Written by: J.J. Selig

Genre: Family


LOGLINE: Shepherd’s Haven is a family story about a career-minded business woman who meets a homeless mother and her daughter and their lives are forever changed.


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FREE Family/Animation Short Film Festival. Thur. Dec. 29th. 7pm. Carlton. RSVP

SPECIAL EVENT: December 29th. 7pm. Carlton Cinemas.

A showcase of the best of FAMILY and ANIMATION short films of 2016. This is a festival for all ages.
Amazing films from the UK, USA, Canada, Japan, Norway and Taiwan.

A terrific lineup for the entire family. These are some of the greatest shorts made in the last year
See the full program and full details of all of the films. Get your tickets on the program page, or simply reply to this email and RSVP.

You can come for FREE or make a donation on the night. Or, you can RSVP on the program page and make a donation via paypal or credit card.

Giving you films from all corners of the world in different genres and formats

Submit your Film & Screenplay to the Festival for Family

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– Doris B. Gill (Rembrandt and the Seedlings, Feature Script)

Get your script and story performed by professional actors at the Family Festival.

Get your Short Film showcased at the FEEDBACK Film Festival and get a audience video.

FAMILY and KIDS Films will always be needed and wanted in our society. If you can write a great family screenplay, or make a great family short film, then you are definitely on your way to having a great career. This portion of the Writing and Film Festival would like to present at least 40 new works of Family & Kids Films/Stories a year. As of September 2015, we have showcased over 50+ family stories at our festival this year alone. Submit your script or short film today.

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Next Family Film Festival: Thursday January 26, 2017

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Will’s House, Poetry by Martha C. Wallace

Genre: Family

Will’s House by Martha C. Wallace

Pla-ploop, pop, pop, bloop, bloop…
the coffee percolator sings.
Sssst, pop, pop, ssst
the bacon sizzles a hot reply.
Hot sticky cheese bubbles over the sides of the toast.
Buttery grits pop and boil.
Country music singers wailin’ and bemoanin’ love, life, and country livin’
drift from the kitchen radio to upstairs rooms.
Grandpa taps the tips of his shiny black shoes.
I rush to get the homemade peach and strawberry preserves from the pantry,
and grandpa’s favorite coffee cup .
First I blow, then sip the spicy and fragrant sassafras tea that Grandpa makes just for me.

Grandpa sleeps downstairs to protect his house-
no one was “comin in heh” he’d say.” My family’s gonna be safe heh.”
In the South’s cotton fields,
beautiful, white blossoms transform, turning crimson,
like the sharp cuts that the bracts made on my grandfather’s hands
when he pulled the fluffy white balls of cotton .
Sun high and hot, he wiped a drop of blood from his fingers and drops of sweat from his brow.
“Crops gotta be picked.”
Acrid smells of stifling Northern steel mills replaced those fields.
Steel splattered crimson, sharp edges, massive machines, maiming,
mangling fingers.
Somehow I never missed them when I grasped his strong and gentle hands.

I run to his room and sit in his comfy chair
Noxzema, Spearmint , and Juicy Fruit, Old-Spice and Ben Gay live in the air ,
Envelope me like the crocheted throw on the back of the chair.
I smear the silvery white Noxzema on my cheeks
and over my whole face.
I smell and look just like Grandpa; reflecting his warm caramel colored eyes,
and smooth pecan tan cheeks.

His mammoth, circular mirror reflects his life:
me, his Farmer’s Almanac, worn Bible near his alarm clock.
His footlocker at the foot of his bed holds his perfectly lined shoes,
his shoe polish kit, and an old checkerboard.

I tear out of the back door, jumping down the steps,
to help Grandpa in his garden. It isn’t a chore, but a treat.
Grandpa is out back, making sure his transistor radio is loud enough
to hear ‘his’ Cleveland Indian baseball game.
I step past perfectly round cabbages and collards tall and deep green
In the backyard near the pear tree. I see Grandpa pulling spring onions and beets .
Long, cool cucumbers, okra and plump, sweet tomatoes , nestled in his basket,
where I place spearmint that I pulled for his sweet tea.
Quietly, expertly, coaxing the earth to yield to his touch,
he loosens dirt around the plant roots,
and I sprinkle them with water from my tin pail.
Regal morning glories boldly scale up the side of the garage,
spilling over the back fence into the neighbor’s yard.
Marigolds jiggle their bright golden heads in between herbs:
thyme, red clover, chives, garlic and a bush of rosemary.

