tangerinebreem
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Two short scripts I wrote for classesone:
I hate him, he makes my breath short and my insides burn. He makes my teeth clench and my face tense. He makes the clouds cover the on a summer day and the wind feel even colder in winter. I will never forgive and I cannot forget. Each time I think I am happy, it returns to me like waking from a dream. I am happy, then I remember and the anger comes on again blocking out what I felt before.
Talking of dreams, I could share with you some awful things I have wanted to do. Have you ever wanted to do awful things? Things you know are wrong but you can’t help wanting? Things you can’t just tell someone but that bubble and boil at the back of your mind? Have you ever wished someone dead? Not just for a second or minute, but over and over again? Wished someone would simply not exist anymore? I think I would be happier if that happened. I think I would be happier if I could blow out his existence, like a candle or just flick a switch and then click, he’s gone. It would be a relief, like when you let out a breath you’ve held for too long or switch of a light that’s been keeping you awake.
It helps to talk. It helps to share this, it helps to stop me putting my fist through the wall, it helps to stop me shouting and screaming and hitting myself. It helps to take the edge off the frustration the jagged sharp edges of everything. Do you know how I feel? Do you? Do my words describe to you anything that you can recognise? Do my words make you feel something?
I dreamt once, I dreamt that deep down, everyone felt like me and on this one day, this one day in my dream I was in this huge crowd that were all walking in the same direction. We were marching towards somewhere, I don’t know where, but it was like everyone somehow just knew what was happening without saying it. I looked around me and I could see, I could see in the eyes of everyone around me this kind of hurt, this kind of burning, this kind of anger and I felt ok. For once, I felt ok. For once I knew that I wasn’t weird or broken or different. That I was in this crowd who knew. They just knew.
Ever since that dream, I’ve wondered. I’ve wanted to ask people. People I know, people I pass in the street, complete strangers and friends. I’ve wanted to ask if they understand. If they feel like this sometimes. If they’ve had thoughts that are darker than black.
Have you?
or am I just alone? Am I a silent cry in the darkness echoing endlessly around an empty landscape?
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tangerinebreem
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Two
Setting: You decide! Think about what sort of atmosphere you’d like to create. Should it be set in a particular place or could it be in a mysterious uncertain location?
Characters:
A: The voice of negativity
B: The voice of positivity
A+B are talking about something – you can decide what it is or leave it up to your audience to decide. It could be many things. You also need to choose if they are talking to each other or to the audience. Try it both ways and see which works best.
A: It scares me
B: I like it
A: It’s like stepping into a void, an empty space
B: Anything can happen, you can be anyone
A: That’s what scares me
B: You can go anywhere, see everything
A: You don’t know who to trust. Anyone can be anyone
B: Anyone can be anyone – that’s the thing – if you get bored of being you, it’s easy, just turn into someone else and go somewhere new
A: You can get lost, get confused, lose track of who or what is real
B: That’s the best thing, the best thing is when you forget what is real and lose touch with time and where you are.
A: It’s a waste, a waste when you could be doing so many other things
B: It makes life more interesting
A: How? There are a million things to do, a million things to see without it, it’s just lazy.
B: It makes you look at things differently, feel like you can know about everything, feel like you’re in control of the world instead of it being in control of you
A: That’s just a trick of the mind, that’s not what it really is – it’s a place to hide away from the real world and ignore it. It makes you give up control of the real world
B: How?
A: It makes you switch off from it, ignore what’s actually happening on your street, ignore the people who live there – it gives you a sense you are doing something when actually you aren’t – you are just pretending to do something.
B: It makes you feel connected to what is going on, connected to what people think, allows you to talk in a way you never would to anybody next to you, allows you to find out about yourself and understand that other people are like you, no matter how odd you may be feeling at the time.
A: You shouldn’t be sat their, thinking about yourself all the time, thinking you are oh so important, pretending to be someone else. You are just some unimportant bunch of cells, blood and bone and you are kidding yourself that what you do, say or think matters.
B: If everyone thought like that – nothing would ever happen.
A: What?
B: No-one would ever have an idea, no-one would ever write a poem or a song, no-one would ever even bother to speak. The world would just be a silent place, filled with the noise of slow, sad breathing. No-one would be excited, no-one would smile, no-one would ever fall in love…
A: (silence)
B: Try it…
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tangerinebreem
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I'm going to get them to fuck arround with images and sound to create mood and atmosphere while some of them act them out. The 'short scripts for kids' in books are always rubbish and american so I thought I'd write some. I need a happy, positive one now but I'm struggling with it!
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Ninjadmin
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i like the second one a lot
i like the ambiguity of it 
they are both good, i just like the 2nd one better
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