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Fan fiction by
Cinders
posted
11 days ago
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Playwright's Note: I wrote this as an exercise for my playwriting class in archetypal characters. Feel free to critique. My class helped me fix it up a little. Hope you enjoy!
Explaining Neurosurgery To Six-Year-Olds With ADD
By Carlin Salisbury
CHARACTERS
The Devil, well-dressed in a black suit, red tie. A businessman.
God, a laid back man in Bermuda shorts.
Lucy, the Devil’s assistant.
Jesus, God’s son. Hippy-esque.
[SETTING: A park. Any park. And a chess table. God and The Devil are casually playing each other.]
DEVIL
Long day.
GOD
Long day.
DEVIL
Anything interesting happen up in your end?
GOD
We got a politician today, actually. I had to double check with Peter to make sure we didn’t get one of your guys by mistake.
DEVIL
Lucy’s pretty good at catching those things. I’m kind of hungry. You want sushi?
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I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two or three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...
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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though I’d had misgivings, I thought maybe he looked worse than he really was. Turns out, I was right.
His name, which he’d told me gruffly when I’d asked about his trailer, and a possible ride, was Jeff. And Jeff certainly liked to talk. Well actually, he told me that he usually didn’t talk this much, but when he’d heard my accent I guess he couldn’t get enough of it.
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What does it really mean to lose??? Many people don't really know, they just say they do. It could be not remembering where you put something. That something might be stolen, or it really could be misplaced. You could lose a life on a game, you no longer have it; you used it already. You could lose a game, somebody else could've won it. You could lose a friend, say something that you didn't mean, do something that was really stupid and they no longer want to be near you.
But could losing mean death? No longer able to walk on earth? No longer able to talk to friends or fight with family? I know it can. I lost my grandparents, my uncle, my cousins, and now, I've lost one of the best friends I could ever have. I couldn't save them. Heart attacks are often, old age takes people away every day, one of my cousin burned to death, another only lasted a few days with half a heart. But my best friend died of no ordinary cause, my best friend died of depression, of anger, of suicide... i'm not ranting, I'm not angry, I'm just curious. Why would someone do that to themselves? Why would you take your own life? What if death is really just your life playing over and over again for...
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