What you think? If you’d like a copy of the entire pdf which is 9 pages all up, then please comment below with email address and I’ll be more than happy to send it along for your perusal. To bad WordPress doesn’t do an attachment thing.






Eva Acharya

The Do’s and the Don’ts’ of Scriptwriting for Beginners.






Eva Acharya has been writing for more than a decade and brings her creative writing and scriptwriting experiences to the forefront. She has previously co-written two Australian Feature Films, and currently has two short films in final phases of post-production. Eva is also writing is spec feature script that has been professionally assessed with positive reviews. Currently, she is collaborating with a Nepali producer and production house to pen a Nepali-Aussie Feature film currently titled, ‘Life Dust’. With two other short films in the planning for later this year, Eva is doing what she can to continually practice her scriptwriting skills. Other than scriptwriting, she is also a published novelist with works published as eBooks and in print. In Strange Company is her debut novel available through Amazon Kindle and Smashwords, for as little as $2.05 AUD, or hardcopy at $15.95 through the author herself.  Planning is also underway for her second book release towards end of 2014, Rule of Thirds.

If you wish to contact Eva, please do so through the email address below.

Thank you, and enjoy your journey into scriptwriting.


Warm regards,



Eva Acharya – (Freelance scriptwriter/director & novelist)



Email: (Put ‘Nepali Film Workshop’ on subject heading so email isn’t deleted accidentally)


Twitter: @evacharya





Scriptwriting is a writing practice for all visual mediums: movies, tv shows, documentary, ads, music videos. Basically any form of visual storytelling that uses the film medium. Because film is a visual mode, the writing defers to how you would write a book or short prose. You have to understand the format and the techniques of a script before you can attempt to write one. There are many rules and these need to be adhered to.

Despite the fact that most would automatically think of the director or actors involved in the film, writer is the one must have when making a film. The script they write is virtually a manual on the making of the story. Therefore, don’t make the mistake of thinking scripts aren’t important.


Scripts are the most important item in filmmaking!

Scripts aren’t just pieces of paper that tells a story. It is an important piece in filmmaking without which you don’t really shouldn’t begin even thinking about filming. Scripts are instruction manual. For each scene, the script tells you what time of the day you will be shooting, the location, the look of the location or set decorations/art direction, the characters, what they wear, how they act, etc.

Scripts tell the production team, headed by director and producer, in the details of every element that will be visible or audible on the screen when an audience watch it in the cinema. Elements include as costumes, lighting, location, set/art direction, mood, music, pace of editing, camera angles, any SFX or VFX that is needed etc.

This environment you see and hear on the screen is called mise-en-scene, and it is absolutely essential to the look and feel of the film.

Before anything else, always remember, scripts need to ‘show’ in the way they are written what is happening on the screen. Don’t ever TELL the audience what is happening, that is what books are for.


Show, DON’T tell.

This is the most important rule in screenwriting to remember: show, don’t tell. Film is visual, so everything in the script need to describe in as few words what is happening on the screen.

Show what’s happening visually, this includes emotions and actions of characters with and to one another.

Don’t tell what’s happening through dialogue, or use language that tells you what is happening. Don’t tell how characters feel, or want, or what they do. Show us what they feel, what they want, and what they do.

For example:


SEAN winched every time Brenda stuck the needle in and tugged the string as she stitched up his wound.


SEAN looked at Brenda stitching his wound.


It hurts, Brenda.


From the above example, you see how the first ‘shows’ us what is happening on the screen without the character describing the event. When Sean ‘winches’ on screen, we automatically know that he is in pain. We don’t need him to ‘tell’ us.



Industry scripts follow a strict format. In order to make your script writing simple and to take away the hassle of having to format your script yourself, you might like to invest in scriptwriting software. Some of the ones out there are Final Draft, Movie Magic Screenwriter, Movie Outline, Montage. Most of these you have to buy, or there is a basic one you can download for free, Celtx, which should be adequate for you to practice the layout of script form.

Before we get into how to write a script, let’s look at the layout so you understand the way scripts defer to a book.




‘Painted’ -another 6seconds entry to film competition

This is totally an experimental clip I made and thought why not enter it just for fun!

Follow the link below and watch it. It’s only 6 seconds! :) it’s a social commentary on the pressure women feel to look ‘pretty’ and very often than not rely on cosmetics to hide behind.

Watch it, like it, vote for it by clicking the heart. The more votes, the higher chance of it going through to the next round to be judged! Help a fellow blogger out! :)

TROPFEST #TROPVINE #MIRROR entry. ‘Painted‘ modern day hideNseek behind cosmetics. watch/vote!




Urged to write on, and faster!

I must chug along and getting writing with ‘A Million Smiles for June’. A dear close friend of mine has been following the tale and I was unawares. We met up for the day today after a long stretch of finding a day/date that suited us both. In just a conversation about what each other is up to lately, I was urged quite passionately to hurry up and ‘write’ the next bits in that story already!

So here I am, after midnight, about to add the finishing touches to Chapter 7 in Chad and June’s story. Especially now that I know so many people are in fact waiting for me to get on with it and give them more! Thanks Beansie!

(Don’t know what I’m talking about? My latest novel, for which I’ve been posting chapters as I write them on here. Just follow the story and hope you will like it too. The more people urge us on, the faster we writers deliver.)

Happy reading this Monday morning!


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