Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The Game

Third times the charm
Another heartbreak, with another day break
I fall in love faster than an apocalyptic outbreak
Fighting to prove the man who couldn’t love me
It was him and not she-
Who was broken
It’s about damn time I have spoken
I was never a token-
To be won or lost
No thought about the cost
Or what you did to the girl
All that pressure made the pearl
But she still thinks she’s nothing
She looks in the mirror, says disgusting
And while the world is revolving she sits there
Solving a mystery of mental illness
How the world keeps moving-
Yet she can feel the stillness
Did it give you sick pleasure?
To lesser the self-esteem of treasure
Cause she can only see one’s trash
With every memory of every lash
But there’s a fire in her soul creating ash
She’ll use every flame to make her name
And with every line-
The credit’s mine
For it’s my time to shine
I will never be the same
There’s only higher to aim
Cause you may have won the round-
But, you can never win the game

Loss of Sleep

It’s 2:30 and I can’t sleep
For my thoughts are far too deep
Of hopes and dreams of what we’ll do
The very things I don’t dare say to you
I fear my thoughts will turn to heartaches
If I dare share my mental keepsakes
You say you won’t, but what if you run
You’ll say you’re sorry, but anxiety won
My hopes and dreams too big for two of us
Too big to even begin to discuss
On this late night I’ve seen us say “I do”
Growing old together, smiling at the view
Our kids going off and then coming home
This only begins where my mind continues to roam
I crave your touch, your love, your words
I crave us being complete and utter nerds
With smiles on our faces because we know
Of all the places we may adventure and go
No matter where we are geographical

In your arms will always be the most magical

Monday, May 8, 2017

Drama Scene for Creative Writing

INT. DINNING ROOM – NIGHT
Lights fade in with the sound of a doorbell. A long dining room table is seen perfectly set for a large group. A chandelier hangs above indicating the expense of the home. A maid is seen dusting around the room.

SEBASTIAN – BUTLER
(Off stage) Good evening, Miss Connors. Please, let me take your coat and I will lead you to the dining room.

ANDREA CONNORS
(Off stage) Oh Sebastian, I know where the dining room is. I will lead myself.

SEBASTIAN – BUTLER
(Off stage) Yes, of course, Miss Connors.

A young woman in a silky dress, walks on stage looking around taking in the sight of the dining room. Noticing the maid, she smiles and calls out.

ANDREA CONNORS
Ellie! How are you?

ELLIE – MAID
Oh Miss Connors! Has it been six years already? My have you grown.

ANDREA CONNORS
Ellie, I told you to call me Andy. Six years and you still haven’t changed. (chuckling)

ELLIE – MAID
Nor have you Miss Connors. Let me offer my condolences now, my dear.

The doorbell rings and SEBASTIAN is heard greeting the ringer.

ANDREA CONNORS
Why thank you, Ellie. I’m only glad that sister was here, in this time of grief. My heart breaks at the thought of my being held up in New York.

ELLIE – MAID
How very hard it must have been for you to stay there with such circumstances back home.

ANDREA CONNORS
Very much so, but alas… The show must go on, as they say.

The maid leaves as a man, seemingly in his early 30’s and dressed impeccably in suit and tie, enters the dining room. He gives off a strong vibe of authority and arrogance.

ANDREA CONNORS
Good day, sir. I am Andrea Connors, Phillip Connors’ youngest daughter. And you are?

WILLIAM PORTANCE
William Portance, former CEO of Connors Inc. Let me give my sympathies for your loss. May I assume you are the very same Miss Connors to have invited me here?

ANDREA CONNORS
Not quite. The invitation extends from my sister. Nevertheless, thank you for being here under the circumstances. (Sitting herself) Please take a seat, Mr. Portance. If I may ask, did you know my father well?

WILLIAM PORTANCE
Yes, miss, very well. He has mentored me for the past four years. Your father, from the current looks of it, has even given me his company with his passing.

The doorbell rings.

ANDREA CONNORS
Has he? My my, that company was my father’s sweat and tears…

WILLIAM PORTANCE
One of the many reasons I am so honored for the position.

An older couple walks in. The serious-looking woman was in a long black dress, black boa around her arms. It is easily spotted from her appearance and jewelry that she lives a lavish lifestyle and cares much about how she presents herself. Her husband, on the other hand, walks in with a large smile.

ANDREA CONNORS
Good evening, ma’am, sir. Please take a seat. Ellie, the maid, should be in soon to take down our drinks.

The woman takes a seat without speaking or addressing ANDREA CONNORS. She sits very rigid, causing ANDREA and WILLIAM to share glances. MR. ROWELL comes over to ANDREA and shakes her hand vigorously with enthusiasm.

MR. ROWELL
How do you do? Name is Ryan Rowell. Lovely to meet you. Of course, not so lovely, under the circumstances, eh?
ANDREA CONNORS
Right. Well, let me say welcome. I am Andrea Connors, and this here is Mr. William Portance. May I ask your name, ma’am?

MRS. ROWELL
You may call me Mrs. Rowell. (said shortly)

WILLIAM PORTANCE
Well, Mr. and Mrs. Rowell, how is it you knew Sir Connors?

MRS. ROWELL
Personal. We were friends.

MR. ROWELL
Oh yes! Phillip and I went way back. Such a shame to see him go. My very best friend in college, he was. We were roommates! Hard to believe, all those years ago, but it’s true. Thought of Phillip like a brother. Course haven’t heard from in quite some time, but I reckon true friendship never dies. Even if the actual friends do. Ha!

ELLIE walks on stage taking note of the stiff air in the room.

