Death of a PlaywrightSETTING: We are in the Writer’s study, which contains a desk with computer, two or three chairs, several bookshelves, and an overflowing trash can. There is a window either behind the desk or beside it.Death of a Playwright
AT RISE: The Writer is sitting at the desk with his elbows on the surface and head in hands. He is shaking his head from side to side, but never looking up from the desktop.
FRIEND (enters) Hey, how’s the play coming?
WRITER (without looking up) It’s not. I’m completely braindead.
FRIEND How far have you gotten?
WRITER (He p
The Ghost HuntI knew something was up the moment I came in the door Friday afternoon. Dad was more excited than he had any right to be, which he chose to manifest in the form of excessive attention paid to me. I stepped into the house and he swooped down upon me in the terrifying way that he has, all hugs and smiles and inquires about my day. I slipped off as fast as I could, escaping into the sanctuary of my room where I could think about the looming problem logically. On a normal day I would come home to nothing but the sound of static as my Dad tried desperately to discern the ghostly voices of departed souls on various recordings. This kind of enthusiaThe Ghost Hunt
Stunning MiseryThe rain falls, Collides with sand— Or is it tears? The sky is crying, All alone, Lost in stunning misery.Stunning Misery
Her teardrops crash Into his hands. He is the land, the world below, Wishing he could comfort her. Alas, he knows he cannot live Without her stunning misery.
FearsomeThe tiger crouches to the ground Eyeing her prey so carefully She readies herself, and then She strikes! A fearsome blur of teeth and claws Her prey caught unawares. But then she screams And fights with air As something lifts her up, Plops her down onto the floor And starts to stroke her fur. The tiger, feeling most relieved She rolls onto her back Exposing soft, white belly Flecked with small, grey spots Her captor smiles and rubs the fluff But the tiger always knows Eight pounds is just a number, And she is always tough.Fearsome
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