Writing Starter #52

The daycares were the first target to be infiltrated.  The candy stores were next on the agenda.  If we could secure these locations early on in the invasion, I knew we would have them.  No human would ever expect an attack from the interior of the most innocent human concoctions.  Humans are so foolish.  They create these meaningless buildings with meaningless pursuits and yet they think they've created a "safe-zone" or something.  It's the same with churches, I don't care if a million dirty humans are praying to their invisible gods, I'll burn their churches down while they kneel.  KNEEL TO THE ALMIGHTY ALIEN RACE.

Writing Starter #51

The magical wand was my new best friend.  He talked to me at night, night, night, and day.  In the evenings we would chat.  In the mornings we would play.  He told me to read the rules:  rulebook.  I didn't want to read it though, didn't have the time.  Didn't want to spend the time so I didn't read it.  Instead we played, me and the wand, we would play.  But then one day he was gone:  magic wand.  He was gone because I didn't read the rules, didn't want to I didn't have the time, so I didn't read the book, so he was gone, gone, gone.

Writing Starter #50

I crawled out of the box, relieved to finally breathe fresh air once again after my 2,000 year imprisonment.  The two figures backed away with looks of horror upon their faces.
"What?  Never seen a Kraken before?" I said with distaste.  "The nerve of young people these days."
I slithered towards the door, parched.
"Wait!" cried one of the figures.
I slowly turned my head around.
"Am I gonna have to kill you?" I said with a hint of boredom.
No response.
"Guess that's a yes."

Writing Starter #49

JIM:  So. . .

MR. BILLIS:  What?

JIM:  Uh, what's. . .  what do we like, talk about?

MR. BILLIS:  Nothing.

JIM:  Oh.

MR. BILLIS:  (after a pause) I'm being forced into this.

JIM:  I'm sorry.

MR. BILLIS:  Look Jim, neither of us really want to be here, now do we?

JIM:  I do.  I did win the contest, fair and square.

MR. BILLIS:  That you did. . .  unfortunately.    

One-Act Play Fischer EARLY ROUGH DRAFT

“Rough Air” by James Fischer

5 Characters.  

Mose - A rather large gentleman, a pleasant and kind fellow.  He very much dislikes making others uncomfortable.

Laurus - An uptight businessman with, always worrying about checking his e-mails.  Very controlling and unpleasant around strangers.

Pancrazio - A very strange individual, at least by the definition of strange that most of us abide by.  To him, he is completely normal and justified in everything he does.

Flight Attendant - Male or female.

Pilot - Male, 50s.  

Setting.

A row of three cramped seats on a plane, and the aisle next to those seats.

Play.

(Mose, Laurus, and Pancrazio enter with suitcases, walking down the aisle towards the seats as the pilots voice can be heard in the background)

PILOT:  We have a completely booked flight today, so please be respectful of all the other passengers around you.  It’s gonna be a. . .  Well, we’ll be a little cramped, but I’m sure you’ll all manage to get comfortable with each other.

(Flight attendant enters from downstage, going up the aisle)

MOSE:  (To the flight attendant as he/she tries to squeeze past the three passengers) No no, I’m sorry. . .  This can’t be right, I was sure I bought two seats.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT:  I’m sorry sir, but we are completely full on this flight.  No seat is open!  You’ll just have to-

MOSE:  (Trying to whisper) You don’t understand I won’t. . .  I can’t fit with the way I’m-

PANCRAZIO:  You’ll be okay man, we can make it work!

LAURUS:  (scoffing) I don’t think so, get this fatso out of here please.  I need room for my laptop.

MOSE:  (After an uncomfortable silence) Well I sort of have to get to Chicago to see my daughter. . .  trust me, I bought the two seats ya know, I just (trailing off) apparently it didn’t go through or what have you-

Writing Starter #48

BENNY:  You don't have anything to say to me?

MATTHEW:  No Benny.

BENNY:  You don't want to say "I'm sorry"?

MATTHEW:  Benny. . .  I can't.

BENNY:  What?  You don't have the A-BIL-I-TY to say TWO SIMPLE WORDS?

MATTHEW:  You know that's not it Ben, I just-

BENNY:  WHAT?  You just WHAT?  I'm so sick of this Matty, I'm SICK.

MATTHEW:  Alright fine you asshole, let it be this way then.  You know I can't do it, you know I-  You know I wish I could.  But the way things are right now it's just-  It's not happening Ben, it's just not.

BENNY:  (Pause) I'm sorry Matty I didn't mean-  You know I didn't mean that.

MATTHEW:  I was wrong too Ben.

Writing Starter #47

DEBRA:  (Now alone, Smoky lays dead in the sand beside her.  Speaking slowly with many pauses, full of emotion).  Well here we are buddy.  Right back where we started.  And yet this time everything is different.  This time I'm gonna have to leave without you. . .  as hard as that's gonna be I just gotta accept it.  Because that's. . . that's life and that's.  That's death I guess.  Now I've seen it, now I know what it looks like.  I guess I still don't know what it feels like though buddy and you. . .  you know that now eh?  They'll be catching up pretty soon now so I. . .  I've gotta leave you here.  (Fighting through tears)  Leave you. . . here.  It's been a hell of a. . .  hell of a ride through it all buddy and I just.  I just want you to know I'll never be forgetting you.  (Rising in volume) I'll never be forgetting you and I'll never overlook you, I WILL NEVER TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED AGAIN.  (After a long pause) So goodbye.  
(Debra steps into the hot air balloon to make her escape).