ANDREA CONNORS
Oh, Ellie! Yes, thank you! May I please have a water?

WILLIAM PORTANCE
I’ll take a scotch, neat.

MR. ROWELL
Evening Ellie! Get me a whiskey tonic. Can’t believe you are still here after all this time. Look at you, taking drink orders! Hope you do remember me, though it’s been some time.

ELLIE – MAID
Yes, of course. And Mrs. Rowell for you?

MRS. ROWELL
Sweet tea. Splenda.

ELLIE nods and walks of stage as the doorbell rings. The room stays silent, as everyone waits for the most recent guest to walk in. An older man walks in looking rugged. It is obvious his collared shirt and dark jeans are the nicest clothing he owns.

ANDREA CONNORS
(getting up from seat) Uncle Harry! What a surprise to see you here! How have you been?

ANDREA and HARRY hug.

HARRY CONNORS
Andy! My how you have grown! Last time I saw you, you were about yay-high. Why you were only, what, eleven then?

ANDREA CONNORS
I believe so! My, I never thought I’d see you again. Especially not in this house.

HARRY CONNORS
Well, neither did I. To be honest, even with brother gone, I am surprised you invited me here.

ANDREA CONNORS
Oh well, I didn’t, actually. Sister did. Though I’m sorry I can state my surprise of her welcoming your presence here, as well.

The doorbell rings.

ANDREA CONNORS
I wonder just how many guests, sister plans on having.

Two more men walk in. One still with his jacket, the other without. The one with his jacket carried a briefcase in one hand before placing it in the seat, side to the head of the table. The two men begin shaking hands with the other guests.

DR. ERIC THATCHER
Good evening to you all. (walking towards ANDREA CONNORS) Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I am Dr. Eric Thatcher.

ANDREA CONNORS
Hello, doctor. Andrea Connors, youngest daughter to Phillip Connors.

DR. ERIC THATCHER
My condolences, Miss Connors. I was there in his passing. Let me assure you his death was painless.

ANDREA CONNORS
Thank you, Dr. Thatcher.

LINUS DUNN
Linus Dunn, your father’s lawyer.

ANDREA CONNORS
Pleasure to meet you.

LINUS DUNN
Sorry for your loss, Miss. I will help in any way I can, and hope his will, can bring you comfort.

SEBASTIAN and ELLIE enter the room. ELLIE entering with a tray of drinks and SEBASTIAN clearing his throat, stands to the side.

SEBASTIAN – BUTLER
If all guests would take their seat, Miss Connors will be down shortly and dinner will begin.

ELLIE goes around giving out glasses, and taking the rest of the orders in silence, as another young woman enters the room, stopping at the head of the table.

PENELOPE CONNORS
Thank you all for being here tonight. My name is Penelope Connors, and I have invited all of you here for a lovely dinner and to be present for the reading of my father’s will. We will start with dinner.

ELLIE and SEBASTIAN come out with plates of food and drinks.

ANDREA CONNORS
How lovely to see you, sister. My apologies for only just arriving. Our show had only two more weeks left on Broadway, therefore I was detained.

PENELOPE CONNORS
(monotone) Yes, well, the show must go on, mustn’t it?

ANDREA CONNORS
(not taking note of her sister’s tone) Just what I had said to Ellie!

MR. ROWELL
Thank you, Penny, for thinking of me in such a time. Your father was such a dear friend. Did he ever tell you about our time in Uni together?

PENELOPE CONNORS
No.

MR. ROWELL
Right… Well we had such splendid times. Of course it was your father that really went to make a name for himself! Not that I have done bad myself. Enough for a home and to please my wife. Then again there is no comparing to Phillip now is there. He was always such a go-getter, even back then! Always top of the class, in charge of clubs, organizations, you name it. Not to mention he was quite the mister with the ladies, yeah?

PENELOPE CONNORS, annoyed with MR. ROWELL, pushes her untouched plate of food, further in front of her and rings a bell calling ELLIE and SEBASTIAN, and silencing the guests.

PENELOPE CONNORS
As I hope you are enjoying your dinners, I must be frank in my having you here. I care not to hear my father’s will. His possessions and earning mean nothing anymore.

WILLIAM PORTANCE
Then, why is it we are here? If not to hear is final thoughts and wishes…

PENELOPE gives a glare to WILLIAM for cutting her off.

ANDREA CONNORS
(with caution) Sister… Is everything alright?

PENELOPE CONNORS
Always so observant, little sister. No everything is not alright. You each have been called here today in light of my father’s passing, to right your wrongs. Every single one of you have betrayed and, or deceived my father in some way. You will right your wrongs here tonight or pay the consequences.

Getting up from her seat, PENELOPE CONNORS exits stage. All guests look around in fear, guilt, and wonder. The lights go out.

MRS. ROWELL
What is the meaning of this?

MR. ROWELL
No worries, dear. Just a little electrical problem.

WILLIAM PORTANCE
Get those servants to turn the damn lights back on.

ANDREA CONNORS
Sebastian, can you feel for the light switch?

SEBASTIAN – BUTLER
The switch does not seem to be working, Miss.

A blood curdling scream is heard. The lights go back on.

ELLIE – MAID
Penelope!

ELLIE, ANDREA CONNORS, and HARRY CONNORS run off stage towards where PENELOPE left. Another scream is heard, followed by gasps and the start of crying. ELLIE, ANDREA, and HARRY return, visibly shaken.

HARRY CONNORS
(holding on to ANDREA as she cries) It’s okay, hun. It will be okay.

DR. ERIC THATCHER
What in Sam Hell is going on?

ELLIE – MAID
Doctor… Penelope is dead.