On The Streets of the Big Apple…By Bryant

Below is a scene I wrote for a Theatre class at school, I had to combine two characters that we had done monologues on. If you could give me some feedback that would be awsome.

START OF SCENE-ON A STREET IN NEW YORK
(music begins to play as the lights come up bright Leo stands at center stage he looks at a “map”, He look s confused and moves from one side of the stage to other in the appearance of looking for street signs, he becomes frustrated and sets his suitcase and map down and he sits on the suitcase, Cassy enters from the side she seems to be in a hurry, but when she spots Leo on the suitcase she stops)
Cassy- Are you alright sir?
Leo- OH..(jumping up and grabing his map)I am glad you stopped, I have been looking for Broadway for the longest time………I think somethings wrong with this map?(Cassy turns the map around) OH it was upside down, that explains alot…….Thank you.(smiles)
Cassy- Looking for Broadway are you?, and reason why?
Leo- OH I want to get a Motel close by all the theatres so as when I finally get my script ready I can just walk across the street and hand it to them(Mimes this whole thing)
Cassy- Oh a playwright! I am just absoulutly exagerated about playwrights!…..(Leo stands with a blank face)You know I am an actress myself. In fact I just came from an audition not to long ago, am sure I have the part smack but you never know.(Leo goes to talk but is cut off)Infact my mother and her mother both actresses, sad story really though, both dead of course now, my grandmother you see well she died at the unfortunate age of sixty seven, she just so happend to be in a fine production of Hamlet at the time where she was playing the Queen or the Jester or something, well anyway she passed away mid stream through the production of the show and she then was replaced by my mother who in the final act of the play on closing night, was actually poisned like the queen, it seems that her vial of water was replaced by an unfriendly audience member with a vial of arsenic, it really was a nasty buisness really but like my mother and grandmother I have found the joy in acting and I plan to kept at it for many years to come, I consider myself a flavourous actress and well you see(Leo this whole time stares at Cassy in amazment)I would just be delighted if you would consider me for a part in you new play, what was it called?
Leo- Oh I didnt say, its The Captains Corridor!
Cassy-(thinking)HMMMMMM! well it could use a name change but so far am very intriged.
Leo- Well I think the name is suitable, especially if its you read it, but am sorry miss am not sure that I have a part for you.
Cassy- Oh dont be ridiculous, theres always room, even if the part is just a mismal one. Although I havent asked, which I should have, is it a musical? (before Leo can answer) Because I dont do musicals.
Leo- Well thats what my play is(trying to cover up his anoyence)its The Captains Corridor a Musical in two acts.
Cassy- Well your going to need to fix that, simple straight play would do faboulously for me.
Leo- I really did have my heart set on a musical and I thanks you for you thoughts but I think I am going to stick to the Musical. My momma always said that if your gunna start something you need to finish it like you started it and wanted it.
Cassy- Your Mother darling dont be a complete dolt, who listens to their mother, I mean look at me my mothers last words before her tragic death on stage was,(wipes eyes in a hurried fashion)(she pauses then blurts it all out) DONT ACT, and look at me now I mean am probably one of the greatests actress’s on Broadway.
Leo-(amazed) Really, oh wait tell momma hears about this.
Cassy- Well of course I have yet to be in any play(pauses thinks)but I know am the best!
Leo- You have never been in a play before?
Cassy-No darling I havent, well only because I havent exposed myself to the public enough.
Leo-(picking up his map again)(looks it over) Which way was Broadway again?
Cassy-(pointing off stage right) That way darling,(leo picks up his suitcase and is about to walk off) Whats the hurry darling, we need to talk buisness before you can cast me in your play!
Leo- Well miss, I havent even finshed my play and well am sorry to say this but I dont see that I would be able to fit you into my play(Cassy looks at her nails) I am sorry but I really need to get going I need to find a Motel room like I said earlier, because I really need to get started on my writing.
Cassy-(all the sudden changing emotions drastically) You know how many people have rejected me(goes to say his name)……Whats your name?
Leo- Leo Davis
Cassy- Leo do you know how many people have rejected me in my life.
Leo- Well I really dont have any idea, but my mother always said that rejection was Gods way of saying that there is a diffrent path waiting for you out in the world.
Cassy-(crying)You dont understand, I have tried everything, I have cried, begged, screamed and I never got what I really wanted, which was a a role even if it was a small role in anything, and well I just thought some one like you just might maybe be kinda and give me my dream, but I guess I was wrong about you.(starts to walk off)
Leo-(at first letting her leave and then looking back down at his map) Wait! Miss.
Cassy-(whirling around witha grin on her face) Yes, oh and you may call me Cassy.
Leo- I………….guess I can………..(hesitates)
Cassy-YES
Leo- Well I guess…….
Cassy-(pushing)Go on yes?
Leo- I guess you can……….be in my play.(very tired looking after he says that)
Cassy- OH….Its leo right(Leo nods) OH leo you dont know how much this means to me. I really do epreciate it.Well I must be going its getting quite late, you may want to find a Motel room, may I suggest something on Broadway so that you can just walk over to the theatres and hand them your script, well thats my opinion anway. But thank you very much Leo.
Leo- yah!(does this in a fake smile/grin/laugh) (Cassy walks off stage) (to himself) Wow New York what a crazy place! I havent been here more that 30 minutes and some strange lady already became attracted to my pliwrighting allora,I guess it does come from my mother(he slowly wakes across the stage)she has always been proud of me my mother has. I am going to miss her.I do wish that I could have brought all of Oswego Nebraska here to New York with me, but oh geeze could you imagine, Mayor Wimpleton here in New York, he would be like horse in a pig pen(laugs)Hey well I like that!(takes out pade of paper and pin)(writing and speaking out loud what he is writing) LIKE A HORSE IN A PIG PEN! (stopping and looking up as if he was reading a sign) Motel Broadway! well this seems suitable. OH look it seems that they even have radios in every room, ONLY in NEW YORK(gives a hearty laugh and exits between Curtain)Curtain-

