Romantically Apocalyptic Script
Characters: Captain, Sniper, Pilot and Skeleton
Setting: The ruins of a building, in the break room of an office. A skeleton is seated at a table with a half eaten sandwich on it.
-Water pipes can be heard leaking in the background along with the distant crowing of birds-
-Captain walks in and looks around. His hands are crossed behind his back, and his chin is lifted up as if he is conducting an inspection. Sniper and Pilot follow him into the break room. They make their way to the opposite side of the room. Captain slowly walks over to the table and sits next to the skeleton. He takes out a lunch box (preferably one brightly colored and new-looking) and leans back in his chair, as if exhausted. He speaks to the skeleton
Captain: Ah, rough day at work, eh?
-Pilot and Sniper stand behind Captain, though their faces are not shown, as the camera is solely fo
Romantically Apocalyptic S01Characters: Narrator (Voice), Captain, Sniper, Engineer, PilotRomantically Apocalyptic S015 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Locations: City street, Subway gate with dusty Baseball, Apartment Living-Room with Table, Risk Set and Deceased Rodent
The opening image depicts a city square fallen into decay and ruin, ravaged by the tides of nuclear war. In the midst of the city square, a man stands with his back to the camera, draped in a grey trench coat and an officer's cap on his skull. As the narrator speaks, the camera slowly zooms in on the back of his head.
Narrator: In the midst of a ruined city, forgotten by time, stands a lone figure. His real name is known to none but him, and even he may not remember it... To the men under his command, he is known simply as 'The Captain'.
The Captain turns, revealing the custom designed respirator and goggles on his face, and looks just above and behind the camera.
Captain: How many times must I tell you, stop narrating my life!
Narrator: Slightly unhinged, t
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"Hichigo, get up... we have to go to school..." Ichigo poked me in the side.
"I don't wanna..." I rolled over and put the pillow over my head.
"HICHIGO! GET UP!!!!" Ichigo pulled back the covers and tossed the pillow away.
"HEY! I was usin' tha'!" I grumbled and got up. I got into the uniform and sat at the table. Ichigo handed me the usual, cereal and strawberries. I shrugged and ate, not thinking much from this headache I have. She ate quietly and I shrugged it off, but when she still didn't talk, I got worried. 'What if I hurt her?' I thought. "Ichigo..."
"What?" Ichigo said, back to her cheerful self. "Is there something on my face?" She was confused and started wiping her mouth frantically. I just chuckled and pulled her hand away.
"The only thing on your face..." I started to say, then kissed her on the lips. "...was me."
"Let's get going before we are late for school." I said, standing. Ichigo stood too and we both left. When we got to the school,
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"ROXAS! ROXAS WHERE ARE YOU?" I called out, just waking up. "Come on, this isn't funny..."
"GOTCHA!" Roxas yelled as he jumped off the top of the bookcase and latched himself onto my neck. "Hi Dbk."
"Oh, Roxas..." I shook my head. "You are too cute for your own good..." I lifted him off of my neck and placed him on my shoulder. "What do you want to do today?"
"Umm... Cook?" Roxas suggested. I nodded and went for the kitchen, pulling out a mixing bowl, a spatula and other things.
"What should we make?"
"COOKIES!" Roxas shouted and I laughed. I pulled out all of the necessary ingredients and moved the bowl closer. Roxas peeked his head over the bowl. "This bowl could be a pool!" he exclaimed.
"It could, couldn't it?" I said and poured in some flour. I put in all the ingredients and started mixing it together.
"Can I try?" Roxas asked and I handed him the spoon and he walked around the edge to stir it. He lost his balance and fell straight into the batter. I laughed and
Don'tI don't want to know anymore,Don't5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind can't take it.
Stop the cavalry,
Halt the carnival,
Every one move slowly forwards,
One step at a time,
Hang up your phones,
Pause the film,
As the silence fills my mind,
As I disappear,
As I cease to be.
In My DreamsMy heart stops, I open my eyes.In My Dreams6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I'm in a world of subliminal messages.
You walk in the room
The lights look so dim
My soul feels a zoom
Am I not over him?
Two paths lie in front of me
Which one will I take?
The path filled with glee
Or the one that feels fake?
