Written for The Byte for 'These Bridges' by Phoebe Eclair-Powell in early 2018

"When the Thames burst its banks, the North and the South became separated. Myths abound about ‘the other side’ - is it really better? Four sets of teenagers ignore the risks of the treacherous crossing to find out whether the other side is all it’s cracked up to be. The drowned commuters of the Circle Line conjure memories of the past. These Bridges looks at a fearful future and seeks to show that if we stick together, we may just survive it all."

Underwater Captivities (These Bridges)

Written for Ovo for 'The Ghost Sonata' by August Strindberg.

A poor student chances on a rich old invalid and is invited to a ghost supper where adultery, murder and betrayal are stripped bare in the house of the living dead. Vampires, evil spirits and a talking mummy expose the stench and decay that lies just beneath the surface of genteel society.

The Dark Lady (The Ghost Sonata)

When a child vanishes without a trace from a stretch of remote woodland, the local community is ripped apart.Years later and with closure not an option, Lewis can still feel the tug of a little hand at his elbow, Catherine still can’t sleep and absolutely no-one lights candles in their windows. 

An epic thriller, Gone explores storytelling, brutality and loss through 
a series of interweaving narratives that span thirty years.

Insomnia (Gone)

Vodyanoy (Gone)

Written in collaboration with Coby King & Tomos Williams.
For London College of Music Module in music for Film & TV.

consciousness

By Alexander Eales & Georga de la Cour

I cannot help but feel a tender ache
For we fools who walk the earth 
Feet in our shoes
Hands in our pockets 
Our crusades of love and war and joy and pain and healing and peace
Leave us sat at dusk swinging our legs from a cliff's edge
Hopelessly hopeful
Longing 
Such babes we are
Kings in the mirror 
Children through the lens 
Another evening ends and I once again have whiled the time away lolling in pools of thought that expired long ago
If I open the window a crack
I know the breeze will tease at blowing away 
But it won't 
The room across from mine fills will a dull light now 
Yawing into brightness as a figure steps into view
And I catch myself wondering 
What has awoken you
My friend?

Alexander Eales

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