Thursday, November 06, 2025

November Playwrighting: Crash Sights #3 scene

   (Strong headlights across the stage)

                                OLD JEREMY

Where are we?

                                OLD SECILY

I don’t know.

                                OLD JEREMY

It doesn’t look like…

                                OLD SECILY

Wait, that hill…

                                OLD JEREMY

At dusk…

                                OLD SECILY

No, turn back…

                                OLD JEREMY

Can’t, watch.

                                JEREMY

Where?

                                SECILY

I am not sure.

                                JEREMY

There?

                                SECILY

No.

                                JEREMY

It has to be here.

                                SECILY

I am sorry.

                                JEREMY

Don’t give up. It is alright. We’ll find it.

                                SECILY

We will not! It is all my fault.

                                    JEREMY

No, I should have… it is my fault.

                                SECILY

Okay, yes, it is your fault!

                                JEREMY

Whoa, whoa, whoa… You… okay… Let’s both take a deep breath and a step back. You want this?

                                SECILY

Yes.

                                JEREMY

Me too. We’ll find it.

                                SECILY

When you knelt out here, I thought what is he doing?

                                JEREMY

I thought it would surprise you.

                                SECILY

It did surprise me. Too much.

                                JEREMY

I got that. Keep looking.

                                SECILY

What if it is gone?

                                JEREMY

Keep looking.

                                SECILY

Your mother…

                                JEREMY

Keep searching, please?

                                SECILY

Ok, I look some more.

(SECILY screams and picks up something)

It here!

                                JEREMY

Really?

                                SECILY

No, no, it not. Pop bottle ring.

                                   JEREMY

Well, that could be your ring.

                                SECILY

No, no, no…

                                BOTH OLDS AND ORIGINALS

Keep looking!

                                SECILY

I thought it was joke. Not real.

                                OLD SECILY

It never seemed real.

                                JEREMY

That’s why you threw it?

                                OLD SECILY and SECILY

No, I did not think.

                                OLD JEREMY AND JEREMY

No, you did not.

                                       SECILY

The ring so unexpectedly there in your hand and the question rings beautifully in my ears. I float away. Like a dream or a joke not sure which so I turn around and throw it away, why?

                                    JEREMY

You don’t want it or me.

                                SECILY

Wrong. I want.

                                JEREMY

I want too.

                                SECILY

 It all not real as I never think that… you… so I throw like pinch.

                                JEREMY

Pinch?

                                SECILY

To wake me, I dream.

                                    JEREMY

You… we are awake. No dream.

                                SECILY

Good. That is good. It be a strange dream.

(SECILY steps forward into the road)

Ah, there, I think. See it?

(SECILY bends to pick up the ring as headlights swerve, break sounds)

                                JEREMY

Secily!

(Scream and blackout) 

Wednesday, November 05, 2025

November Playwrighting: Crash Sights scene #2

 (There is a hiss of steam being let out and then a car alarm sound. The sound of someone forcing it off. JEREMY walks out with wires in his hand.)

                                SECILY

How many does that make?

                                JEREMY

I don’t know what you mean.

                                OLD SECILY

You knew.

                                OLD JEREMY

I did, but couldn’t admit it.

                                 JEREMY

Someone will come soon.

                                SECILY

I don’t think so.

                                 JEREMY and OLD JEREMY

They will.

                                SECILY and OLD SECILY

When?

                                 JEREMY

Soon.

                                OLD JEREMY

Sorry.

                                SECILY

What do we do until someone come?

                                OLD SECILY

You should be sorry.

                                SECILY

Cold.

                                 JEREMY

Here.

(HE walks off and gives her a blanket that has leaves and things stuck to it)

                                SECILY

Ugh, no.

                                 JEREMY

You said you’re cold! Here take it!

(SHE tries to pick all the things off the blanket)

                                SECILY

Thanks.

(SHE starts to put it around her shoulders. SHE sucks in her breath)

Ouch! Something bite me!

                                 JEREMY

Let me see. You’re bleeding. What did you do?

                                SECILY

Not me! That coperta! It bite me!

                                 JEREMY

Blankets don’t bite, but other things around here might.

                                SECILY

Am I going to die?

                                 JEREMY

It is only a little blood. Might scar.

                                SECILY

Scar?

                                 JEREMY

Mark on skin.

                                SECILY

Mark forever mark on my skin?

                                 JEREMY

Maybe not. Here let me wipe the blood away.

                                OLD SECILY

It did.

                                OLD JEREMY

I said I was sorry.

                               OLD SECILY

I remember. You forever sorry.

                                OLD JEREMY

You never forget.

(HE kisses her hand. JEREMY picks up the blanket and drops it in pain.)

                                 JEREMY

Sharp! What is that?

                                SECILY

It bite.

