The window beast_Murder in the Woods_Distanced Relative_Lights, Camera, Action
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The window beast
In our old house, was a window. A window that steals children at night. That is what my grandfather used to tell us. Us little kids running around in the house barefoot on a hot summer day.Grandpa rarely visited, but whenever he did, he used to stare out of the window just like I'm doing now. Wearing a smile and enjoying a cup of tea, he would sit on a chair facing the window situated in our kitchen just next to our green refrigerator. For hours, long into the night, where sounds and emotions went quiet and then dead.I remember him sometimes. Whenever I sit at night on the same chair staring o...
Murder in the Woods
The sound of a shot ripped through the silence of the shack. What the hell's going on? I waited a few minutes in the chilling interior of the shack. Finally, I eased open the door and stepped cautiously on to the shaky step. Where's the guy? Has he taken off? Where did the shot come from? "What's up?" I called. The dense forest surrounding me remained silent. "Need help?" I walked a short distance over wet, snow soaked Fall leaves. "Bruce, where are you?" This could be my chance to clear out. Get out of this place where I did not want to be. A place where I'd been forced to stay by a guy holdi...
Distanced Relative
I remember being barely big enough to see over the kitchen counter at that time. My parents said that the man standing next to it was a cousin. I had asked whose cousin he was, and both had mumbled something that I didn’t uwww.onedoor.ccnderstand, but what I understood was: he was there. I could barely see the box of cookies on the counter that my mom had got at the corner store and could barely sneak one as they tried to gather as much information from this stranger that they could using their limited skills in his sing-song language that didn’t match ours. As my hand retracted from the plate and I put th...
Lights, Camera, Action
Thirteen days, twelve hours, and sixteen minutes. Not much longer, a little less than two weeks. Counting down the days, and soon there is less than one week left. Everything is in a rush, tech week upon us. Lights, camera, action: everyone dressed in ridiculous costumes, everyone wearing overdone stage makeup painted like a mask over their faces, and stage crew running everywhere to adjust mics and props. I had been dreaming for this chance for so long now, I had lost count of the years. A chance to produce and perform my very own play. It stretched two hours in length, a work of art I h...