Category Archives: 1993

Summer Sunset

white crusted rocks o’er the streambed soaking up sun while pale green shoots of grass wave in the wind who talks of distant lands where mountains reach stretching to grasp the sky far away trees shriveled and bent yet even … Continue reading

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No More White Knights, ‘Cause Lancelot’s Gone

My Camelot was found – icy spiderweb dream walls turned solid and smooth with your kisses. Three times ’round a hand at my waist and my dreams came true. My knight arrived. Jack slew my giant and Prince Charming set … Continue reading

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Dancing

Spinner, look at me through twisted glass clearer than my mind. I see you looking in my window with your bright eyes and scarred face – or is that just the light? You spin like a spider with lies and … Continue reading

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For the Sake of Love (one act play)

Characters: Sonja Welsh – A delicate featured woman in her early thirties. She is caring, a little matronly, and the person who holds the family together. Amy Welsh – Sonja’s younger sister is a direct contrast. She is bitter and … Continue reading

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Coral Reef

He sought the yellowed sea that sighs in melancholy delight. Round and round the flame spins through the fog and night. And the weathered grey rock chortles in the hulabaloo and snickers and cracks as the waves creep through. The … Continue reading

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Dark Except the Moon

The night was dark except the moon and a single lonely star whose beams were brightly strewn over floor and maple escritoire. All was quiet on the death-still bed where the silent fingers of light crept, shining over her golden … Continue reading

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Horton’s Cemetery (a short one-act play)

Characters: Essie: The narrator. A slim, middle-aged woman with brown hair and eyes. She is caring and kind, but very distant. She is thirty years dead. John: A tall thin man of about twenty-nine. He is sensitive and emotional. He … Continue reading

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America, The Ugly

Only America could find people so deranged that beauty is found in the number of holes and rings poked through every part of their anatomy from ears, to nose, to navel, to nipples. Hair color ranges from purple to fire-engine … Continue reading

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Auditions (a five minute scene)

Time: The present – 4 o’clock in the afternoon, after school Place: Mr. Steffy’s room: a large classroom with a small stage on one side. (Elisa, Jen, and Brian are sitting in a small cluster and are discussing what is … Continue reading

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Russian Shoes

They were tattered and torn remnants of a century gone by. Once black, but now only an ancient scuffed brown, reminding one of an Indian’s cracked smile in the dust and dirt of the earth. The old and ugly shoes … Continue reading

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The Glass Eye

It was years ago, in that little New Hampshire town where I ran errands for old Miss West. She was an ancient, nasty spinster who wanted a kid on hand to do odd jobs for her. She was fat and … Continue reading

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Mirror

The tired group of four walked through the stinging sand towards the city. All were tired, hungry, and confused. Each of them had woken up in this dry deserted place, remembering nothing. They knew only that they had somehow found … Continue reading

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Waters

I sat on the metal bench and watched the melting red nails of dusk, tearing away at the flesh between day and night. The soft, docile waters of the lake reflected pink and orange hues as grey and yellow timbres; … Continue reading

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Squirrel From Hell

You may know this terror who runs throughout town his cunning and slyness is known all around. His claws are fast, his teeth are sharp, he has one beady eye, and when he scampers sweetly, he’s really on the fly … Continue reading

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