                                 JEREMY

It can’t bite but it does feel like it.

(Kicks the blanket)

Stay down you vicious creature!

                                SECILY

Watch out! It bite with teeth!

                                JEREMY

It is bearing it’s fangs.

(hands her a stick)

We must defend ourselves!

                                SECILY

Of course. Ungard?

                                 JEREMY

Ungard!

                                SECILY

Ungard!

(JEREMY and SECILY sword fight the “blanket” creature and each other joking around)

                                OLD SECILY

Who are these two?

                                OLD JEREMY

Crazy kids?

                                OLD SECILY

Crazy, yes.

                                 JEREMY

Wait, I see the teeth!

                                SECILY

Really? Attack!

                                 JEREMY

No, no, no. I see something shiny. Glass. It must be from the…sorry, sorry, sorry!

                                SECILY

I like pretend better than knowing what teeth.

                                 JEREMY

We will get through this.

                                SECILY

Not without marks.

                                 JEREMY

Marks?

(SECILY points to her hand)

We don’t know if it will scar. Scar, not mark.

                                SECILY

Scar.

(BOTH JEREMYS take BOTH SECILYS' hands)

                                 JEREMY

I’ll kiss it and make it better.

                                OLD SECILY and SECILY

You think so.

                                OLD JEREMY and  JEREMY

Si.

November Playwrighting #4: Theatre Schmeater

 Theatre Schmeater

A bare stage with a ghost light.

(In the gloom a WHISTLER walks out. Whistles a sprightly tune, turns off the ghost light, and walks off with it. On the heels of this a spotlight flicks on and there is a MIME standing there. The MIME does mime things as another spotlight clicks on to a RULE READER. Both MIME and READER do their thing at the same time.)

RULE READER

Rule number one, never yell fire in a theater. Number two, disruptive behavior of any kind is not allowed. Like, no talking to the actors during the performance, in other words, no heckling. No unwrapping noisy snacks, actually that would be no snacks or food or drink of any kind. In this theatre especially. Number four, no wearing green. Number five, no saying the real name of the Scottish play.

(ENTER RULE BREAKER)

RULE BREAKER

Fire! Everybody out! Fire!

(No one moves)

RULE READER

Rule number one: Never yell fire in a theater.

RULE BREAKER

F-I-R-E! FFFFFFFFIIIIIRRRREEEE!

(MIME mimes putting out the fire. RULE READER is handed a bucket of water that he dumps over RULE BREAKER’S head. RULE BREAKER EXITS)

RULE READER

Rule number two: no disruptive behavior of any kind. No talking to the performers. Absolutely, no heckling.

(RULE BREAKER RE-ENTERS IN THE HOUSE dressed in green and he has the WHISTLER with him)

RULE BREAKER

Can you believe this person? Who cares? These things are not rules! They are silly superstitions! (to the WHISTLER) Go ahead, do your thing!

(The WHISTLER begins to whistle a complex tune)

Hey, you’re pretty good!

RULE READER

No! No! Stop that! You’re breaking number six! No whistling in the theater!

WHISTLER

I whistle in here all the time! Good acoustics!

RULE BREAKER

And we like it, don’t we?

(gets the audience to applaud)

What are you going to do about it?

RULE READER

Plenty!

(RULE READER EXITS with the MIME) 

Tuesday, November 04, 2025

November Playwrighting: Crash Sights

 This could be the beginning of something or nothing. Not sure, but here it is in all of it's page and a half glory. Blog format doesn't do well with my playwrighting format, so just the basics from now on in formatting.

Crash Sights 

 Sound of car tires screeching and then a crash. Steam coming out of the back of the stage, and the blinking of car lights off and on. Then walking feet of JEREMY with SECILY.

JEREMY

I am so, so, so sorry! I was trying not to hit the cat and looked up and there you were. Are you ok?

SECILY

I feel… what is the word? Sinning?

JEREMY

Spinning? That’s not good. Here sit. Where did that cat go?

SECILY

There was no cat.

JERMY

No, there was a cat. It was black.

SECILY

I saw no cat.

JEREMY

There was a big, fluffy black cat that jumped out of nowhere into the road!

SECILY

Floofy cat?

JEREMY

Fluffy, you know

(puffs out his cheeks and demonstrates “fluffy”)

Like that.

SECILY

Okay. You see this cat. Not me in car?

JEREMY

I’m sorry.

(Both actors freeze. Older versions of them come out to inspect the younger versions of themselves.)

OLDER JEREMY

You see? I was charming.

OLDER SECILY

Not charming. My aching head says otherwise.

OLDER JEREMY

There was a cat.

OLDER SECILY

The cat still! It was never proven.

OLDER JEREMY

It got scared.

