Lonelygirl15

I actually put them into a collection called "Random Incoherence"

And what I meant by, give you one in person, was that when I am rich and famous, I won't forget my first leading lady! ^^

lonelyelendi wrote:I actually put them into a collection called "Random Incoherence"

And what I meant by, give you one in person, was that when I am rich and famous, I won't forget my first leading lady! ^^

Aw, now I feel all happy.

Want me to email you the set?

And you can find all of my work here: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/556293/

Commitment.
A short written by Kenneth Dale

Man: [Sigh] I don’t know.

Woman: What do you mean?

Man: I mean, I just don’t know.

Woman: What’s to know? We’ve done it a hundred times, and never had any problems. So, what’s the matter sweetheart?

Man: I know. But, see, I just don’t know if I feel right about it anymore.

Woman: Why is that?

Man: I don’t know. Would you stop loving me if I said I didn’t want to?

Woman: Of course not. You know I will love you no matter what.

Man: And I love you.

Woman: I know.

[A few moments of silence]

Woman: What are you thinking about?

Man: I am just trying to decide what to do.

Woman: Don’t worry about it, honey, we can always do something else.

Man: But won’t you miss the feeling it gives you?

Woman: Well, maybe just a little bit, but I will get over it.

Man: Maybe if I had more balls you wouldn’t have to!

Woman: Don’t say that! You are one hell of a man, and you know it! No one else could do what you do!

Man: Yeah, you are right. What was I worried about? Sure, I am not as young as I once was, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still do it!

Woman: I’d say you’ve gotten better as you got older.

Man: Really?

Woman: Mm-hmm.
Man: Well, I guess I have honed my technique.

Woman: You sure have!

Man: What are we waiting for? Get the car, honey. We’re going to go get rich.

Fish
A short written by Kenneth Dale

Cast:
Bob
John
Woman

[LIGHTS UP.]

[Throughout the skit, Bob remains completely calm in tone, unless otherwise noted.]

Bob: Hey man. I got a problem.

John: Woah there buddy, I’m gonna need you to calm down.

Bob: I am…

[John hits Bob with a large dead fish, interrupting Bob’s thought.]

Bob: What the f**k was that for?

John: I told you to calm down.

Bob: So you hit me in the face with a dead fish? That was totally…

[John hits Bob with the dead fish again, and again, interrupts his thought. Bob’s face remains turned sideways for several seconds, then he slowly turns it back to face John.]

Bob: Seriously, what the f**k are you doing?

John: Trying to calm you down. You are hysterical.

Bob: No I’m not.

John: Yes you are.

Bob: Dude, I just wanted to…

[John hits Bob in the face with the dead fish, yet again.]

Bob: That is it, you fucker. [Bob is now very angry. He takes the fish from John and rips it in two. He then pulls a knife out from his coat pocket and stabs John maliciously until John falls over dead. Bob continues stabbing him in a fit of anger. Soon, he realizes what he is doing and wipes the blood off of his face and stands up.] There, I feel much…

Woman: Calm down! [She hits Bob in the face with another dead fish.]

[BLACKOUT.]


*The End*

LOL!

I <3 Dead Fish! He is a true thespian.

cup o' noodles wrote:LOL!

I <3 Dead Fish! He is a true thespian.

/bow! thanks! I am thinking of writing a monologue...one people could actually use to audition....

People
A short written by Kenneth Dale

Cast:
Man

[LIGHTS UP.]

Man: So, I’m walking down the street the other day, you know? I’m going to get on the D-train to go to downtown, yeah? And this…uh…this bum comes up and asks me for change. I mean, what the hell is that? Here I am, minding my own business and this wacko decides I’m John D. Freakin’ Rockefeller? But these freaks are everywhere now! They’re in the streets, they run the business’, hell, there’s even one living in the apartment above me! Ya just can’t get away! And the other day, oh my god, the other day I’m on the subway and this weird chick decides she is gonna tell me about her god-awful life! Every single pathetic detail! For 45 minutes I was stuck listening to the harpy go on and on and on and on and on…until I finally I get off on the wrong stop just to get away from her. Then of course, I find myself face to face with some creep sitting on the corner with his guitar! This jerkoff gives me the stink-eye cause I don’t give him no change! Who the hell does he think he is? Eric freakin’ Clapton? I think not! Oh, and then to top it all off, this old hag starts telling me that I need to smile more! She says [in a mocking, falsetto tone] You’re too pessimistic. You need to learn to enjoy life and be more optimistic! So I look at her and I say ‘Look, lady. My problem ain’t that I’m too pessimistic. My problem is that I think I am optimistic!’ I mean, I live in New York for Christ sake! People, eh?


[BLACKOUT.]


*The End*

Heehee, D-Train. Reminds me of Daniel's nickname from Jonas.

I think there is a d-train....btw paisley...I did an interview about my writing xDDDDD

Really? That's great! What for?

*points to signature*

I was bored and was sick of telling the air about what I feel about writing so I just did about a 9 minute thing about how I write...and my first piece....

Cool!

Did you ask all the tough questions? Are you a good reporter?

I am going to post it on Youtube once I finish exporting it...the way I write stuff is just let it all play out in my head...the reason I mention that is because I often find myself just talking to nobody...so I decided to talk to my mic...