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I Curse Your Soul….By Bryant

Below is a script I wrote a year ago for a workshop, its not he best, but give me some feedback!

ACT ONE SCENE ONE
(the room is dark, then soft lights come on giving the effect of candles. a loan simple wooden table sits at center, two chairs sit of two the right,a bible sits on the table)(Music begins to softly play, its a mournful tune,the music stops, Elizabeth and Minister John Puller enter, Anne Hutchinson hands are tied behind her back and her hair is in a mess, John Puller is nicely groomed and, he pushes Anne Hutchinson into her seat)
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(holding up the bible) This is the Holy Bible is it not?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
Yes.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
What is the main purpose of this holy document, after all you should know, your father was in fact a minister as am I. You should be well learned in its contents.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(very bitter) The main purpose of this document sir is to spread the word of the Lord and to teach the Laws of God.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Very good….and may I ask why you are sitting at this table now, with your hands tied behind your back and why for the last week have you been sitting in a dark and bleak cell?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
For that sir I can not say for I have done nothing wrong, except spread the word of the truth and nothing more.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(enraged) You have done nothing wrong? My lady do you not realize that what you have done is in fact High Heresy in the eyes of the beholder, do you not see(getting in close to Annes face)that what you have done is to make a treaty with Satan himself?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(taken aback) I have never compacted anything such with Satan. What I have preached is from God himself.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
How do you not know that what you preached has not come from the devil?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I know that it has not come from the devil the same as I know that Moses parted the sea. It comes in a godly fashion , I think that is far enough reason to believe that it in fact comes from the Lord.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(picking up the bible again) Do you know that what this book contains is pure fact, sister Wheeler do you not see that.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I see it as plain as any man sir.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(furious) Then why do you seek to destroy it?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(standing)I have never sought to destroy.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Would you kindly sit?…..(a hard stare at Anne Hutchinson, who in turn does not sit) You Will sit immediately!(Anne Hutchinson slowly sits)(Puller also sits and opens the bible on the table he reads for a moment then looks up,Anne Hutchinson sits staring away from Puller, Puller takes a paper out of his pocket, he begins to read) That the Law and the preaching of it, is of no use at all to drive a man to Christ…. (Anne Hutchinson turns and looks at him)(Puller continues resiting)That a man is united to Christ and justified, without faith; yea, from eternity……..(together)
ANNE HUTCHINSON AND MINSISTER JOHN PULLER:
(they say this toghether as John read and Anne does so from memory) God loves a man never the better for any holiness in him, and never the less, be he never so unholy.(Puller stops reading and puts the document in his pocket)What is meant by these statements Sister Wheeler?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
You should know more than anyone John.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(angry) You will call of me Sir and of nothing more do you hear?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
Yes Sir!
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
What is meant by these statements?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
What is meant by these statements is that what you are preaching is surely wrong.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
How dare you say that! What these statements are, they are messages from Satan.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
These are my bieliefes according to those in which you have set the standard , if we are predestined to heaven then why is it that we need to obey the laws that are set before us. Why should we go to church on the sabbath or give thanks to the Lord when he has already decided on our future in heaven.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
You dont know what you speak of!
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I know exactly what I speak of, you and the authorities are naive to this fact.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
We are not naive, we our men of God and he has not proclaimed any of this information unto us.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
The lord need not bestow all unto you and your fellow ministers sir, The Lord does work in mysterious ways.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Why would he waste time on you?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I am of goodly nature sir, in the eyes of the Lord I am holy enough to resive such messages.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
If these messages were in fact from the Lord he would give sign to the Ministries as to this new change. It has been our teachings for years that if there is anything the Lord wishes to declare to an individual that is not in the authority of the church that he give sign as to the truth, and Sister Wheeler there has been no sign of truth in what you have preached.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
The Truth is all around sir, do you not see that we live in a time of hardships sir, and the Lord has given us commandments that will better our lives. These messages are in good faith.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
You will not speak highly of these blastfimull teachings, you will stop at this very moment of your ill teachings. You have poisoned enough of the faithful men and woman of God.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
Those men and women that have been so surely poisoned are there lives better for what I have brought them, do the not prosper?(Puller stands)do you not see that without these teachings we are doomed?