OLDER SECILY

Two cars go boom, sure, I’d run too.

OLDER JEREMY

But you didn’t.

OLDER SECILY

Should have, maybe.

(JEREMY puts his arms around her)

Perhaps there was an imaginary cat.

 

Sunday, November 02, 2025

November Playwriting Day 2 :Help Me, Jesus!

 I love Jesus and am not mocking prayer. There is a deeper meaning to this little play. It is meant to be fun, but it does have a serious undertone. Remember, this is a quick first draft written today, but I think this could be a fun 10-minute play. It does involve voting and Jesus in a humorous form, not created to offend. Read at your own peril. 

The working title is: Help Me, Jesus!

 

                                                        (TALEJA, African-American woman, is standing in front of a polling location. There is a ballot box behind her, and she is holding her mail-in ballot. She is waiting for KURT, her Caucasian husband, who looks disheveled. There is an ELECTION OFFICIAL guarding the box.)

 

                                                                    TALEJA

You are cutting it close!

 

                                                                    KURT

We have plenty of time, don’t we? When do the polls close?

 

                                                                   TALEJA

(annoyed)

A little less than half an hour and it’s we have to put our ballots in the box by then.

                                                                 KURT

I love that I don’t have to stand in line. Are you sure this works?

                                                                 TALEJA

Yes! I’ve been voting through the mail for four years now. It is safe and easy.

                                                               KURT

Too easy. But, how do you know your vote is counted? It looks like a regular mailbox. Who collects it? Where does it really go?

                                                             TALEJA

Really? We’ve been over this.

                                                            KURT

It’s just weird, I’m used to standing in line, showing up and making those decisions on the spot.

                                                         TALEJA

Uh-huh. And again, I ask what happens to those votes? Professor, tell me, how do you know those votes, your vote is counted and not just thrown away?

                                                            KURT

Point taken. A box is a box, right? It is taken by officials, and they are counting or not counting our votes. Hummm…

(Searching his pockets)

You got a pen?

                                                            TALEJA

No, no, no, you didn’t fill it out already?

                                                            KURT

Relax. I’m almost done just wanted to know who you voted for…

                                                            TALEJA

No! We talked about this. We are individuals! Just because we’re married now doesn’t mean you get to ask me for voting advice.

                                                            KURT

For county commissioner, there are so many people running and they all look the same. I just wanted to know who…

                                                            TALEJA

Nope. You read the voter’s guide and chose just like I did.

                                                            KURT

It is faster to ask who you voted…

                                                            TALEJA

By yourself! Hurry, up, we want to take our first voting selfie putting them in the box!

                                                           

KURT

Okay, ok. Aha!

(KURT produces a pen and signals TALEJA to turn around and bend over so he can write on his ballot on her back. She eventually does so. ELECTION OFFICIAL clears his throat. TALEJA grabs KURT and pulls him a bit away from the box as the ELECTION OFFICIAL signals that it isn’t far enough. Eventually, they are in the right distance from the box.)

KURT

What is that about?

                                                            TALEJA

You can’t fill your ballot out while standing near the box. You have to be further away.

                                                            KURT

Ok, why does it matter? It is just a box.

                                                            TALEJA

I can’t be influencing you on who to vote for.

                                                            KURT

Oh, but you aren’t. You made that real clear. Or was it because you thought that person could hear us. You can whisper to me who you are voting for as county commissioner.

                                                            (TALEJA walks away)

Oh, come on! How do you… for better for worse! I can’t choose. I don’t know these people.

(KURT starts walking back towards her, and the               ELECTION OFFICIAL clears his throat again.)

Ok, ok, Geeze. (praying) Oh, sorry, Lord. Hey, Lord, could you help me out? I am thankful for this convenient way to vote but I’m really stressed. This is important, you know, and I don’t know what to do. My “helpmate” over there doesn’t seem to care.

                                                               TALEJA

Ha, Lord Jesus, you know me too, and I care! But, in your wisdom, do hurry and help him out so he can get his vote in on time, so it will count. Thanks, Amen! Now vote! You don’t need an act of God to make a decision!

(A wind blows through that makes it hard for KURT to hold onto his ballot. ENTER WHITE JESUS and BLACK JESUS who greet the ELECTION OFFICIAL and each other.)

KURT

Whoa! I nearly lost my ballot. That doesn’t happen when you vote in person.

                                                            TALEJA

Weren’t you just saying how easy this is? Praising Jesus for this opportunity to vote?

                                                            (BOTH JESUSES come forward)

                                                            BOTH JESUSES

You’re welcome!

                                                            KURT

What? Whoa!

                                                            TALEJA

Huh? Ut-uh!

                                                            KURT

Lord-d-d-ss?

                                                            WHITE JESUS

Yes?

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Oh, he’s fun. Get up, man!

