January 2010
8 posts
"Forever and Ever" Act One Scene Three
SCENE THREE LIGHTS UP ON TWO SEPARATE ENTRYWAYS INTO TWO SEPARATE HOUSES. ABOUT ONE WEEK AFTER D-DAY. ONE IN CROWN HEIGHTS (MRS. HARKNESS, JOHN’S MOTHER), ONE IN MANHATTAN (LAURIE NOBLE, EDWARD’S FIANCÉ). THE CROWN HEIGHTS PLACE IS DECORATED NICELY WITH MANY PICTURES AND OBJECTS, BUT IS NOT A HOUSE OF MONEY. THE MANHATTAN HOUSE IS NOT OF MONEY EITHER, BUT IS DECORATED SPARSELY, AS IF THE FAMILY...
"Forever and Ever" Act One Scene Two
SCENE TWO LIGHTS BARELY UP ON THE OCEAN FLOOR, A FEW DAYS AFTER SCENE ONE. THE STAGE IS EMPTY, BUT LIT BLUE TO GIVE THE IMPRESSION OF A COLD OCEAN. THE SCENE COULD BE PLAYED IN FRONT OF THE CURTAIN WHILE SET CHANGE HAPPENS. FROM OFFSTAGE, WE HEAR JOHN AND KOVACS.
KOVACS (off stage) No! I told you, I don’t care.
JOHN (off stage) Oh come on! What is one little guess going to do? KOVACS AND...
"Forever and Ever" Act One Scene One
ACT ONE. SCENE ONE. LIGHTS RISE ON OMAHA BEACH, FRANCE. A FEW DEAD SOLDIERS LIE STREWN ACROSS THE STAGE. IN THE DISTANCE, THE SOUNDS OF BATTLE ARE HEARD: SHOUTS, SCREAMS, GUN AND ARTILLERY FIRE, AND CRIES. A SOLDIER, SGT. EDWARD KOVACS, CHARGES ACROSS STAGE BUT IS SHOT DOWN JUST OFFSTAGE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE AND DIES. TWO BEATS PASS, AND KOVACS RISES AND RE-ENTERS, NOW A GHOST. KOVACS What the...
I am a man stuck in a makeup store
Short Scene "Video Game"
LIGHTS ON…THE INSIDE OF A VOLCANO. EPIC FIGHT MUSIC PLAYS. SMOKE BILLOWS FROM CRACKS, AND THE HEAT LOOKS IMMENSE. A STONE PATH LEADS TO A LARGE CIRCLE OF STONE, WHERE THE CHARACTER AND THE MONSTER ARE BATTLING. BOTH LOOK LIKE A MEDIEVAL ERA ADVENTURE GAME. OVER THIS, WE HEAR THE CLICKING OF A VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER.
CHARACTER
Hiyah!!!
CHARACTER SWINGS HIS SWORD AND MISSES.
MONSTER
You...
"Forever and Ever" Prologue
Prologue
LIGHTS UP ON OMAHA BEACH, FRANCE. EARLY SPRING 2007. A LIGHT FOG SITS ON THE HORIZON, AND THE SKY IS OVERCAST. LIGHT SOUNDS OF THE OCEAN, COMING IN FROM LOW TIDE, FILL THE SCENE. A FRENCH COUPLE WALK HAND IN HAND ALONG THE BEACH. FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STAGE, ANDREW HARKNESS ENTERS, WALKING ALONG THE BEACH. HE IS A BIT WORSE FOR WEAR, AFTER HIKING ALONG THE BEACH ALL DAY AND ...
Upcoming Posts
Hello! It has been a while. Now that school is over, I think I will try to do more posts here, starting with posting scenes I wrote in playwriting class, and the short play I wrote, which will be posted one scene at a time.
Up next:
Forever and Ever , Prologue
December 2009
2 posts
Running running running run leap land. Call out then shoot. Dodge plead run leap fall. Run leap land look. SAFE sorry. Call out. Look sad goodbye. Drop.
