speculative works



tv pilot screenplay (half-hour) • comedy

When his entire bloodline perishes at a tragic family reunion, a compulsive liar/recovering alcoholic is offered one last chance to redeem himself when he inherits a legacy as a sidekick to an aging self-appointed narcissistic billionaire vigilante.


these untended streets

Short story • Horror

As a ravenous wildfire consumes his neighborhood, a bitter old man is forced to confront his inner demons when a mysterious box shows up addressed to his long deceased wife.

Love, Defined.

feature film screenplay • Dark comedy

When an opportunity for true love slips through his fingers, a cynical slacker is forced to wrestle with his pathetic understanding of what true love really means for himself and everyone around him, but finds that his philosophies may need some revision.

Broken Dreams & Wedding Rings

feature film screenplay • comedy

When a faded rocker is tempted by his estranged former bandmate to reignite his musical ambitions, he is forced to choose between his stable life and his greatest dream.


produced works



good enough to be true

short film screenplay • comedy

After a case of mistaken identity, two petty criminals who have used their wit and ingenuity to scam their way through life seize a dangerous once in a lifetime opportunity to strike gold.

Credit(s): Produced by, Directed by, Written by

(I am virgin!)

short film screenplay • comedy

When two high-schoolers come to the end of their virginity pact, they must decide whether it's more important to lose their virginity or lose their friendship.

Produced by Columbia College Chicago Advanced Practicum

Credit(s): Story by

falling upward

short film screenplay • comedy

When a depressed recluse is invited to a party by his neighbor/crush, he finally gets his chance to prove to her that he's really not the loser he thinks she thinks he is.

Produced by Rad Rabbit

Credit(s): Written by


published works


Questions Better Left Unanswered



Published April 14th, 2018



It Comes At Night is a simple story which paints a visceral image of the capricious nature and savagery that resides just under the surface of every human being. There is a lot to say about this film, but I would like to address one specific story element it accomplishes with expertise; prioritizing the central questions and leaving unimportant questions unanswered. Filmmakers often fret over these types of decisions for fear of aggravating, confusing, misleading, or teasing the audience, but it's simple; plot exists solely to serve the story, and if it doesn't, leave it out. This film exemplifies a crafty and balanced approach to tackle the broad thematic content the film seeks to explore while avoiding the plot-laden pitfalls and clichés of high-concept world-building.

The fantasy world in which the story takes place (a post-apocalyptic plague-ridden living nightmare), the life-or-death stakes, and the menacing tone are all laid out for us in bold, effortless fashion within the first few minutes. While gliding over those formidable hurdles, it begs many questions right up front; What the hell is wrong with grandpa? What the hell is going on? Why the hell did they burn his body?! This plague guarantees death and is extremely contagious, but what the hell is it? Where did it come from? How do you catch it? Where is everyone else? Is everyone else dead?! What the hell is going on here?! Finally, we get the central question in the form of a stark, bright title card; “It Comes At Night.”


What comes at night?!



The basement is dark and smells vaguely of laundry and mildew. He is only five years old, and he isn’t quite sure whether Freddy Krueger is just a made up character from a movie or a grotesque psychopath who attacks you in your most vulnerable of states; in your dreams. He just needs to remove the laundry from the dryer in the far corner of the basement, place it into the laundry basket, and get back upstairs. No big deal.

He hesitates for a second as he listens carefully for movement — any movement. He hears nothing but the steady purr of the furnace and the dull hum of his mother’s television upstairs.

Freddy attacks in your dreams — not in real life, he reassures himself. But is this real life? How could he tell?

He draws in a deep breath and sprints to the dryer. He yanks the door open and shovels the clothes into the laundry basket not daring to chance a look behind him for fear of seeing that charred face grinning at him malevolently. The instant the clothes are in the basket, he charges across the basement and up the stairs. Halfway up, he drinks in the soft, safe light of the kitchen and lies to himself that he is “home free.”

That’s when he hears it — a soft guttural growl.