Play Five- Creations

[Lights up on a single writer behind a desk. He scratches his head with his pencil and scribbles on his pad of paper. He looks up and starts as he notices the audience.]

WRITER:
Oh, hello. Did my wife let you in? Eh, I guess that's not really pertinent. I don't mean to be rude, but, do you mind? I'm trying to write. You see, I started on something that I thought I loved. Then I realized that I really did love it, but only when it was in my head. It's hard you know, to make things come to life. In your head it's easy to make them dance, and sing in a realistic fashion. You can make them sound the way you want, move the way you want, even chew gum the way you want. But, it seems that every time I create someone I can't bring myself to give them a tragic life.....I wish our creator was like that.

[Long pause and the writer goes back to writing. Lights fade.]

Play Four- Alone

[Lights up on a five people sitting on the stage. There is music playing and each person has a pencil and paper in front of them. They are writing. After a beat, one of the end people get up, leaving their things and walks off stage. Another beat, another person does the same thing. This continues until the person in the middle is the only one left. She continues writing for a second and then picks her head up. She looks around. noticing that everyone's gone.]

GIRL:
Where...

[The girl looks at her watch.]

GIRL:
Oh, it's over...

[The girl looks at her things and wrings her hands.]

GIRL: [To herself]
I'm not going to stop. Alone or not, I can't stop.

[The girl picks up her pencil and begins writing again. She pauses for a moment and looks around sadly. She then shrugs and continues writing. Lights fade.]

Play three- Dolly.

[Lights come up on a girl sitting in the middle of the stage. She holds a doll and is lovingly brushing it's hair back from it's face. She looks up at the audience.]

GIRL:

See dolly here? She was once like you and me. We played together. I would whisper secrets in her ear at night. Things that I didn't want others to know.  I knew that dolly wouldn't tell. She's a good dolly. Once, I almost left her at a gas station. Mommy drove all the way back to pick her up because I couldn't stop crying. Dolly always liked to have her hair brushed. She used to say that it felt nice on her brain. I always laughed at her because I wasn't brushing her brain. I taught dolly the alphabet. She learned really fast. Then I taught her how to read. Her favorite book was always Where The Wild Things Are. I liked that book too. I never used to sleep without dolly. I would tuck her in and kiss her on the forehead. Then we would both settle down to sleep. She was my best friend [Beat of her looking sadly at the doll.]  And then I grew up.

[The girl takes one last look at the doll and gets up. She sets it on the ground and walks away. Lights fade.]

Play Two- The One

[Lights up on an old man. He sits on a bench and feeds squirrels/ birds. After a beat an old woman hobbles in. She sits next to him and watches the animals eat.]

OLD MAN:
Pleasant weather out today, no?

[The Old woman nods and looks out ahead of her. A different old man walks up and greets the old woman. They go off together. The Old man keeps feeding the animals. When the couple is completely off stage, he looks after them, longingly.]

OLD MAN:
I was hoping she was the one.

[Lights fade as he continues to feed the squirrels/ birds]

First play-a-day not graded- Requirements

[Lights up on a young girl sitting at a table.There is the remains of a midnight snack in front of her, and there is also a stuffed bunny sitting to the side of the mid-night snack. The girl leans back in her chair and happily pats her stomach. The bunny speaks:]

STUFFED BUNNY:
Are you full now?

[The girl nods.]

STUFFED BUNNY:
Are you sleepy?

[The girls eyes start to droop and she nods.]

STUFFED BUNNY:
Are you happy?

[The girls eyebrows knit together and her eyes slowly open. She looks at the bunny.]

GIRL: [Worriedly]
Oh no! Is that a requirement?

[Blackout]

Play Twenty-Nine- Maybe.

[Lights up on a girl, C.S. She wears daintily colored clothing and a blank expression, except for sad eyes.]

GIRL:
Maybe I don't want to be your friend anymore.
Maybe I don't want to write.
Maybe I don't want to talk.
Maybe I want to talk.
Maybe I don't know how to talk.
Maybe I want to be alone.
Maybe I want to be in a room full of people.
Maybe I want to cry.
Maybe I want to laugh.
Maybe words hurt.
Maybe they heal.
Maybe I like chocolate.
Maybe I prefer flowers.
Maybe I think actions speak louder than words.
Maybe I think words are nice.
Maybe I enjoy wearing dresses.
Maybe I would much rather be in jeans.
Maybe I write plays.
Maybe I write poetry.
Maybe I share my life with others.
Maybe I keep my life to myself.
Maybe this speech sounds natural.
Maybe this speech sounds forced.
Maybe I sing along to the radio.
Maybe I don't listen to the radio.
Maybe I read Vonnegut.
Maybe I just read Golding.
Maybe I wear a mask.
Maybe I expose myself.
Maybe I like morning.
Maybe I like the night.
Maybe I lie.
Maybe I tell the truth.
Maybe I mean it.
Maybe I don't.
Maybe I want to die,
Or Maybe, just Maybe I want to live.
Maybe you have no idea.
[She smiles sadly at the audience.]

Maybe you should guess.

[Blackout.]

Play Twenty-Eight- Questions.

[Lights up on a girl and a boy, sitting side by side. The girl, without looking at the boy asks:]

GIRL:
Can I ask you a question that I think is kinda silly?

BOY: [Not looking at her either.]
Go ahead.

GIRL: [In all seriousness.]
....Do you love me?

BOY: [Clearly jesting.]
..Eh.. Sometimes.

[He nudges the girl in a "Hey, we're just joking around" manner. She looks at him sadly.]

GIRL:
I hate you.

BOY:
What'd I do?

GIRL:
Nothing.

BOY:
..Whaa..?

[The girl gets up and walks away leaving the boy sitting alone, looking confused. Lights fade.]