The Visitor in the City -Script-_Please Fasten Your Seat Belts_Last Cup of Coffee_This is the thing
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The Visitor in the City -Script-
Act 1 Scene 1 - The InterviewThe interviewer is sitting on the left of Shane Carroll, holding the notes for this interview. She is dressed impeccably and doesn’t seem to have a hair out of place. Contrasting with her, Shane has messy hair and has the look of someone always rushing to another thing. Shane is fixing his microphone, which is giving him some trouble. Interviewer: You’re live, Mr. Carroll. Shane looks up, startled. His glasses are a little skewed and he has a harried expression on his face Shane: Oh-Oh, sorry. Can we start again? I completely missed that. This bloody microphone is...
Please Fasten Your Seat Belts
“You wanna do something fun?”Jacob pulled his bottom lip down showing Caleb the inside of his mouth, wet and red. Caleb closed his eyes as he www.onedoor.ccdrained his coffee cup and placed it on the table in front of him. Jacob’s eyes hadn’t moved from Caleb. The tannoy sounded, “Passengers for Madrid now boarding” and the wheels of a suitcase rolled past them. Caleb said nothing. “I’ll take that as a no then?” Caleb smirked. “Your kind of fun or my kind of fun?” “Bit of both.”Caleb sighed. “Jacky we’re in an airport. We’re going on holiday. We’re having fun right now. This is it: the overpriced coffees an...
Last Cup of Coffee
Last Cup of CoffeeThe first thing I see when I return from the hospital is a cup of coffee, still sitting on the table, no longer steaming, but not quite cold either. Black, unsweetened, it sits in a cup half full—or half empty, depending on how you look at those things. The cup itself is yellow with a big smiley face on the side to keep up my dad’s spirits. He hasn’t had much to smile about for the past year or so. Now that my mom is gone, his dogs and his grandson are—were—probably the only bright spots in his life.The chair sits askew from the table, not in its proper spot, but I make no m...
This is the thing
My grades have always been fine.They're fine.They're good. Good. Just good.What else could they be? It's elementary school. There's nothing else but good. There is either good or failing, and failing means they put you in the downstairs classes. And we all know what that means.What I'm saying is: everyone's grades are good. If they're not good, you go away. I'm not sure where else you go except the downstairs classes. I'm sure there are other places. Otherwise, you stay in the regular classes.That's where the regular kids stay.That's where I am.And everything is fine.But this feels different. ...