Choosing BlueCHOOSING BLUEChoosing Blue
Cast: Josh - Young man in his 20's in casual dress,
Rob - Young man in his 20's. Dressed for a party.
Props: Washer (Yellow) Dryer (Yellow) Length of wall Door Light switch
TEASER
[Black fades to show two hands holding pills. One red, one blue, one in each hand.]
MORPHEOUS: [Voiceover] This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back. You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show yo
Useless StanzasLike, I wanted to write a poem full of thoughtful ruminations, all rambling here and there about the stuff thatUseless Stanzas
makes things matter, but,
all I could come up with was a mess of whiny stanzas all filled with useless jargon that no-one but I
would like.
Die Drei Hauptkirchen HamburgsWhere the old framed impression had come from, he really didn’t know. It had been at his Grandmother’s house when he’d lived with her, hanging on the wall in his bedroom. Perhaps it was a souvenir of one of his grandfather’s many trips to that old country, or perhaps it had come over on a boat with ancestors even before that.Die Drei Hauptkirchen Hamburgs
Many were the times when he sat and stared at it, wondering about what old cathedral it depicted and what fate had befallen it
When he’d moved out of her house, he’d asked his old Grandmother if he could have it. She’d readily agreed, perhaps becaus
Visiting BravilImperial 1: Excuse me, my fine citizen of Bravil, could you direct us to the nearest lavatory?Visiting Bravil
Argonian: Lavatory? My friend, there is not a single lavatory in all of Cyradil.
Imperial 2: No lavatories? Then where does one use the lavatory when one must … uh … use the lavatory?
Argonian: There is water in the canals for a reason.
Imperial 1: Ah… I see.
Imperial 2: No wonder this place smells like a cesspit. It IS a cesspit.
Motion SicknessWhen I get carsick, people tell me to stare at the horizon. The horizon never moves; well, spontaneously, anyway. Stare at one tower, one rooftop, one mountain. And then I’ll be ok. But the problem with Washington is that there really is no horizon. There are trees. Lots and lots of trees. Not that I have anything against trees, mind you. Just when they’re whizzing by – swoosh, swoosh, swoosh – my nausea gets worse with every tree. I sigh, averting my eyes from the window. My CD player skips as the bus slides to an unsteady halt, dumping off one more teenager. Despite her questionable approach to transportation safety, I like my bMotion Sickness
city morning
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Tushar
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In reply of 'Investigating'--I would like to thank you for your critique. It's always very encouraging to get feedback on one's work. Thank you very much.
Cheers,
KX
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