Letters to Marileen | 3 ~ Your Friend, the Reaper by CiCi-Arts, literature
Literature
Letters to Marileen | 3 ~ Your Friend, the Reaper
Three days after her initial arrival, Marileen tended toward bounding around the house in an attempt to hang out with both of her roommates at the same time. She talked quickly and couldn't sit still, leaving Handwing in a dizzied, tired state. He often felt the urge to nap after his interactions with her. What really irked him, though, was she always seemed to get into his stash. He tried to talk to Vilkas about it and was met with a response that infuriated him.
“Uh, they’re technically mine,” he’d said matter-of-factly, “you used my money to buy them.”
Vilkas was just lucky he had a
Silence in the White Noise by Skull-Killer, literature
Literature
Silence in the White Noise
(A couch is centered in the room, a table with neat clutter such as books, notepads, etc is in front of the couch. There is a desk on the left side with a computer, beside that desk are multiple milk crates filled with radios. Everything in the room is of neutral tones besides a bright red radio on a lone side table. ENTERS RADIO, he wears bright colours that do not match and clearly clash with each other. Patterns are acceptable replacements. RADIO turns on the radio to a low, static filled tune that fades out and becomes a background noise. RADIO begins dancing.)
RADIO: (dances to static tune)
ELIZA: (ENTERS) Can you turn that d
(A couch is centered in the room, a table with neat clutter such as books, notepads, etc is in front of the couch. There is a desk on the left side with a computer. Everything in the room is of neutral tones besides a bright red radio on a lone side table, this radio quietly plays a static-y tune. ELIZA sits on the couch, reading, also wearing neutral colours. ENTERS RADIO, he wears bright colours that do not need to match and clearly clash, stands behind the couch with his back turned to audience and ELIZA. There is no eye contact between the two.)
RADIO: Hey…
ELIZA: Hm? (continues reading)
RADIO: Listen, I um..I um
Okay. So I realize that old, busted radios aren’t cool. They just aren’t man. They’re broken pieces of junk. And you know what. I’m okay with that. They’re ratty, broken, dusty, dirty, and boring. AND NONE OF ‘EM EVER FUCKING WORK……sorry. Anyways. Anyways, anyways. Radios. Back to radios. Always broken, always malfunctioning. Always a hunk of shit in the corner of your basement or attic or outside on your lawn rusting away and goddamnit are they ever fucking broken.
But I. I love ‘em. I have hundreds of ‘em. Stored properly! On tables. On shelves. Never on the ground. I’ve got
A Renaissance Dinner Party by social-shut-in, literature
Literature
A Renaissance Dinner Party
Guests:
William Shakespeare
Queen Elizabeth the First
Lorenzo de’ Medici
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Menu (More Snacks Than Actual Meal):
First Course: Manchet Bread with Butter
Second Course: Double Ale, Roasted Capon, and Game Pie
Third Course: Sweetmeats, Pastries with Marmalade, and Mead
Arrival:
da Vinci, Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Medici, Her Majesty
Discussion:
(Right after Her Majesty arrives and all are seated)
Shakespeare: I do believe all of us have arrived. Now, what shall we all talk about on this nice day?
Medici: I would like to ask Her
The Apology: Full Script by ZachValkyrie, literature
Literature
The Apology: Full Script
The Apology
Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
Middle Left Panel: Upward view of an unmarke
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INT. STAGE - NIGHT
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CHRISTINE and LUCY work on the lighting panel on the stage floor. They are alone. There are only a few lights on above the stage - the audience space is dark.
A phone rings from an office backstage. Lucy and Christine look up, to the right; Lucy rolls her eyes and sighs.
LUCY
Ill get it. Try switching the cables again. . .
She stands and walks off, through the right wing, leaving Christine alone. Christine kneels down and fiddles with the cables.
A noise, like the WHOOSH of a cape, sounds from
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INT. HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
1756.
A pounding rain can be heard outside.
A MAN, CAPTAIN TEUNIS VAN ALSTYNE, stands near the fireplace and struggles to put on a blue uniform coat of the Guilderland Militia.
A WOMAN, GERTRUDE VAN ALSTYNE, stands by the table, watching him, her face blank.
GERTRUDE
Tell me again where youre going.
TEUNIS
Palatine Bridge.
GERTRUDE
Did Van Aernam say whether there were any French?
Teunis reaches for a musket hanging above the hearth. He turns it around, examines the powder horn, then fills it from a big horn from beside the heart.
TEUNIS
I dont know.
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FADE IN.
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EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
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Lots of trees and a scenic view in the distance. No cars. Quiet and still.
Early autumn; most of the trees close to the road are still green, but those in the distance have turned orange and red.
A small truck drives around the corner.
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INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
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A FARMER, MR. BAILEY, sits behind the wheel. He whistles quietly to himself.
He glances out of his window at the panoramic view.
There is suddenly a THUMP! of impact against the side of the car. The Farmer slams on the brakes.
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