                                                           TALEJA

What is going on? Halloween is over, and that is just not funny.

                                                            WHITE JESUS

Told ya.

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Taleja, it’s me.

                                                            TALEJA

How do you know my name? I don’t know you.

                                                            KURT

Honey, you do.

                                                            TALEJA

Kurt, I think I’d remember dudes that look like…

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Like?

                                                            TALEJA

Like… why are you dressed like… why are you talking to us?

                                                            KURT

Why not?

                                                            WHITE JESUS

Exactly, Kurt gets it.

                                                            BLACK JESUS

My man!

                                                            (They both give him fist bumps)

                                                           

KURT

I called and they are here to help me make my decision.

                                                            TALEJA

Uh-huh. You know two guys who dress up as Jesus who go around helping voters make decisions? Was this one of those crazy late-night ads 1-888-J-V-O-T-E? How much did you pay for this service?

                                                            (KURT and JESUSES laugh)

                                                            KURT

I didn’t pay; I prayed. You even added your two cents to my prayer.

                                                            TALEJA

That wasn’t a serious prayer.

                                                            BOTH JESUSES

It was.

                                                            TALEJA

Stop that! You two are beginning to freak me out!

                                                            KURT

No, no, no, this is so righteous!

                                                            WHITE JESUS

I don’t know if it’s that.

                                                            KURT

Why come in the flesh now? I’ve asked so many other times for much more and this is such a small thing.

                                                            WHITE JESUS

Oh, ye of little faith.

                                                         BLACK JESUS

To us, this is not small nor is anything small where our creation struggles.

                                                            TALEJA

Sure. He’s not going to change the world with his vote for county commissioner.

                                                            WHITE JESUS

How do you know that?

                                                            TALEJA

I don’t.

                                                            BOTH JESUSES

We do.

                                                            KURT

Whoa, I can’t do this.

                                                            TALEJA

Yes, you can. Kurt, you’re nearly out of time! Come on!

                                                            KURT

Ok, okay. So, Jesus, who should I vote for?

                                                            WHITE JESUS

Should I tell him or do you want to?

                                                            BLACK JESUS

He might take it better from you.

                                                            WHITE JESUS

“It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search out a matter.”

                                                            KURT

Huh?

                                                            TALEJA

Proverbs 25:2

                                                            BLACK JESUS

She knows.

                                                            KURT

Knows what?

                                                            BLACK JESUS

“As you do not know the path of the wind or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.”

                                                            TALEJA

Clever, but quoting Ecclesiastes is just confusing.

                                                            KURT

I need to know who to vote for!

                                                            TALEJA

They are telling you that they aren’t going to tell you… exactly.

                                                            KURT

They aren’t answering my prayer!

                                                            TALEJA

That’s what I said!

                                                            WHITE JESUS

We are here to answer your prayer, sort of.

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Give you a boost by our presence with you.

                                                            ELECTION OFFICIAL

Hey, you two, if you’re going to vote, you’ve got only five minutes till we close down.

                                                            TALEJA

God with us and all, but you are slowing him down! This is not helping him decide!

                                                            KURT

She’s right. God, Lord Jesuses, thanks, but you are not giving me the help I asked for!

                                                            WHITE JESUS

We can’t… well, we could… but won’t…No, it isn’t what we do when we help.

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Help comes in all forms and flavors; besides, you know who to vote for.

                                                            KURT

No! I don’t!

                                                            WHITE JESUS

You do. Think about that voting pamphlet, you read it, didn’t you? I saw you studying it.

                                                            KURT

I did.

                                                            BLACK JESUS

Think about who you can remember from the county commissioner page.

                                                            KURT

I remember all the stupid stuff. All the annoying things they said and that’s what makes it confusing. I…

WHITE JESUS

(singing) You've got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
E-lim-i-nate the negative

                                                BLACK JESUS

(singing) Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mr. In-Between

                                                KURT

I’ve got to (singing) ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive

                                                TALEJA

That makes sense! (singing) E-lim-i-nate the negative

                                                BOTH JESUSES

(singing) Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mr. In-Between

(JESUSES and TYLEJA keep humming or singing the song and evolve into a dance together while KURT marks his ballot, seals, and signs it. He joins in the dance as they all go to the ballot box. Only JESUSES EXIT.)

                                                TYLEJA

Wait! We have to get a picture! Do you mind?

                                                ELECTION OFFICIAL

That’s fine. I have been doing these all day.

                                                KURT

Thanks, sorry I took so long.

                                                ELECTION OFFICIAL

As long as you make up your mind in time. Proverbs 14:15: "The simple believe anything, but the prudent give thought to their steps”.

                                                TYLEJA

Them too?

                                                KURT

Yeah, he knows. They must hang out here a lot!