something along the lines of another microfiction...

There was no doubt in their minds that they were all going to hell for the sins that they had to repent. They had been very bad teens, drinking, drugging, the works. When they knew they were about to die, they saw angels all around them, screaming for them to repent, repent. The angels started bleeding, and that’s when everything went black. The boy jerked awake, reaching for the girl’s hand. She was no where to be seen. He finally forced his eyes open, only so see that she was walking away from him, into the distance. He called for her, ran to her. He grabbed her shoulder, turned her to him, and her blood splashed onto his shirt. Her eyes were rolled into her skull, and she screamed at him, “Repent! Repent!” The boy punched her in the face, and more of her blood flowed onto the front of his shirt. and woke for a second time, only to stumble into the bathroom, slit his wrists, and bleed to death. And now he is faced with an eternity of bleeding angels screaming at him. Repent. Repent.

Micro Fiction?

They sat on her bed that was covered in black satin sheets. She was in her embroidered antique kimono and wearing her lace gloves, writing songs. The silk curtains stayed shut, the mirrored ball scattering rainbows onto the walls. Then their bodies were smoke and color and music. Their eyes were always damp with love now, their skin was soaked with the scent of fire and roses.

He lit his cigarette, knowing it wasn’t right when his lungs caught fire in a different way this time. Anything could be healed with Chinese herbal tea, chunks of gnarled ginger, tofu sunk in fish broth. Crystals soaked in salt water to purify them, to absorb the illnesses. No doctors, unnatural healing was not to be mentioned. Roaming the sky, stars shooting across, shooting up after shows.

When they opened his lungs they found the blackness love could not cure.

Screenplay

FADE IN ON: CLASSROOM - DAY

Anna, a young, high school girl, sits in her desk staring into space, her face is entirely blank of emotion. Sounds of chatter, whispers and talking give the idea of a free period or a study hall.

A cell phone rings with a thrashing guitar ring tone. Anna answers the phone.

ANNA (Emotionless)
Hello?

VOICE
Anna, this is Dad. I just wanted to tell you I’m so proud of you, and that I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to graduation. Maybe next time sweetheart.

The phone signals that there is another call. Anna clicks over without saying anything to her father.


CUT TO: BEDROOM – NIGHT

The bedroom is dark, lit only by a few candles and the moonlight that is bathing the carpet through the open window.

Anna sits on the bed next to her boyfriend, Jason, in his boxers, wearing a black tank top and white underwear.

JASON
I cheated on you last weekend.

Anna doesn’t say anything, but leans forward and kisses his neck.

JASON
We were both so wasted from that party at Derrick’s place, and we just started going at each other in his bedroom.

Anna kisses him softly on the lips.

She pushes off the bed and walks over to the door and shuts it, and stands there emotionless in front of the white door.


CUT TO: BATHROOM – NIGHT

Anna’s face stands out against the white door. Soft candle light flickers off her eyes. She stands in a towel looking at her self in the bathroom mirror. She turns on the hot water and starts to fill the tub. The towel drops to her feet and she enters the tub. Anna lays in the bath, her eyes slowly closing.


FADE TO: ELEMENTARY SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY

The school is empty with the exception of a few kids who are waiting to picked up by their parents.Signs made by the younger students announce an upcoming Easter Pagent, are littered across the walls and ground.

Anna stands in the hallway, looking at her surroundings. She spots an open classroom and walks towards it. She stands in the doorway and looks in.


CUT TO: ELEMENTARY SCHOOL CLASSROOM – DAY

Mr. Perkins, a man in his mid-thirties, already balding, leans on the front of his desk, talking to one of his student, Young Anna.

PERKINS
Now, Anna, we both know that you haven’t been doing too well in class lately. Your test scores have dropped a bit, and you haven’t been turning in any homework.

He glances at his grade book.

PERKINS
And it looks like you may have to be held back. The only thing that could help you now is if you did a little extra credit work after school and hope that it’s good enough for me to pass you.

Perkins leans forward and gets down on Anna’s level, and grins.

PERKINS (Softly)
But, you can’t tell anyone about this ever, or we could both get into a lot of trouble.

Young Anna nods.

VOICE
How could you let him do that to me?

Anna turns to see her younger self standing there, her hair messy and her school dress wrinkled and miss buttoned.

YOUNG ANNA
Why did you let Mr. Perkins do that to me, Anna? Why?

ANNA
I didn’t mean for…

Her cell phone rings.

She stands there looking at Young Anna, to the cell phone, back to Young Anna. Young Anna looks at the cell phone. Tears run down Anna’s cheek as the phone continues to ring.