Face to face we have never been
I feel a sudden burst of lust
For you I would suffer in a den
'Till my soul would turn to dust
Shaking with fear, I know it's a sin
Until you leave the room with a powerful grin
You opened my mind, and who I am.
You offered your heart, soul, and spirit.
I don't know if I'm ready to take that yet
In the end, let's all smile and skip down the road
I just hope this won't end with a broken heart.
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I'm thinking about your heart
And how you tailored it to fit me.
I'm thinking about your eyes as I force myself to look at his.
Little specks against the wall that I could mindlessly sweep away
Like crumbs with the back of my hand.
Your eyes are stars.
They blink in the dark and light up when I look into them.
I'm thinking about your lips as I force myself to pay
Attention to what's sliding out of his.
A throat hit by the fingers of Chopin.
I will never admit your voice
Like the cold sleet of November
Makes my ears want to fold as summer flowers do.
Because your voice makes the coloured leaves
Drop beside my own dying petals
And I feel like a part of something beautiful.
I'm thinking about the skin that covers your cheekbones
As I try to say something that will cause his to darken.
But I'm beginning to think they came frozen in a bag.
Your cheeks are windows.
They fog when I breathe too closely and roll up to retain the warmth.
I'm thinking about your laugh as I re
Monologue of a Lost GeniusAlong these streets, these confused alleys suffering a forced intercourse of asphalt and blood and sweat and tears; along these streets the children can be heard crying from the windows, their heads tilted back in starved sorrow as the night glares down at them with the contempt of a hanged mother. But the broken necked angels whose best intentions led to malicious outcomes as the will never know the scorn of the eve, the cries of the children or the gravestone faces of a world gone cold with anticipation of what would truly be an easy euthanasia.Monologue of a Lost Genius5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I walk around each night observing these things, not as a profession, but more as a hobby. I see all of this shame and pain and fear with a scrutinizing eye, an eye that offers no sympathy but understands fully the path that the roads lead us to. This town is an egg. It holds you in so tightly and warm, safe from the world outside, where you can either stay until it lets you free, or escape and burn in the searing reality that lies
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or maybe i do but i just haven't realize it yet.
"honey, can you please tell
me what you need."
"hot chocolate would be nice with
those little white marshmallows."
"okay, i can do that."
"i hope you can."
it's a miracle to me he hasn't died on my watch yet
but i expect he will if i don't do something soon.
"shouldn't you eat? i mean
you haven't ate anything
so far today."
"i think soup would be good."
"of course. right. is chicken
noodle soup okay?"
"it's the only soup i know
how to make."
he's been sleeping for three hours now. i try to not
to think that he could go into a coma at any second.
"hey, you awake?"
"i think i should check
if you have a fever."
"i'm pretty sure i do
so let me sleep it off."
"oh my god. oh my god.
oh my fucking god!-"
"i need to call 911!"
"sweetie, you really do
not need to do that."
after being reassured he is not going to die
She Doesn't Talk To MeI think of her wheneverShe Doesn't Talk To Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mail is shoved under our
Door and my roommate
Throws it at me nonchalantly
(he doesn't have anything
He's waiting for)
I think of her when
The stars come out
Like they did on that
I think of her when
The leaves turn all the
Colors of her hair
I think of her when
Are passed around
(she never drank,
But she always had the
And candy showers from
The white houses
(she was a witch, a mermaid, a fairy, a gypsy, a genie, a flapper, a housewife, the woman from Titanic, a devil, an angel- to me she was
I think of her when
(she always caught it
In her palms)
When Secret Santa comes
(she never forgot to get me a gift)
I think of her when
I sip coffees with another girl,
I think of her when I kiss
A girl that's
Not her on midnight of
Another year I haven't heard
From her, I think
Of her when the other girl's
Layers come off and I come to
And all I can think when I
Wake and see her bare,
Bleach-Hichigo-Ichigo-Boredom"Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke......"Bleach-Hichigo-Ichigo-Boredom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"QUIT POKING ME, HICHIGO!!!!!"
"Aww... but I'm bored..."
"I don't care! Go find something to do!"
"But I am doing something, King..."
"Something besides poking me!"
"Aww... King's no fun..." Hichigo got off of the bed and walked out of the room, letting the other teen finish his homework. It was about an hour before Ichigo decided to check on his 'too quiet' hollow, which meant one thing... trouble. He got down the stairs and heard a crash, and he ran to the hallway, but before entering the main room, Hichigo came out, glaring at Ichigo with a threatening look.
