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.]