Old romancesThere’s a dusty film camera playing an old romance movie, one that never went into actual production. It’s just playing, over and over again in the haze of my mind. A dusty roll of film that just became forgotten is just rewinding itself, and playing. It’s like a broken mechanical toy that sat on its shelf in a store, stuck with the label of twenty-five coins. A mechanical toy with a broken cog, awaits a determined young child to waltz into the toy shop with his wallet of coins. Everything just sits there, in its own still life, a frame of what will never be.Old romances
A Scene I wrote for Theater.This play is about ‘male character’ and his frustrations and experiences a prosecuting attorney on a serial killing.A Scene I wrote for Theater.
This scene takes place between two people, and starts out as a mystery until something is revealed about one of the two characters. That something is important to the overall plot of this story.
The characters ‘male’ and ‘female’ will be substituted for the names of the actors playing as these characters.
The setting is modern, and currently there is a serial killing going on. “Female Character” goes to “Male” who is a prosecuting attorney
The House of FoolsOpen to any harsh and honest critique.The House of Fools
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The House of Fools
Wealth: a symbol of superiority and temptation.
The House of Fools
Wealth: a symbol of superiority and temptation.
It was cold on a harrowing night with the wind bristling in the trees, obstructing the view of the full moon. Ted was a thief, who could not resist, middle aged and experienced. Ted was standing outside the mansion that stuck out like lust in the dryad of the woods that belonged to the king within the walls. He was to storm the ma
A journal of rebellionHe stood like a kindling flame, towering high above the clamoring crowd that filled the streets that morning. The oppressed lead the oppressed. Weaving the banner of honor in the twilight of the morning sun, his outspoken voice moved the vivacious masses. Storm the citadel, dethrone the emperor. That day stained my mind, the memory implacable, like the pain of a thorn digging into my flesh. The world changed before my eyes, it was destiny, I helped humanity evolve, and this made me a god.A journal of rebellion
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Our tomorrow is written out for us,
spelled out word for word(forever)in invisible ink.
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love me no matter what happens
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no matter what i look like
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no matter what i say
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~Johanna <3
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love me no matter what happens
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no matter what i look like
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no matter what i say
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~Johanna <3
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love me no matter what happens
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no matter what i look like
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no matter what i say
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~Johanna <3
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