CUT TO:

BATHROOM – NIGHT

Someone knocks on the bathroom door.

Blood drips into a small puddle on the white bathroom tile from a slender hand.

MOTHER
Anna, be careful not to fall asleep in there again. It’s too easy to drown in that damn tub.

FADE OUT

Independent #7

Bet you'll never guess the inspiration for this peice...EVANESCENCE! yeah! in some of her earlier work, she expresses the abusive relationship she was in, and trying to get away from all of the pain it was causing her. although i have never been involved in an abusive relationship, thankfully, i wrote about letting go to pain that you cant really talk about with anyone, so i guess the people referred to as "they" in this peice are unexsistant spirits who are holding in simillar pain. thats about it, read it!


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Beg this broken heart to beat
Beg my lungs to breathe again
Frozen in myself, I need to escape.
This music comes from haunted souls
And all I hear are sorrowful words
Words that never should be heard
Words of pain and suffering
And I know their hardships, I feel their hurting.
And I can relate, although I keep this smile on my face
The words they sing, they see right through me.
They know I’m real.
They know I feel.
Because we share our hurting together.
I scream into the night, into their souls
To let out the pain.
They scream to take this pain
But no one hears us scream.
And there in lies the hurt.
And there it sits, and always will.
Bottled in our hearts.
Beating or not. Loving or not.

Assignment #7 Pop Culture

There’s one thing that I've always been interested in. I hope to make a career out of it, and so far eveyone has supported me in doing so: my love for the performing arts. Whether it be acting or singing, there is this thrill of being on stage that is hard to explain at times. It’s like my high, really. Being under the lights and out in front of all those people might make some, or most, people nervous, but I can hardly wait till that curtain parts on opening night. The rehearsals are hectic up until the day before the first show, but it’s really all worth it in the end. Hundreds of people giving you a standing ovation after your solo song or dramatic entrance is the best reward that an actress can get.

The week before the show, mostly well known as “Hell Week,” takes an immense amount of time, energy, and patience. Practicing last minute dance routines, or that one tricky scene; Going through costume changes and hair and makeup fixes; The crew getting their cues for lighting and set changes; The loss of props, tripping in the dark backstage, being as quiet as possible in the wings. A lot of work goes into a show, and Hell Week, with all the time and practice and hard work involved in it, all leads up to one thing: opening night.

Opening night is in my opinion the best night there is, show wise or other. When that curtain opens, and the lights are bright and hot, and the house is full, just a vast space filled with people staring up at you, hanging onto your every word, laughing and applauding and smiling. You’re making a difference in someone’s life that day. No matter how small it is. Maybe they were having a bad day, so you gave them a few laughs. Maybe they can relate to the drama on stage.
There are a hundred different reasons why people go to see a play. And you’re one of the people that make it all happen.

Independent #6

Another piece inspired by Amy Lee. I probably should be doing the pop culture assignment, but its just one of those days where you blast your music, shut everything else out, and just write. Already its only 3rd period and I’ve written enough material to last me the rest of the quarter as far as independent pieces. So while deafening myself to the tune of Evanescence, I started really getting into it, feeling what Amy was going through. So I’m trying to depict her writing style, although nothing compares to the way she expresses herself through her music. So, enjoy?




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You won’t cry if I’m gone from this place.
Would anyone notice if I just happened to vanish from this place?
Because I need to get out,
Need to get away from the lies, the hurt.
And because I am so insignificant,
Would it even matter if I left this place for a while? Possibly forever?
Maybe one day you’ll notice…something is missing…
Am I that unimportant? That you can’t even notice the pain I’ve left behind?
The pain that you’ve caused me.
And I'm dying to know if anyone would miss me
I would die to know you loved me
I would die just to hold you
So now maybe I will.
And I don’t need your forgiveness.
Because I’ve found my way out.

Independent #5

This was inspired by my favorite artist, Amy Lee. She wrote a song on her own before she decided to start the band Evanescence. She wrote a song about running away in the rain and how it disguised her tears as she fled from everything she wanted to get away from. So this is sort of Amy Lee-esque, and it really just flowed out of me. So I hope you like it.


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Listen to each drop of rain
Each holding secrets in vain
Frantically searching for someone to listen
Their stories carry more than remorse
Please don’t let go
Can’t I stay for a while?
It’s just too hard to say good bye
Listen to the rain weeping
I stand alone in the storm.
Suddenly sweet words are heard.
Hurry they say for you haven’t much time…
Open your eyes to the love around you
You may feel you’re alone
But I’m here still with you
You can do what you dream; you can be who you wish
Just remember
To listen to the rain.