"What was that? What are you doing in there?" Ichigo tried to look over Hichigo's shoulder to see what was going on, but Hichigo just smirked and kept on blocking Ichigo's view.
"No. ya ain't allowed ta see." Hichigo shut the door with his hand then proceeded to push Ichigo u
Never Loved, Never Suffered.To the one I love,Never Loved, Never Suffered.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I'm writing to you,
but I feel like I need to.
I'm feeling like I'm never feeling,
like I'm never loving.
All these years,
all these problems,
not my own,
flowing in and out of my ears,
and I sit and listen,
and now it feels like all the pain,
all the suffering I ever should've felt,
all this love I ever should've felt,
comes and attacks me all at once.
and now I need to endure it.
What a Poem Should BeA poem should be new,What a Poem Should Be5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
CutA cutCut5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for every tear you've shed
for every sad look in your eye
for every time you wish you could die
because it should be me instead
because you deserve better than me
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"And what will you get in return?" Baroness Lillian asked the woman affront her trusting her completely.
"I have quite a lot of money, I can afford to pay you" The lady said, almost desperate, scrambling to make the only person who was ever kind to her stay.
The (hair color) demon had always been good at finding a person, so desperate for attention and waiting for the lowest part in their life so far to make them an offer.
the fourteen year old baroness's father had left to france, met a woman who he married and later sent Lillian a message that he would be staying with her for two years.
that was four years ago, The (hair color) woman had approached her on the third year, a year after he was supposed to be back.
After that Lady Lillian had waited by the window for two
DON'TDon't tell meDON'T5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your decisions have defined who you are.
that you're not good enough,
that i'm not me anymore,
that we're too different
to hold hands and be the same.
I've held our seconds
close to my heart,
and have carved our memories
in the diamonds you have blessed me with
along the way.
I watched in silence
and bore it all for you.
So don't tell me,
you are too far gone
That you and our moments
were a mistake.
I carry that mistake on my banner.
A defense stronger
than a shield and sword.
Her Lips too SwelledHer lips too swelled with kissesHer Lips too Swelled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until the whispers break the day
And steal her heart away
I felt its phantom beat
Beneath my fingertips
Where once her chest was laid
When summer's sweetest song
Dared to lure my love away,
Far beyond my reaches
To where I dare not say
Love laid longing
Across the days
To stretch with all my sorrow
Till dear Phantom Heart
Laid mine to rest
With sweet repose of memory
Nameif this town weren't so busyName5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd stand on the rooftop of
the tallest tower,
and as the clock strikes
twelve, chiming each hour,
i'd shout your name,
scream your name
until my lungs run dry.
but then the chiming would
end, and i would climb
back down and
cry my heart out,
your name barely escaping my lips
in whispers between each tear.
that's what i'd do.
kiss me to sleepshe has sunkissed lipskiss me to sleep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and porcelain skin; her hair
hanging at her waist.
the window opens;
a dash of sunlight welcomes her,
whispers of good morning.
alas, the rain falls down;
such glass-like eyes
of what has never been.
he easily manipulates
with such a voice
that even from afar she yearns for;
her heartstrings weaved
around his fingertips.
and again rainclouds clash,
thunder against thunder,
cloud against wind:
she never knew
this kind of pain.
but, she never knew this kind
Sebastian X Reader 4The garden in the morning was fresh with dew, and you inhaled the fresh smells. You almost couldn't help phasing into a cat and rolling around in the soft and springy emerald grass. You restrained yourself, and made your way toward the rose gardens. Roses were your favorite. You trailed your finger of a bright red one. Its petal was as soft silk, and its color was as bright as blood. You leaned over and sniffed the fresh scent. If flowers could be ripe, these would be in perfect condition.Sebastian X Reader 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, Miss! Just who are you?" someone called to you.
You turned to see the young gardener staring at you from across the yard. You smiled and waved energetically. He shyly waved back, still not knowing who you were. You walked briskly over to see Finny.
"Hello, I'm sure you don't remember me, but I'm ______ ______. I met you a couple of months ago," you introduced.
He cocked his head to the side like a puppy, his bright blue eyes full of confusion. Something sparked in his eyes