Sundays - Season 1 (Web Series)
Created by Forrest Naylor
Written & Directed by Forrest Naylor
A Fog Line Films Production
Song: Moby - blackroom

Sundays is a web series about a small Northern California coastal village and the eclectic medley of characters who call it home. It’s about the stories that originate from within the old sea weathered Victorian and Edwardian homes that make up this secluded village perched on the craggy bluffs of a moody ocean. Stories played out on a tiny sailboat moored in a salty harbor. Stories viewed through cracks in the wood of old barns. Sometimes the lives in these stories intertwine, while others take off on a path of unpredictability, leaving drama, comedy and romance in wake. But the only true way to describe Sundays is through the characters inhabiting it. So come with me and I’ll show you around…

69 BLUFF ST. That’s where Harley lives. Although he probably wouldn’t be living there if it wasn’t for his dead grandma. That was her death present to him. He accepted her gift with slight reservation, since it meant leaving New York where he’s been struggling to make it as a writer and musician for the last twenty years. How would he deal with the isolation? Well, the enticing yet somewhat bizarre experiences he’s been having with women upon his return whence he grew up, has answered that question.

B DOCK SLIP 13. That’s where Mazzy’s boat is buoyed. That’s where she lives. She loves her cozy little boat nestled in the foggy harbor. She’s such a Sundays’ girl. Born and raised at the end a country dirt road bordered by crooked old fences and blackberry bushes. Beautiful and sweeter than honey, Mazzy. She’s not even aware of how heavenly she is. But Chapter, Mazzy’s closest friend since childhood, is.

16 BLACKBERRY LANE. Chapter has never lived anywhere else. He doesn’t really care to either. After all, he has such fond memories everywhere he turns on his family’s property. That old barn by the apple orchard is where he first kissed Mazzy and subsequently fell in love. He’s been in love ever since. God, he hates Molly. Why did she have to move back here and ruin everything?

42 CASPAR RD. That’s where Molly’s rents her room in that large Victorian on the corner. She never thought she would be living in this secluded village again. She hated it when her parents moved her here when she was a teenager, and vowed never to come back when she bolted to the city at the age of eighteen. But six years apparently wasn’t long enough to erase the magnetism she feels for Mazzy.

127 DRIFTWOOD DRIVE. The Brown family’s home. Oscar Brown, the man househusband of the house, might not be the most perfect husband in the world, but he kicks ass as a Dad. For all the laundry, cleaning and shuffling the kids around he does, you would think his wife Chelsea might be a little more appreciative. And maybe he’d be a little more perfect if Chelsea looked at him the way the other moms do at Riley and Francis’ school.

Chelsea on the other hand doesn’t really feel the need to shower Oscar with praise for these simple domestic chores. After all, if it wasn’t for her getting up at the crack of dawn and going to a real job, listening to couples on the brink of divorce bitch and moan about each other’s shortcomings, then he wouldn’t have the luxury to be a stay at home dad.

Riley loves it that her Dad is home when she gets back from school. She thinks he’s the coolest Dad ever. The only issue is his culinary skills are rather limited. She likes how nice he is to all of her friend’s moms, always talking to them on the phone for hours, arranging play dates he tells her. She loves her Mom just as much, even though she gets agitated so easily, but understands because she works a lot.

Francis’ whole life has changed since discovering girls. He seldom has time for other thoughts. If it wasn’t for his meddlesome sister Riley, he would have even more time to explore his ever growing curiosity. And what was once a manageable obsession, has accelerated tenfold ever since the alluring Russian named Nadia has come to live with them.

Nadia had no notion that her life would turn out like this. It isn’t that she’s not grateful to Chelsea for finding her in the airport that tragic day and taking her home. She just had other plans. Instead of the wife to her American fiancé, she’s now the live-in chef for the Browns. But Nadia’s responsibilities don’t end there. She’s the keeper of secrets. And the biggest secret she keeps, is her own.

37 OSPREY DRIVE. George and Tabitha’s house. George one day went from walking to life in a wheelchair, and his wife Tabitha has been haunted by guilt ever since. And even though George speaks the contrary, he holds her responsible too. And the anxiety he has felt since that life altering day, has caused him to go to the gravest extents to keep his wife. Even if it means enlisting the help of a stranger.

Tabitha has regretted satisfying that long requested fantasy ever since their tumble off the roof. What was she thinking? Was it really so important to risk such fate? Too late now though. Now she needs to spend the rest of her life alleviating her guilt by caring out whatever crazy whim George may have. She can at least do that for him, after the calamity she brought to his life.

9 LILY LANE. A woman in a window lives in that house. Oh how she loves enchanting Harley from her upstairs bedroom window. Feeling the power a hypnotist, and immersing herself in her role of a magician of sexual seduction. She’s an enigma that keeps Harley coming back for more, longing to solve her mystery. But unbeknownst to Harley, the woman in the window has another agenda.

CLUB ABRA CADABRA. Lillian, a theatrical bar owner resides here. She’s not crazy. Just a little different. She’s quite engaging actually, if you can dismiss the fact that it seems like she can look right through you and see the thoughts you believed were only heard by you. She’s quite harmless though, and means well. Just be careful of what you think around her.

I hope you’ll like it here. Maybe you’ll even fit in. There is always room for more. Or maybe you prefer the anonymity of hiding behind your computer screen. A voyeur into the window of this little secluded village called Sundays. Whatever your means of attendance… Welcome.

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