Conscientious

(1 enters the doorway. Seems chipper and excited, if not a bit nervous. DEVIL and ANGEL approach) ANGEL: O.M. Gosh! How did it go? DEVIL: Yeah my man! How was it? 1: Good. I think it went well. DEVIL: What makes you think that? 1: She laughed at my joke about the porcupine DEVIL: Like […]

Sunset

Int. Semi furnished apt. Boxes scattered. Old photos, kooky knickknacks, pieces of happy past moments line the room. We see 1 seated. Waiting. The dialog is slowed by the molasses of recent discourse. Knock 1: Knock knock 1: Knock. Knock. 1 stands and opens the door. 2: hey! 1: hi!… They embrace. It’s unpleasant for […]

Pirates Don’t Cry

At a fancy pirate a show, once, a small young lad did go. He sat up front, in the row marked “one”, he thought that he might have some fun. You see the boy was sad that day; pirates might put his tears at bay. But before a single line was spoken, the boy’s steadfast […]

The Diamond Ring: A Bedtime Story 

One upon a time, there was a beautiful diamond ring. He lived in a display case with other rings,necklaces , and trinkets. The shop owner was always kind and helpful. Routine check ups, cleanings, and a cushy place to lay all day while everyone admired you. It was a posh life for the diamond ring. […]

The Farmhand and the Flower: a Bedtime Story

In a dark patch of forest far far away there grows a flower. But this is no ordinary flower. It’s been said that few who roam the wood will ever find it. But to those lucky few who spot it’s petals peeking through the surrounding foliage, a power awaits them. For you see if this […]

Baggage

Baggage 1: I just want to 2: Why can’t you just 1&2: Let go 1: I hate this feeling like I can’t 2: Move. Just leave. Get out. 1: I never meant to 2: Hurt me. All you ever did was hurt me. How can you expect me to 1: Get over it. It’s just […]

The Hurting Boy: A Bedtime Story

But even though sometimes he got into trouble, he was a normal little boy. Or so they thought. When the little boy started to grow up into a man things began to change. The little boy started to like girls. But whenever he would try to hug them or hold hands the little girls would scream in pain and run away. You see: this little boy hurt people.

What We Had

Lights up. ALAN sits impatiently at a table. After a few awkward seconds, enter BETH. ALAN: Hey! BETH: Hey! They embrace and then sit. ALAN: So, it’s been a while… BETH: Yeah… ALAN: So how’s life? We rarely talk anymore. BETH: It’s good! Great actually and you? ALAN: You know. Moving along. The two then […]

Resolute

Andrew: Remember when we were in 4th grade and they were teaching us about old gods and goddesses? I don’t remember many of those stories anymore, but the one I do remember is Prometheus; the guy who stole fire from the gods. Kind of like a badass Jack and the beanstalk. Have you ever listened […]