Script
Reward of Life
It was a dark night and was raining from time to time. Gusts of wind shook the trees. There were strange noises and in between the thunderclaps, the moaning of jackals could be heard. Flashes of lightning revealed fearsome faces and there was strange and mysterious laughter of the spirits.
By David Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom Ain't Free
We open to a dark alleyway in the heat of the night to find a young man named Jeffrey running through the alley away from the sounds of police sirens in the distance. As the siren sounds draw closer Jeffrey nears the backdoor of a meat market known as “The Chop Up”, as he runs past the door, it suddenly opens and he collides with it, falling to the ground. As Jeffrey comes to and looks up he is staring at an elderly Black male named Calvin with a denim jacket on.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Jean of the Joneses Theatrical Adaptation Version
This script is based on 2016 Independent film written and directed by Stella Meghie. This time I wrote the film in theatrical stage adaptation but this is a sample. I DO NOT OWN THE COPYRIGHT OF THE SCRIPT OR FILM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Hopefully I will put it on stage if I get the permission.
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in Fiction
The Art Critics
The following is a short sketch I wrote in 2018 and workshopped during my sophomore year of college for my Independent Performance Lab class. A year later, I adapted the sketch for a radio program I created and produced for my college's radio station during that time, as seen in the video above. I'm posting this script here for the sake of anyone who wants it. I, the author of this work, hereby give you full permission to perform this in whatever capacity you desire, provided you give me due credit as its author.
By Frank Macaluso2 years ago in Fiction
The Catchphrase Firm
The following is a comedic one-act play I wrote in my senior year of high school, and refined throughout my first two years of college. In 2018, it was selected to be performed at Pipe Dream Studio Theatre's An Evening of New Works. I am posting it here for the sake of anyone who wants to use it. I, the author of this work, hereby give you full permission to perform this in whatever capacity you desire, provided you give me due credit as its author.
By Frank Macaluso2 years ago in Fiction
Rail Spiked Tea
“One or two?” Jack lifted his little tin teapot from the fire and filled two mugs. The steam from the tea blended into the night mist that covered the floor of the graveyard. It had been 3 hours since Jack started digging. He counted four graves in total, taking him an hour to dig up a grave and he could save an hour if he really pushed.
By Sital baniya2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Family Relationships
If you had believed that you would always be safe there... It turned out that you were wrong. Dulce believed that they would always live in that beautiful house. After taking on the wreck of the beautiful Cornish Cliffside house that Braylon had obsessively constructed and renovated, he became famous. As a family, they'd spent countless hours on the sofa, watching the storms, anger and frustration over the sea below. It was the house where they'd made a promise to keep each other's secrets secret...
By Peter Hermann2 years ago in Fiction