Blind and Broken - a play(Lights up. The stage is dim except for a light center stage, where there is a single chair with the WOMAN sitting in it. She is sitting very seriously, if slightly solemn. Her eyes are closed and remain closed until otherwise stated.)Blind and Broken - a play2 years ago in Drama More Like This
WOMAN: Noises. They were all that I could sense. There was nothing else but noises. Sounds, sirens, screams…laughter. Those were the only things registering in my mind, in my head. The smell of blood was long gone, though I knew it was still there; the feeling of warmth had vanished; and everything was dark. At least, that part can be explained—my eyes were shut tight. For what reason, I can only speculate…I was not a part of this, am not a part of this. I was an observer…a victim. Yet, somehow, I was an accomplice. I didn’t want to see it, in the end, though.
I don’t know how long I had been standing there, hands held behind me by what should had been cold metal cuffs, though I had no feeling of them
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Training RP Extra 2ÿþNor: With the last training day pretty much finished, there was nothing to do until the interviews the following day. He couldn't sleep, and he didn't feel like eating. He didn't even feel like sitting still in District 3's luxury apartment - Wiress' twitchy presence just transferred onto him and made him anxious, so he made his way to the top of the Training Centre for a breath of fresh air. He stood with his hands grasping the barrier, his knuckles turning white as the only indicator of his anxiety. Okay... this fresh air was barely helping.Training RP Extra 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Caffeine: Who could ever want to sleep on an evening like this? Everything was progressing so rapidly. In a dim corner, he casually leaned against a wall as if admiring the view while periodically sipping from a brilliantly green mug filled with coffee. Caffeine may not be in the family business, but he strove to endorse it. The sight was dazzling. One couldn't look out on the triumph that was the Capitol without feeling pride at bein