my play.

[gentlegiant]

hullo. im writing a humorous play called "POPULARITY FOR THE ANONNYMOUS", its, about two people trying to do this play, but they keep messing up and starting over and over and...yeah

 

[GodFlute2]

Lol. Sounds interesting.

 

[heron]

I like the title.

 

[Lycana]

Sounds funny. Any chance of reading some of it?

 

[gentlegiant]

the play starts out...um...
offstage:the sound of a weeping woman, she enters,..
(oops gotta go, get the rest later lol.)

 

[Taf]

I'm into plays, and think yours sounds good.

 

[gentlegiant]

thanx taf, i shall get it on here once i transfer it to this computer

 

[TheOneandOnlySummerTime]

I'm going to write a play too (I think) It's still in its very early stages, It's probably going to be called Damatris , you can read briefly her story in the book of Acts she was a philosopher in Athens until Paul came through, then she left and followed him, the cool thing is that they had built an alter in Athens to "the un-known God" I am going to play it like she was always drawn to this alter, it will be very philosophical and will delve deeply into the human psyche.

 

[Taf]

Okay, Cool, I'll be waiting! lol

 

[Lycana]

Sounds really cool!

 

[TheOneandOnlySummerTime]

Thank you..oh and I had a spelling error the before mentioned Dematris, is actually Demaris

 

[TheOneandOnlySummerTime]

Hey this is an exerpt from a monoluge delivered by Damaris to herself while looking at her refelction....it is VERY rough as there is no stage directions or even alot of editing...it is only a random section of the play...but any constructive criticism would be Great! thanks.


I see my-self.
And in the clear, still pool,
My body is strong, the skin on my face seems to hold
an un-deniable proof of my existence
An agonizing paradox when held against the translucency
of my soul.


My broad shoulders, my steady hands.....LIARS!
Why do you not appear, disfigured, and maimed!

Why does the skin not hang off the frame of my hands in ghastly shreds!
Why do my shoulders not sag grotesquely twisted and sallow!

It is as though you mock my pain...telling me that all I feel is a lie,
Your beautiful configurations Arguing viciously against my inward agony

Why do you not show the signs of my Death!

(raises knife as though to cut away at her flesh, then
slowly lowers it again.)

And yet I submit my-self to your Authority, For the sake of my existence
I too will believe your lies...(smiles)... So lie well.

 

[gentlegiant]

cool.....sounds awesome....

 

[swatchyoself]

i love your play

 

[darlajenkins]

I am writing a play too. I should make a website for Christian playwrights. We need more of us!~~~

 

[gentlegiant]

yeah!
if u do, lemme know the website.

 

[gentlegiant]

id like a website...
i hope to be a famous writer...
i like writing songs too...
and im trying to write some books.

 

[gentlegiant]

here is the prelude of my play.:

Popularity for the Anonymous.

A play on…something.

By: ME.

Prelude:

(sad music plays, the sound of a woman sobbing…

JOYCE enters from UR, sobbing.)

JOYCE: Oh! Why?! Why me?

(Sound of laughter comes from LS…JOHN enters UL, slapping knee, chuckling. Both JOYCE and JOHN cross to CS. They each go quiet. Then-)

(both, in unison): Oh! Am I doing it wrong?

(JOHN falls to his knees, and begins to cry. JOYCE slaps hip, leans back, and lets out a loud guffaw, and begins giggling uncontrollably.)

JOYCE: (stops, JOHN too, stops crying) Oh! Who are you?

JOHN: I was about to ask the same thing Miss.

JOYCE: (snaps fingers) oh! You must be-

JOHN: the name is John.

JOYCE: As I Presumed.

JOHN: Huh?

JOYCE: shall we began?

JOHN: most certainly…

JOYCE: here we go…lets start where we are together. The first scene.

JOHN: good enough.

(They both sit on bench, which is SR.)



SHERRY: John, we need to talk…its…it’s about