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One act play- Scene 1SETTING- Beijing, China 1989
red spot comes on center stage, Deshi, Yao, Cai and Lirin are all sitting on chairs in a semicircle formation, heads bowed to the ground, John Lennon speaks from off stage
JOHN LENNON- This story starts with a death. Yes, it's a bit unconventional, but all stories must start somewhere I suppose. The death of Hu Yaobang, a beloved pro democracy politician. That's why they first gathered at the Square. 100,000 strong.
CAI- So have you heard any news from Feng?
DESHI- I haven't checked my mail yet
JOHN LENNON- Today is May 29th, 1989. This is the city of Beijing.
YAO- Well it's a good thing I did for you or else we'd never get to hear anything around here!
DESHI- How did you do that? I always have the box locked!
YAO- I'd tell you, but if I did then I'd probably have to give you the rest of your keys I've copied.
DESHI- The rest of my what?!
LIRIN- Enough! I want to hear what Feng had to say!
YAO- Well he sent us a package actually. Here you
ch21989: FIME MONTH EARLIER
I went to a snobby, typical yuppie breeding ground, rich kid's private school. With a prestigious name like JOHANNES ACADEMY OF EXELLENCE, you'd expect a lot from the joint right? Well, expectations are meant to be broken around here- at least that's how it's been for me all these years. JAE is really just a place that the rich and shameless enroll their kids in so that they give off the illusion that they are good parents, who will stop at nothing to provide for their pride and joy. Too bad my Dad can't enroll his collection of priceless cars from the 30's, and that the school won't accept my Mother's Vodka(imported from Lithuania and aged 75 years); because then maybe that bit about providing for what matters to them might be half true.
But despite having to deal with the nuisance of narrow minded pinheads for classmates, I would have killed myself if I hadn't gone to JAE. Before I had walked into Biology 2, taught by good ol' Mr. Roth ( aka FAT BALD GUY WHOS
Point Blunk Ch1His sweater suddenly became five times smaller than the size 8 he had put on this morning, as he stepped out of the Volkswagen, and into the river of pavement that was Asbury Street. His dad murmured something about schedules and drove off. With a somewhat disgruntled look on his face, he let his chucks carry him to 23 Asbury Street, where he would begin to spend seven and a half hours each day from Monday through Friday.
"Remember, you have to stay bundled up in November now. The city is a lot colder than Havenport," His mother had warned him before he left the apartment. Yea its sure cold out mom, but was the old Mickey Mouse sweater the only thing we had unpacked? The infamous Mickey Mouse sweater was a family heirloom of a sort; it had been passed down from father to son, forever burdening a newer generation. The artifact dated back to December 25th, 1956, when Great Great Granny Billy Jean presented a young George Cayhan with a hand knit sweater donning the image of Mickey on the
Ch1THE JANITOR'S CLOSET smells like barf and Pine-Sol. But hopefully we won't be hiding in here for toolong. There's also not much room in here cuz neither me, or Skunk want to get anywhere near that myterious looking pile of rags. Oh, and did i mention Skunk's legs are aproximately 4 feet tall? Yea, it's a bit cramped in here! "You just HAD to sock him in the mouth! If it weren't for you we wouldn't be stuck in this hell hole!" "Hey!" Skunk says with a glaze of murder over his eyes. "Quit your pissin or else they'll hear us." I settle back into the coner of the closet. "Why'd you do it though Skunk? This is the 5th time this month we've had to run from" the skins!" He snorts and crosses his arms" Its nothing you'd understand.." My eyes widen, and i almost belived he was pushing me away until he givesme those cat eyes and says "Y'know i'm just screwin' with ya Gareth!" We both share a grin, the kind of grin that only best frineds know how to tie up their mouths with. "Man, I wo
DavidThe lonliness is suffocating
pain causes the fingers to tremble
limbs held together by feeble strings
on my tounge is grey
in my eyes is nothing but you
so i sit with a head full of yesterday
is it better to suffer now having you near but not mine?
or to gnash my teeth in a hole once youve left me behind?
two tonedShe left in the mornin while i was still in bed
packed up her bags and took the box of wine
nothing left but the humming radiator
Everyday i wake up now and look to my left
only to find the same emptiness that is harbored in my soul
I am broken, but the world keeps turning
She might have forgotten me, but this head never will
because she still pulses
she pumps blood through my heart
she is tatooed onto my wrist
I had walked into the parlour 17 days before
I told the man to give me a orchid in black ink
i pointed to my veins
he lifted his needle
My friends take me out to a bar
i sit down on the stool, take a glass that is handed to me
they all laugh and smile
cant they see that my life has been ripped from me?
why cant they understand that everywaking moment is of utmost pain
i sit silently staring at my wrist
we were running through feilds of orchids
the sulight bounced of her hair into my eyes
it sent a sting- but it was a good kind of pain
i threw my arms around her and we both went
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