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(looks hard at Anne Hutchinson)(he starts to speak but has a very viscous tone)If you speak of the Hudson’s and Pulmmer’s then you will be pleased to know that they too have been placed under arrest.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
What?
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Both of the wifes have been found guilty of Witchcraft, they will be hung tomorrow evening.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(gasps)You can not do this, they are all burdened by me sir, do not blame them do not.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Then you are admitting to your treachery?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
Never will I, but you can not murderer these innocent people, I will bare the burden for them.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(his voice soft and forcefully) You sweat as you say this! You plead to me! You ask for pardon of friendly beings! (Yelling) All signs of guilt.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I have no guilt for what I have done.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
You may not see your guilt but its there. It hides away like a scared child.(walks to the far end of the room) You have cursed the name of the Lord with guilt and you show this on your face. I am not un unreasonable man sister Wheeler, if you admit to your sins now, and confess of your witchcraft I will pardon you.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I will never admit to anything such, I am a pure woman I have never compacted with the Devil and I have never performed Witchcraft.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
There are Witnesses Sister Hutchinson, people who saw you, your Children!
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
My Children? What have you done to them?
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
I have done nothing to them Sister Wheeler, but they have told me the stories of your cruelty, and your witchcraft.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
They have told you nothing!
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Are you sure of that? Does this not sound like your son James, (reapating what he had heard from James) Mommy would put spells on our neighbors and promise us not to tell, it was a secret!
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
Stop it! He never said that.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Oh he did Sister Hutchinson and I believe I remeber your eldest daughter Sarah speaking of your teachings of Witchcraft to your children.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I have never tought my children witchcraft. Black magic is the key to satan.(begining to cry)
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
and are you not in compact him as we speak?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(speaking through tears)I have not compacted with the Devil sir I have not.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Then why is it that your children speak of it as you did, and why do your neighbors say so as well, admit it Sister Wheeler you are a witch?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(yelling) I say I am not.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(points finger at her) WITCH, admit it, Witch, admit it witch.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
I am not I am not am not am not, I am a child of God, I am not and will never be a friend of Satan.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
If you do not admit to your crimes, you will Die, admit to your crimes and I will have you pardoned.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(she is crying, she has her head turned away from John she sits still with her hand tied behind her back, she bows her head and then raises it, she looks hard at the face of John, she doesnt want to speak you can see this in her eyes) Full Pardon sir?
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Full pardon sister wheeler, know admit to me your crime!
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(whispering) I am witch.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Would you so kindly speak up?
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(she speaks up just a little) I am a witch.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
LOUDER!
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(speaking in a strong voice) I am a witch.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
(a smile comes accros his face as he stares at Anne Hutchinson ) Then you admit to being a Witch……Therfore you shall be punished.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(very taken aback) What about the Pardon?
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
I give no pardons to Witches, you will die,or be banished (points finger at Bible) God will has his vengince on your soul, and you will burn, You will burn, and You will die a witch.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
You can not do this, You can not do this, you can not do this, My Children Sir.
MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Oh dont wory about your children,t hey will be taken care of, and thanks to your testimony it is clear that your children have been taught in the ways of black magic and for that they shall be banished along with you.
ANNE HUTCHINSON:
(Puller walks over to her grabs her hands and pulls her up they stare hard at each other and then Puller starts to walk her out of the room and she shouts) John Puller, you shall burn in the depths of Hell for what you have done, I curse your soul, I curse Your soul, I curse your soul.(the soft music begins to play as the lights slowly dim to a black out,and then you hear the voice of Minister John Puller)
VOICE OF MINISTER JOHN PULLER:
Anne Hutchinson was found guilty on this day of High Heresy in the eyes of the all beholder, she and her family will be banished to Rhode Island, and there she will suffer the inflections that the Lord almighty shall place upon her. On this day Anne Hutchinson is no longer a child of God. She is no longer a Sister to this community(music begins to play louder and louder, the lights fade up and “another girl” played by the same girl as Anne Hutchison, sits at the table, facing her is Minister John Puller, they are “frozen in place” then movment by John Puller awakens them from their “frozen” stance, Minister John Puller picks up the bible and points at it)Do you know what this book contains? (and the lights fade to black)
CURTAIN:

