It Still Hurts

I was just thinking about my dear friend Curtis and decided to write a little about him. This is when I found out about his death. This is pretty well how it went, I just took a couple parts out to make it flow a little better. I am sorry this is a little depressing, but it really is very therapeutic to put it out there once in awhile.

My heart started pounding. There was a problem with my dear, best friend.
"What is wrong with Curtis?"
"I really don't want to tell you over the phone. I want to wait 'till I see you this weekend."
"No. I want to know now. If there is something wrong with Curtis you need to tell me."
"The movie is just about to start. I need to go."
"Well then send me a text."
"Are you sure?"
"I want to know what's going on!"
"Okay... I love you."
"Love you, too."
I hung up the phone and waited impatiently for a response as my mind raced. Was he in an accident? Was he in the hospital? Was he having problems with his heart again? Was his depression really bad again? My heart pounded more and more the longer I waited. I tried thinking of something else but nothing could get my mind off of the text I was so anxiously waiting for. After what seemed like forever my phone finally buzzed. I flipped it open with my trembling hands. The words stopped my heart's pounding and a sudden lump formed in my throat. This couldn't be true. I stared blankly at the screen. I re-read the text, trying to get myself to believe and react to the words.
"Curtis' girlfriend broke up with him. He couldn't handle it. He took a gun to school and threatened suicide. His body was found later in a field by the school. I am so sorry. If you need to talk please know I am here for you."
I wanted to curl up and cry, but no tears would come. My sister asked what was wrong and I wanted desperately to respond, but I could not force myself to speak aloud the words I had just read. I stared at her and slowly brought my phone up so she could read it herself. She finished and put her arms around me. I excused myself to the bathroom. I still could not bring myself to fully believe that my friend was gone. I frantically dialed his number and listened as it rang until it went to his voice-mail, but his voice-mail was full. I called over and over again hoping against hope that his voice would come through on the other end and wake me from this nightmare that was becoming more and more real to me. But he never answered. I slumped to the floor and the tears finally came. This was real. My sweet, amazing friend was gone...

Stage Fright

She breathed in deeply, trying to calm her nerves. It had been years since she'd been on a stage. She ran the lyrics through her head over and over again. I know this. Just calm down. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to get rid of the butterflies flitting wildly in her stomach. She looked down at her dress, fiddling with every detail to make sure it was perfect. Mostly she was just trying to keep herself distracted and stop her hands from trembling. A warm hand caught hers at her shoulder.
"Relax, you'll do great!" She shrugged her shoulders in response.

"It's been so long."

"And you're a natural! Just do the best that I know you can do."

He kissed her softly on the lips and squeezed her side. She smiled sweetly in response. A stagehand came over and gave her the thumbs up. She nodded slowly and breathed in deeply. Just relax. You can do this. She took a small step toward the stage as the announcer introduced her. The sound of the audience clapping brought her back to the moment and she continued her steps on stage. The sound of the clapping grew louder as she stepped outside of the curtains. She straightened up and her confidence grew with every step. She grabbed the microphone from its stand and the nervousness was gone. This was where she belonged. She could definitely do this.

Not much today

I have this book that I bought awhile ago. "a Writer's Workbook." I started reading it today and I am quite excited for it. Anyway. It has some exercises in it, to help you get warmed up and excited for writing. It is late and I am tired today, so I will just do one small exercise.

A perfect, symmetrical sphere. A never-ending round with countless uses. It is a flawless curve. So many meanings encased in such a small but also very large trinket. To one a symbol of love and affection, a dizzying pattern for another, or perhaps a utensil with which to drink the water of life. A circle.

The First Post!

I love to write. I don't know how many people know that. But I do. I'm not necessarily the greatest at it, but I really enjoy it. And I miss it. I really enjoyed some of the stuff that I had to write for college, but some of the stuff I had to write kinda made me forget how much I enjoy writing--creatively, of course. Anyway, I would really like to get back into writing, now that I am not obligated for college stuff. So I decided to start a blog of my random writing! I have taken a couple play-writing classes and absolutely loved them. So this first blip is a short play/film idea that I have had in my mind for the last week. It's about Jack and Emily who are newlyweds. They are on their honeymoon and starting out in an argument. (Before the play begins--When they were at the airport Emily was leaning down to get something from her bag. When she bent down Jack left to get a drink of water but Emily didn't know that. When she comes back up from her bag, there is a guy that looks a lot like Jack standing where he had been. She wraps her arms around him and starts talking cutely when she realizes it isn't Jack. Jack had watched from a distance, finding humor in the incident. Emily is not so entertained, especially when she finds out that Jack had just watched it instead of coming over. And she's upset that he didn't say he was leaving for a moment. The show opens on their nice hotel suite. Emily comes in upset and she left Jack go bring all the luggage in. Jack is still humored by what happened, which makes Emily even more upset.) This definitely has to be a play/film. It can't just be a story because one major part of the script is the physical humor in it. There are points where there is no dialogue, just physical interaction between the characters.


Not The Last


(A young woman stomps onstage. She looks around for a moment, walks straight to the couch and throws herself down on it. A young man appears at the door, weighed down with luggage. He is trying not to laugh.)

JACK
You could have helped me with the luggage babe.

EMILY
You could have done something instead of just standing there!

JACK
I wasn't just standing there... I was watching.

EMILY
You're a jerk.

JACK
Why're you mad at me? I'm the one that should be upset. After-all, you're the one that had your arms around another man within a day of marrying me!

EMILY
That's not... I didn't... oh you are infuriating!

JACK
Come on. It wasn't that bad.

EMILY
It was embarrassing!

JACK
So you embraced another man who wasn't your husband... it wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened.

EMILY
It wasn't like that and you know it.

JACK
I do. I was watching, remember?

EMILY
I don't like you right now.

JACK
Seriously, what's the big deal babe?

EMILY
The big deal? I made a complete fool of myself and you just stood there!

JACK
I told you, I wasn't just-

EMILY
Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. You were watching.

JACK
Just calm down Em.

EMILY
You did not just say that.

JACK
No I didn't.

EMILY
I'm not talking to you anymore.

JACK
What?

(EMILY turns away from him and doesn't respond. He shrugs and carries some of the suitcases into a room just off of the living room. EMILY glares after him before getting up and retrieving a book from a small bag just inside the front door. She returns to the couch and starts reading. JACK emerges wearing swim trunks under a nice fluffy robe. EMILY stares at him as he walks out.)

JACK
Huh? It's our honeymoon. I'm going to dang well enjoy it!
(EMILY almost responds then remembers she is not speaking to him.)

Oh that's right. You're not talking to me. Guess that means you won't mind if I have this yummy candy-bar that just happens to be your favorite. (Retrieving from the same bag that EMILY got her book from. She snorts and glares in return. JACK sits on the couch right next to EMILY, crowding her. She tries shoving him away a bit but he doesn't budge. She just scoots farther away and tries to ignore him.)