Joel Plue is a Producer/Writer whose work includes Silent
But Deadly, starring Jason Mewes, William Sadler and
Jordan Prentice; as well as Mineville, starring Paul
Sorvino, William Sadler and ABC's Nick Wechsler. Joel has
appeared on several National Television shows such as MTV's
TRL, Nick News, Hardcopy and Talk Soup. Joel is
the CEO and Founder of Plue Entertainment, Inc., an independent
production company/distributor which will be producing The
Fallen Kingdom and Antarctica.
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|Every night before she tucks young
Jacob into bed, his mother reads to Jacob from a peculiar book
of fairytale creatures. While listening to the stories Jacob
will truly part the text and go on many adventures with his
newfound fairytale friends on a quest to find the land of the
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||After witnessing the slaughter of her
village at the hands of the German Soldiers, little Anya must
escape and journey alone across the frozen Russian tundra
through a blizzard of epic proportion. Starving and slowly
freezing to death, Anya will struggle to separate hallucination
from reality. Each day presents a greater obstacle and another
lesson learned in survival. She will be forever changed by her
circumstance and the stranger that she will meet along the way.
Word Count: 21500
Pages to Print: 80
File Format: PDF
The Journey Home Print! (ISBN #978-1-61950-202-4)
“The Garden Gnomes,” Jacob’s mother began, reading aloud from a
most peculiar book of fairy tales.
“Gnomes?” asked Jacob.
His mother continued, “Garden gnomes are known to be very
sneaky, pesky little creatures. They spend their time tending to
gardens and playing tricks on helpless human beings.”
His mother read on until Jacob slowly drifted off to sleep. She
carefully placed the book on the bedside table, pulled the
blankets gently around her son and then bent to kiss him softly
on the forehead. At the door, she reached to turn down the
lights and paused sadly to look about Jacob’s room, making note
of the various medical equipment sustaining her son’s life. She
quietly exited the room, leaving the door open to hear him in
case he needed her in the night.
Jacob’s mother walked to the kitchen where her husband sat at
the table, staring blankly into his cup of coffee. She placed
her hand comfortingly on his shoulder. Looking up with
tear-filled eyes, he spoke in a low tone, “I can’t believe his
illness has progressed this quickly.”
Jacob’s parents continued to talk softly to one another. Their
voices trailed off through the hallway and into Jacob’s room
where the boy lay asleep in his bed.
Suddenly, Jacob’s eyes opened. Had he heard something? He was
astonished to see a little garden gnome standing at his window,
looking in at him. Unable to believe his eyes, Jacob closed them
tightly. When he reopened them, the gnome was no longer there.
Feeling relieved with the thought that it was just his mind
playing tricks on him, Jacob leaned back against his pillow,
staring up at the ceiling.
Moments later, tiny footsteps scurried across the bedroom floor.
Jacob squinted about the darkened room, focusing on the foot of
the bed. The little gnome he’d seen at the window was now
standing there, staring him directly in the face. Startled,
Jacob let out a yell. The gnome quickly retreated under the bed.
Jacob looked around the room, wondering why his parents hadn’t
come running in to check on him.
After hesitating for a moment, Jacob cautiously looked under his
bed and to his relief, saw no sign of the creature. Jacob raised
back up, moving to the center of the bed. Almost immediately, he
felt a tapping on his shoulder, followed by the small,
high-pitched voice of the gnome. “Um . . . excuse me.”
Jacob and the Gnome
|The Journey Home
In the years prior to the German invasion of Russia, Sasha
Zarkova, his wife Tatiana and their young daughter Anya were
living happily in their tenement home in Moscow. In the summer
months they would travel far from the city to stay with Anya’s
grandparents at their cabin in the woods.
Deep in the forests surrounding Moscow, there lived a man named
Nikolai Vitrovich and his young daughter Marilyn. Nikolai had
lost his wife in a tragic accident some years prior and had
become a bit of a recluse. Equipped with tremendous survival
skills and a vast knowledge of the wilderness, Nikolai imparted
these skills to his daughter, and the two lived quite simply and
In June of 1941 without cause and in direct violation of the
peace treaty between Germany and the Soviet Union, the German
forces began their assault on Russia. It did not take long for
the Nazis to advance and conquer Moscow, slaughtering some six
hundred, fifty thousand souls and forever changing the lives of
the Vitrovich and Zarkova families.
Footsteps in the Snow
All around Nikolai’s small cabin, the cold wind whistled long
and low, eerily beckoning, or perhaps warning anyone foolish
enough to venture outside. The blinding white snow had fallen
heavily for days, coating the tall pines and creating an absence
of color and variation in the landscape. It would be nearly
impossible for anyone to navigate this terrain. Inside the
cabin, Nikolai sat alone in his living room, upright in an old
wooden chair. He stared blankly into the hearth where a once
roaring fire had burned.
The few smoldering embers that remained barely illuminated his
face, revealing a pensive expression and eyes filled with
sadness. Nervously, he twisted the grey hair that had grown long
around his temples. He questioned the decision he had made, and
now contemplated the outcome of the perilous journey that lay
before him. With trembling hands, Nikolai slowly raised a small
cup to his lips and finished the remainder of his tea. His
breath billowed visibly as it mingled with the cold air in the
Nikolai stood slowly and walked to the fireplace. He set his cup
down and retrieved a photo of his young daughter, Marilyn. He
recalled the day it was taken and the purple dress and blue hair
ribbon she’d worn. Nikolai held the picture to his chest, then
kissed the frame and said to himself with conviction, “I will
never stop until I find you,” and with that vow, he placed the
photo into his pocket.
Nikolai banked the coals to the back of the fireplace, covering
the last few embers and creating a long thin trail of smoke.
Night was fast approaching as he hurried to gather the items he
needed for his journey. His favorite hunting knife, which he
secured to his belt. A satchel, in which he placed one flat iron
pan, a thin rope, a flint, some dried meat, and a fresh loaf of
bread. Nikolai cinched his boots tightly, bundled himself with a
large fur coat and placed a Russian hunter’s hat upon his head.
He paused for a moment to take a mental inventory of the home he
was about to leave, and then with an audible sigh he stepped out
into the cold night air. Nikolai stood on the porch allowing his
eyes to adjust to the odd juxtaposition of blinding white snow
against a pitch black sky. He shuddered as he thought about the
long and uncertain journey ahead of him. Nikolai took a deep
breath and forged on away from the safety of his home, across
the frozen meadow and into the deep woods leaving nothing behind
but a trail of footprints in the snow.
The Journey Home