The Presence…By Bryant

Below is a Monologue that I wrote last year. I am still re-writing on it. So it is incomplete, and probably FULL of typos, ex.

(John sits upon a chair next to a desk, he writes for a moment in a leather journal with a quill, he breathes deeply as he writes sorrow torments his mind, he speaks as if speaking his own writings and thoughts)My dearest Journal, my name as you know is Jonathan Edwards, at this date I’m 19 years of age……It has been years sense I have written my thoughts down upon paper……..I am writing today to recall the incidents which occurred on two evenings past……….as I slept in my bed I awoke to a swift blow of the wind……the night was dark and the scenery outside was unrecognizable……I went back into a deep sleep and did not stir….that was until a dull thud emerged from the kitchen below….was it mother up to cook morning breakfast?…..No, the sun was not dew for a few more hours. I reached out to grab my eye glasses on the bedside table, they were missing. I raised from bed in a blinded state, the house was cool…I could see my breath rise in front of me, the floor froze my feet and the air punctured my lungs…..another thud from below even louder than before….I opened my room door and the floor creaked, it startled me and I fled back inside the door. My nerves were in shock…something seemed wrong…it was as if something evil was taking place. I once more emerged from my room and on to the landing……another thud…I could hear my younger brothers snores from the room next room…a candle still burned in the frame of my mothers room were no sound was heard from……another thud…the candle light flickered as a hard draft rushed through the house…the candle regained its constant glow as I started for the stairs…I reached the first step I stopped….from downstairs no light was seen and no presence seemed noticeable. I stepped down once more and a voice behind me softly and calmly asked what I was doing. This startled me and I turned quickly, my mother stood above me in her night gown holding a the candle which had lit her room…another thud more harsh than the last…I stared at my mother then stepped down even farther…..another thud this time from the sitting room…my heart was beating faster and faster as I took more and more steps down. My mother followed and her breath floated past me with everyone loud gasp of air……..another thud this time the loudest….I noticed my brothers snoring had coast, I turned to look upstairs and there a few steps behind my mother was my brother William. I gave my brother a nod and bekend him to move by my side…I whispered to him that he and mother were to go together into the kitchen and see if there was any disturbance….I was to go into the sitting room….My heart beat faster and faster my breath shortened and the cold sank into my chest…the final steps…….I raced down, grabbing the banister swung around the edge and pounced with a swift motion into the sitting room were the dark seemed almost as chilling as it had looked….I looked deep into the dark searching with my eyes for the cause of this noise….another thud this time from he kitchen…a scream…..my mother!……another scream….My brother. I froze in place I could not move….the screams had startled me so that I could not move! I could not lift my legs, I tried and tried and managed only to fall to the ground…..the screams continued for what seemed to be hours…..slowly every so slowly my brothers screams ceased……my mother continued screaming for sometime and then her screaming came to a rest….I laid on the frozen ground….I could not move…..my brother and mother in mortal danger and I could not move…..I heard them scream in pain…..there was no telling what had happened…..I knew only one thing, they were dead. They were dead and I had done nothing……..I lay on the floor for hours not being able to move…….then I heard it once more…. the thud. I regained my footing and the strength came back as quickly as it had gone. I ran towards the thud…I reached the kitchen. A fowl stench stung my nostrils and I gagged…..I stopped I hunched over and I gagged once more……I covered my mouth and nose and looked up……my mother lay in a heap upon the floor…….my brother……my……..my brother lay next to me…..his face still……his eyes staring off to nowhere…….and from my brothers glazing eyes I saw it…….a small reflection from inside his eyes……I raised up and hugged the wall…..my breathing began to increase…..I am not sure of what I have seen but I am sure that what I have seen was not human or animal……there crouched upon the floor was a beast of ungodly features……his body was naked and his eyes flared red and he looked upon me…..I stared into his eyes….I felt evil beyond all evil…..the evil consumed me it rushed through my body as I stared…….Then the monster spoke.(at this point Jonathan turns around and turns back around as the beast, in his hand is a rat, his breathing is harsh and coarse, his eyes are intense, he speaks) I am God the Holy Father! I am God the Holy Father! I AM GOD THE HOLY FATHER!(the beast gasps for air his voice becomes bitter and evil pours from his mouth) I am God the Holy father!(thent he monster laughs evilly and nasty, coarse and sour, he looks down and bites the rat, he bites and smears the rat across his face) I am…..Satan………the Son of Evil.(laughs hysterically)I am SATAN the SON OF EVIL. I AM SATAN the son of evil. Try the rat its delicious!………….its time…..its TIME……….ITS TIME………..ITS TIME FOR THE WORLD TO KNOW WHAT I AM………………I AM THE SON OF EVIL THE FATHER OF DEATH THE SOUL OF SIN……………..I AM SATAN, LUCIFER, THE DEVIL.(the beast begins to eat at the rat once more, and he stands and turns and Johan than is present once more)………The beast pounced…he grabbed at my neck……..I smoked the monster across the face, it retreated to a corner…..I stared horror struck and fear ragged through my body……….I stared and as I stared the beast gave me one final look through his red eyes and he lurched past me and ran through the darkness…….I heard the door slam…….I collapse upon the floor and awoke the next morning, my brother and mother dead upon the floor……..I am writing this down now, because……I am to be hung for the murder of my Brother and Mother……I am to die………I am to die……I am to die…….I write this down so the world will know the truth…..I did not murder my Mother and Brother…….I did not……Satan murdered them……Satan took their lives……..Satan was in my home……Satan murdered my family…..(his eyes go glazed and his smiles wickedly) The only truly horrible thing about all this is that…..Satan murdered my family……but I let him in…….I told him to do it……..I gave him permission…….I sold my soul for eternal salvation….at the price of my family….Satan owns me and I owe him thanks for what he has given me.(sits at desk begins to write) My dearest Journal, my name is Jonathan Edwards and I have meet the devil. -scene-