Hello. Hi. Sorry. Stop. No. Can we talk sometime I miss you. I do not know I remember. I remember. Why? I am sorry so so sorry. Please please. Yes. Hello. Hello. (embrace) (fade) (end)
July 2009
25 posts
Snatch and Grab (cont.)
His eyes bulged out with fear, to which the little girl returned with a look of confusion. Nothing in the ball would have been necessarily lethal, but it would most definitely hurt both of them being that close to the blast, not to mention the temporary blindness and loss of hearing it was designed to cause. Alex knew that he very much needed his vision and hearing to make it out alive.
Not...
Snatch and Grab (cont.)
Alex took a deep breath and started his plan. He reached into his right pocket while checking his left. He removed his hand and looked at the golf ball sized black sphere. It had some decent weight for its size, and considering the wiring and light explosive inside, it was not surprising. Alex pressed down the small button and walked towards the desk. At about halfway, he released the button...
Snatch and Grab
An attempt to use a previous dream of mine as a starting point for a story. ( see corresponding post: http://wwwebb.tumblr.com/post/141529110/possible-future-story-idea ) For the time being, I like the general plot I have going, though I will probably end up changing the title. Like “Heat”, I will be posting chunks of this story as I write them.
Alex stepped through the doorway of...
The Teenage Crybaby
seanoneal:
Teenagers… I’m one of them but I do not come even close to the personality criteria required to be a teenager. To be a teenager, you have to be annoying as shit, you have to hate your parents, you have to be a poser, you have to do bad in school, and you have to be a crybaby. I am none of the above. I come to school daily to witness the life of these magnificent creatures. When I...
“Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally...”
– Aldous Huxley - “Vedanta for the Western World”
Heat (cont.)
The road was desolate and depressing. A single crow pecked at something along the side of the road, trying to get some miniscule piece of food out of scraps. It feebly hopped out of the was as I drove by.
The crows were often the only living things ever seen outside of the homes anymore, especially during the heat waves. Unfortunately, the heat waves happened so frequently and lasted so long...
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at,...”
– Joan Didion
Heat (cont.)
The car door felt hot enough to cook an egg. The interior was no better, if not infinitely worse. When the door opened, the blast of hot air almost knocked me over.
“Shit.”
I stingily reached inside and turned on the car and rolled the windows down. There wasn’t enough gas to run the A.C. (even if there was any fluid left), so I had with simply running the fans on cool to...
Heat (cont.)
Finding little sorrow or sympathy from my…adoring…family, I set out on my journey. I didn’t know what to expect, but i knew that failure was not an option. The sanity and livelihood of my family rested in my hands.
Try Something.
(copied from my personal journal)
I read, and I wonder. I think about the world and what is happening. People are told to do something for the world, but how many do? It feels so simple sometimes, that you could think it impossible that so much is left undone. I am not calling for a revolution. I am not V. I am simply am writing for the sake of writing. My thoughts are here in an almost...
Possible future story idea? →
I occasionally have interesting dream that range from simple to completely batshit crazy. Maybe I could turn this into a short story.
Heat (cont.)
I stepped out of the shade, and was immediately punished. My shirt stuck to me with a steadily increasing layer of sweat, as my body tried desperately to dissipate the heat. I turned back toward my family, and gave them a look that I could only hope relayed my suffering.
I got no such sympathy back from them.
Nighttime Poetry
Came to me minutes before falling asleep last night. Scribbled it down on paper first.
Good night, dark night
The day will come soon.
I lie on the left, with you
On my right,
But I’ve imagined it: You’re not in this room.
*sadface*
Heat (cont.)
They seemed to enjoy flaunting their light clothing, while some of us secretly wished for clothing that light.
Heat
The heat fired down on us from the sun like a cannon. The men sweat while the women enjoy the luxury of less clothes to wear.
Genius Movie Idea #1
A man walks along the street and spies a playing card. He picks it up and decides to keep it. Only problem: It is the personal playing card of THE DEVIL! Hilarity, Drama, Sex, and Action ensues
DUN DUN DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
“Live for nothing, or die for something. Your Call.”
– John Rambo, Rambo (2008)
Don’t have anything to put up here right off...