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Literature
Glass House Act 1
Characters:
Stan
Margaret
Julie
Beatrice
Cassius
Travis
Setting:  Driftsville, NY
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Scene 1
Time:  Summer 2008
Curtain opens on a stage containing Margaret, seated center on a folding chair.  Stan is behind her, back to the audience waving his arms like a conductor as Margaret speaks.  She faces the audience with her hands folded on her lap.  Her expression should remain calm all through, while Stan's gestures match the heat of her statements.  She starts her statements without emotion and gradually builds up to a near-shout.
Margaret:  Sometimes things happen entirely too quickly.  A glance turns into a word and a word turn into a conversation and a conversation turns into something much more serious.  One doesn't always want it to happen.  One wants things to move slowly sometimes and gradually and smoothly with easy, discernible steps.  Sometimes all I really want is somet
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Literature
Painted Lady
Rick never expected that her blood would be so terribly black.  Dark, yes, he caught a glimpse of the darkness of it when she had cut her lip that first time, but the blackness took him by surprise.  The blood wasn't dark red or crimson, it was black.  Colorless.  A shade.
He dropped the chair leg, his chair leg of justice, and took up a letter opener shaped like a miniature claymore.  He went to the blank canvas, nothing left but the background and began to slash at the painting, letting the severed strips fall to the ground as his arm sped up more and more, gashes flowing across the painting.
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Maria stood on the box, pristinely at eye level.  He watched her for minutes at a time, capturing every curve of her body, every twitch of muscle in her arms or face.  Movement, that was the intention, that was the thing he was trying to capture.
"Why do you stare so much?" she asked him.
He didn't reply.  He sim
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Literature
Trees
See the trees
See the branches stretched to heaven
The graceful network of veins
The tracery of limbs
See the buildings
The slashed carcasses
Impaled together by the heart of the world
The trees alive
Each part necessary
Each intrinsic to the whole
The tree unique
The tree composite
The tree a trillion little rooms
A solar panel, crafted by evolution
A roof'd skeleton
A tree not content to merely survive
But producing energy to grow
And multiply
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Literature
Alfred Dore
A child of time named Alfred Dore
Sent back for peace to stop
A dreadful occurence
That would establish the empire
To rule the world for generations
Sat alone on a hill and surveyed
A seemingly peaceful valley
He realized that without a car
He couldn't stop the war
And he shot the owner of a car
And stole it
He drove into a town to find his
Secret target
A woman known as
Sara-Lee Malaise Alcott Homer
And went into her house
Guns blazing
And shot the children crying
And shot the dog barking
And shot the cat mrowling
And the husband screaming at
The mailman who was with Sara-Lee
And he said to Sara-Lee "Come
with me.  The future needs you"
And she said "Never you've shot my lover
And my husband
And my cat
And my dog
And my husband
Why would I come with you?"
Alfred Dore smiled down at the bloody woman and said
"Why not?"
Together they traveled to the hill
And looked down together
Alfred Dore spoke to her of the blood
And tears that would fill the streets
Soon
And spoke to her a
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Literature
'everything good,'
"everything good,"
says inferno to priest
"is green"
transmitting blasphemous catechism
kruller eyes return the silent rage
"black is the hue
your dead god"
the red inferno growls
velvet hands clench impotent fists
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Literature
H E A V Y B R E A T H
CURTAIN
1.  Bright light on stage littered with miscellaneous rubbish.  Hold about five seconds.
2.  Faint heavy breathing rising in volume for about ten seconds, with the lights dimming progressively as breathing continues.  Five second pause.
3.  Slow exhalation of breath as light returns to original brightness.  Heavy breathing returns, light dims for ten second, followed by a five second pause.
CURTAIN
RUBBISH
Mostly newspapers, occasional smut rags.
HEAVY BREATHING
Urgent and desperate, identical in both instances.
EXHALATION
Orgasmic, at least.
LIGHT COLOR
Possible red gel, but never blue under any circumstance.
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Literature
I saw the wind
I slept and saw before me
a thousand golden paths
and chose the wind
I flew over the world and saw
with eyes that had gone behind the veil
to see the machinations of the universe
I saw the world and all in it
and saw the life and breath in it
and I remained in it
I felt evil and good
and felt god
The wind broke above a golden field
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Literature
hey.
hey.
fornicators
hey.
idolators
hey.
bastard sons of babylon
hey.
misbegotten daughters of lilith
hey.
perveyors of filth
hey.
moneylenders
hey.
whores
hey.
gamblers
hey.
addicts
hey.
smokers
hey.
alcoholics
hey.
warmongers
hey.
peaceniks
hey.
fascists
hey.
hippies
hey.
murderers
hey.
pacifists
hey.
christians
hey.
buddhists
hey.
pagans
hey.
atheists
hey.
americans
hey.
europeans
hey.
asians
hey.
africans
hey.
vegetarians
hey.
texas
hey.
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Literature
Golem
I:  Have you ever heard of the golem?
II:  The golem?
I:  A clay man, brought to life by holy words placed in its head.
II:  Ah, yes?  What nationality would that be?
I:  Jewish I think, but that's unimportant.
II:  Unimportant?  Crucial, more like.
I:  How so?
II:  The symbolism of man, a being of dust brought to life by a breath, creating a man from clay and breathing life in to him by words.
I:  What's the symbolism?
II:  Well, the power of God is in his breath.  That's his power, see?  That's what defines him and creates him.
I:  And what creates man is his words?
II:  Yes, certainly.
I:  What about his works?
II:  What about them?  Would we remember them without the words?
I:  Well, we would still have lightbulbs.
II:  But would we have Edison?
I:  Perhaps not.
II:
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kellyandyou Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2009
none of this art is deviant
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leoraigarath Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2008  Professional Writer
I wish you a beautiful Christmas/Hanukkah/Any other holiday I’m unaware of :party:
May it be a beautiful holiday, filled with fun and love :hug:
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*poke*
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leoraigarath Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2007  Professional Writer
Happy new year! ^^;

May this be a beautiful :rose: and great :flowerpot: year of fulfillment :worship: and joy :stereo:

Salut! :drunk:
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hey remember me
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Thank you for the favs!!
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Hey!
whats up?
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chibi-glorfindel Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2006
Why do you insist on harassing me, baldy head? =P And my friends!

I can't believe I'll be back on campus and will have to deal with you... *DUN DUN DUUUNNN* in PERSON! Horror or horrors.

But thanks for the comment. So sweet of you.
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