Times are changing…

Fall has begun. Its a sad truth, really. The summer that semmed so endless, did in fact end. The nights are becoming increasingly long. The air is crisp and refreshing. The high dark clouds pour rain daily it seems. Once again its that time of year that seems to creep up on all of us. It is like a silent snake moving through the underbrush. You never see it coming untill its to late, your bit. The cold sweeps in, the aspects of seeing another summer look grim, and you slowly sink to the ground and let out that final breath of what you think is your last. Although its not. The snake turns out to be no more than a small garden snake. Your fine. The winter does not really have you beat, your will for summer is your constant support. This summer for me was a remarkable one. I did so many things that I had been dieing to do. As if my time at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival is not stated enough in this blog, I still would like to mention it. It truley was a once in a lifetime expierence. Its one of those things that you could never ever forget in a million years. I have two other memories that I can never forget. One being the only time it probably ever snowed in St. George. I believe I was four. I remeber playing outside in my jeans and jacket with the puppies on it. Tyrone and Tasha were pulling eachother in a tube around the yard. When it was my turn I got in the tube. As we got going, my pants slid down and snow managed to get inside. I do believe I cried. Then Mom came and brought me inside, she sat me down with a blanket shaped like a bear or dog. It was made of a silk like material. She then turned on Barney for me, and handed me some hot chocolate. It is my first memory. Then there is my time at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. This year I am a senior. It seems wierd to me that my days as a kid are almost over. In May I am an adult. It boggles my mind. Time has passed so fast, yet my freshman year seems ages ago. I have decided on my career. I am going to major in theatre arts in directing and acting. I then will procede to get my teaching degree. I hope to be able to teach Theatre in a school somewhere. I am setting my goals high for myself, as my dream is to work at either the Utah Shakespeare Festival or the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I am prepared to accept that these jobs pay little, and the actuallity of getting a role is small, even if your brilliant. Its what I love. Its what I will always do. Nothing makes me more happy, than being on stage.