Everything You Write Sounds-ACT ONE (Scene: Living room set. There is a large recliner off to the left with Julia sleeping in it. Alphonse sits at the desk, staring at the screen of his laptop, trying to think of something to write about.)Everything You Write Sounds-
EVAN. (enters and addresses Alphonse) Hey, Al.
ALPHONSE. (turns to face her) Yes, sweetheart?
EVAN. I would just like to tell you that I can no longer go to school.
ALPHONSE. (raises an eyebrow) Oh, can't you? (she nods) Why is that?
EVAN.
(with naive confidence) Becuase I'm allergic to it.
ALPHONSE. (raises other e
Happy DeathdayHappy deathday to you Happy deathday to you Wish you neverHappy Deathday
Had to go home Maybe we'll meet up soon
The HeroI marched into the building with my platoon confidently, for we knew that Germany had lost. They had no chance now that we Americans had entered the war.The Hero
When I entered the building, however, we all recieved what felt like a punch in the face. There were people in the building. About one hundred people. And yet, they looked like aliens. They were starving,dying people. They were so skinny, that if they turned sideways, one might not even see them. They had mismatched clothes, and some were naked. Their shoes did not seem to belong to them. They all had shaved heads. We stared at them, and they stared back. Their eyes blank, so that the
Harry Potter fanfic with OC 2Lily was sitting on an airplane. She was headed to England for Christmas. She was positively squirming with excitement when the plane landed and she got off at the London airport. She took the subway to heart of the city, and met her exchange family there. When she got up the escalator to the surface she thought that it felt nice to be home.Harry Potter fanfic with OC 2
It was Christmas day in England. Last minute shoppers were going left and right, frantically grabbing things off shelves in stores. Lily wanted to look around so badly she squealed out loud. "Do you guys mind taking my luggage to the house? I really want to have a look around," she asked her
a long winter, prologueThe man called himself “Stoat”-- and as I approached I could see why: beneath his tugged down bowler he did, in fact, resemble one of the little beasts. He was insignificant in both proportion and presence; he was a man that was barely there. He grunted as I took the barstool next to him with as friendly a smile as I could muster.a long winter, prologue
“Hello there,” I hazarded.
“Oi,” he returned.
“I've been told you might know where someone is.” The bartender tentatively placed a shot of whiskey before me, hoping I might bother to buy a drink tonight before I got down to bu
Path to hellsoldier's sonnet.we had soaring songs for soldiers: simple to sing because it's tough to speak when you've got blood bubbling around your lips.soldier's sonnet.
i want to know: what's it like when you're fading to die for an idea? does it bloom inside you, crawl
across your chest, a red flower with slick, wet petals
that harden as they cool; turn black and grip at your clothes-- but you don't notice a thing. your eyes--
they're empty, staring things now: the life has fled the iris and
the color means nothing anymore-- stained glass panes with no light to &nbs
rock a bye, baby.[The lights are low; what little we can see involves a small bed with white sheets and a pillow on which Zach Dicht, 19, is laying, as well as a door leading off stage left. The light comes up on the bed, and we hear a woman singing.]rock a bye, baby.
wOMAN. Rock, a bye, baby, on the treetop, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock—when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.
[We hear the sharp sound of a static burst, and then the woman sings again.]
Rock, a bye, baby, you’re a good shot—let it all go, the hammer is cocked—there’s a ba
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-all war is deception. think your enemy has a weakness and it becomes his strength.-
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I have a PhD in Horribleness
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-all war is deception. think your enemy has a weakness and it becomes his strength.-
~Roy Mustang
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