Here's the page in which I post many of the things I've written online for the purpose of constructive/destructive criticism. Really, I just like to write, and maybe would make a career out of it someday, so I reason that I shouldn't feel self-conscious about displaying it online. I'm arrogant, you say? Maybe.
Ok... so I'm on this Ultimate Frisbee team over the summer, which was coincidentally named DIC Justice. This was at a camp, so everybody else was pretty casual about it, but we decided to go all out, and procure jersies, gatorade for every player, nicknames, and slogans ("Can you Taste the Justice?" and "Kneel Before DIC Justice" were my personal favorites, though others were along similar lines). Anyway, we're the best team there, and the team that everyone wanted to win, but we lose in the championships. Needless to say, we needed an epic poem-style tale to describe our feats, and that's where this story comes in.
Here's something recent, and one of my personal favorites: a short play about a person who hears voices in his head and has tried to kill himself many times. Naturally, it's a comedy. I was going to direct this for the Student Productions, but I'm thinking that most people just won't "get it." For those of you that do, however, please enjoy...
With my brother being 5th grade state champion of chess, I eventually had to write something about the "sport of kings." Here's a short screenplay, and it just happens to be utterly ludicrous. It's a lot more visual than most of the things I write, so imagining is being performed (or filmed) would be the way to go. Inspiration by Ted on this one.
If I haven't offended you somewhere down the line by now, either on this website or at any other time, watch out for the following story. Basically, we had an assignment to write a story with the theme being "truth," and I reasoned it could be anything, so I joked about writing a story with this subject, and then actually did it because I had some spare time. The following is a veiled attack on racism, though it comes off as being racist itself, but don't be fooled, just enjoy.
It has a crappy title, but I assure you that that's only because all the clever titles I had didn't make any sense. This is the first of my English assignments on Transcendentalism, and will probably be the best too, cause I have yet to find any subject as good to write about. Based on Thoreau's idea that all a nation does to honor itself will be going towards its burial, it's not very happy... but... yeah.
Another Transcendentalism assignment, but this one happens to be really screwed up. Oh well, another story in the bank, but don't think this has anything to do with my life. Based on the idea that reading the news is useless, because it's like gossip. You can know what's going to happen by studying history. My point of view on this one is pretty obvious.
A story written in the second person, and not just for the sake of writing something in the second person. This fable of change reflects the ideas of civil disobedience, with the constant reminder that the next rebel against conformity could be you.
An utterly ridiculous story, and another written with the extremely broad subject of "truth" in mind. Most have said that the ending too abrupt, or the style isn't quite right... well, screw them.
Henry David Thoreau spends a great deal of time talking about how modern people have so few skills because they only learn how to do specific things. Therefore, ultramodern people must go a step further, right? If I say so, it has to be right.
My last story for my English project, and probably the most fun. It's not dark in any way, really, just a whole mess of fun (Clean up on aisle "writings"). It begins in a convention of therapists telling stories about their patients, but nothing is as it seems...
Here's something interesting: another play. This one's about two guys in a cafe who get to talking and one quickly finds out there's more than meets the eye. I wrote this one afternoon and will hopefully be directing it circa next week. It'll offend some people, sure, but not nearly as many as the other one. Just to clear up the confusion, the title and the filename don't match because it was originally without a title. The working title came from a combination of its resemblance to the story "Roman Fever" and a nickname for a punk freshman. And if you're reading this, Cheever, you're not nearly as hated as this makes it sound. Now get back in the trunk.
This is what I'm going to direct for student productions, barring a few minor changes. It's a show about a religious family and a wife with an interesting secret. It's more subtle than most things I've done, but that's why everyone loves it so much. Enjoy!
This is an interesting one, primarily because it is was an idea for a student production that i wanted to do this year or next. After finishing it, I realized that it will never, ever be performed. One character in it is so vile and offensive that it makes Richard Pryor look like little Richard. But, really, that's the point of the story, and that's why it's so hilarious. Don't think too much about what is being said, because then it's going to hurt. Just try to enjoy it.
Based on a single random line from the Simpons ("I'll be Gus, the loveable Chimney sweep. Clean as a whistle, sharp as a thistle, best in all Westminster. Yeah!"), this is a play about two people who can't relate to each other very well. I'm pretty sure this is the last of the plays I'll be doing for awhile, and it's also very different from my others. But, I like it, so I hope you all do too.
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