Wherever there is dirt Grandpa plants something good.

A patch of strawberries lines edge the thin path along the driveway,
and suddenly we are in the front yard.
Plastic ducks border the stairs up to the front porch,
filled with scarlet geraniums, black eyed susans , and burgundy sun coleus.
Fragrant honeysuckle vines intertwine with the fruit heavy, sweet concord grape vines,
I appear, from the cool shady side of the house,
scratching around my mouth, embarrassed through the grape vines,
Grandpa laughs, seeing purple blotches of concord on my fingers and face.

The radio sputters and crackles the national anthem.
We put the tools in the garage and head for the large green porch swing.
The game has started; he looks off into the sky.
I suppose he is watching the game in his mind’s eye.
C-r-a-c-k-k-k of a hit from an Indians bat, my arm around his neck,
His face crinkles into a loving smile.

He takes his white handkerchief and holds it under the water spigot
wiping the sweet purple tint off , my sun bronzed face.
We sit on the swing and he pulls his pearl handled pocket knife out
and very carefully cuts a piece of sugar cane, and share’s its sweetness with me.

In Memory of My Grandpa, Willie Thomas Jr.

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Cigarette Butts, Poetry by Rebeccah Pope

Genre: Family

Cigarette Butts

My father made me.
Sculpted me out of the cigarette butts he & my mother left
outside the bar where they met.
Each butt falling,
& forming
their foundation.
into child after
child after child.
Children to sit at his feet.
Tugging at his heart
until he removed the strings.

By: Rebeccah Pope, 2016


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Tom Cat, Poetry by Barbara Anderson

Genre:Family, Love

Tom Cat by Barbara Anderson

As a child I loved to play, with the cats at home,
especially the ones that played with me all day long.
One day I was outside playing, when a Tom Cat
happened to stroll my way, “tom cat would you like to
play with me,” and this is what he said.
“I am Tom Cat and as you
know we’re wild as can be.
But for you my girl, since
you love us so much, I’ll
try to control myself.
I like to roam the
streets at night and
especially the alley, but
you my girl have to stay at
home so this is what I’ll do.
I’ll play with you in the day time when your parents
are at home. But be careful my girl, that you do not tell
them, that I’m not a domesticated cat.”
The little girl laughed then said, “that’s ok, Tom
Cat. I’ll play with you,” as long as you visit me each and
every day.


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Deadline August 25th – Family Screenplay Festival (Save $15)

A FilmFreeway preferred festival:

Family Films & Readings in 2015:
14 – Screenplays Performed
6 – Novels/Stories Performed
12 – Films Showcased at Festival
(Scroll down and watch winning performance videos)

Get your script and story performed by professional actors at the Family Festival. Get your Short Film showcased at the FEEDBACK Film Festival and get a audience video.

The #1 Family Festival and Contest in the World today!

– 0ffers screenwriters, novelists and storytellers at all levels the fantastic opportunity to hear their stories read aloud using TOP PROFESSIONAL ACTORS (see below for recent performance readings).

– Offers filmmakers to get their works showcased at the FEEDBACK Film Festival. Then the filmmaker will receive and audience reaction video on their film (see below for recent film festival videos)

– One of the best places in the world for the writers to sell their script and/or obtain and agent.

– No matter what happens, you will receive full feedback on your work by our established committee. No other place in the world will you get coverage for the price you pay.

– Even if you’re just looking for feedback of your work, this is the festival for you.

– It’s there for all to see. The proof is in the viewership. These videos garner 1000s of views online. Some of the screenplay readings are more popular than actual studio films made!

– We specialize in showcasing Family stories and making sure that when the work is ready, the writer will benefit by at least obtaining a solid agent.

The RULES are simple:

1. Write a story. Edit the heck out of it. .

2. Email your work to   in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, format. Or, if submitting your film, please send us a Vimeo or download link.

In the body in the email please add your:
– TYPE OF WORK (short film, TV script, Feature script, short script, novel, short story)
– (optional) and a 1-2 line synopsis of your story/film.

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