#OneActPlay

[piepress]

Robert Jeschonek’s one act play PURE OF HEART will be staged from March 24-25th at the Bedford Arts Cooperative and from March 31st until April 2nd at the State of Johnstown Theater! Come see two superheroes soar through fanciful adventures in a mysterious backyard setting, while the secrets of a dark past threaten to destroy everything they love and ruin their hope for a super-powered future! Tickets are $15 for adults, $10 for seniors, and $5 for students. To reserve call/text 814-310-1987 or purchase online at www.offpittstreet.com!

[johncarlogutierrez]

Senior Love - A One Act Play

After all, Thea was feeling guilt because of her not treating him well. And one day Thea talked to romel and she said why did he stop even through Romel really had hope for her. And she was just waiting for the right time to answer him. Romel was revived and returned to his old behaviour, and the two classmates turn into lover.

Romel: Thea, can I court you again?

Thea: Ahmmm... Hmmm!!!

Romel: I know that I've been lost you lately, I regret it. I'm begging you, please give me one more chance. I'll make it up to you.

Thea: YES, you do again. But make sure that your promises never nailed down again.

Romel: Yes, I will. Thank you for still accepting me.

Thea: You're always love, nevermind the past just focus for now in present and we start over again.

Romel: Love, I have want to say something for you.

Thea: What's that? Hugot line again? hahahaha...

Romel: YOU, wanna know what's the best things in my life?; It's the first word of this sentence. 

Thea: owww that's nice Romel hahaha...

[theblackwidowolf]

The Melody of Empty Space: A Harmonious Descent Into Madness --- and a student written/directed one-act by Sergio Almonte @seal_mountain @weezerhater69 as Isaac Clarke -- as Olivia Bennett -- as Seth Bradbury -- as James Heinlein -- as Rose Kakfa -- as Emilia Clarke @kosatk_wormwood as The Voice -- as The Navigator @seal_mountain as Failsafe @tbwwyt as The Ragged Man -- as Security Officer @tbwwyt as The Ragged Man It was an honor to work under your direction and an honor to act in the 2022 Spring Play with everyone. Last year I had drawn a piece on the whiteboard to commemorate all our love and hard work put into making this happen. The experience has since then inspired me to engage in @alhsdrama.techclub 's theatre community, and even start writing my own. Thank you for everything. Full names of certain actors are missing, due to confidentiality concerns. Please comment the usernames of anyone who has played the roles and I will replace the blanks with their tags. ••• #dramaclub #theatre #theatrekid #theaterarts #theatreartist #highschooltheatre #highschoolplay #studentdirected #oneactplay #scifitheatre #horrortheatre #tragedy #scifiart #horrorart #horrorartwork #whiteboard #whiteboardart #tmoes (at Abraham Lincoln High School) https://www.instagram.com/p/CndynpVrRZn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[oneact-play]

ARTFIGHT TIME

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[animalinvestigator]

hi i drew the cathy on artfight (oneactplay) is it ok if i post her on my tumblr....

YES OF COURSE!! id love to reblog it over here so please tag me if uou do ^O^ thank you so mcuh for drawing her i really really adore it

[marcdanieldasalla]

[Oneactplay]

Title: The Unfinished Assignment

Theme: Responsibility and Accountability

Setting Time and Place: A classroom, Present Day

Mode: Drama/Comedy

Introduction:

It’s the day before the deadline for a very important school project. Dasalla and Cyrus are two students who are supposed to submit the assignment.

Scene 1:

The scene opens with Cyrus and Dasalla sitting at a table in the cafeteria. They both have books papers and laptops in front of them.

Cyrus:frustrated We have less than 24 hours to submit this project and we haven't even started it yet

Dasalla:nonchalant Relax man. We have the whole night to work on it.

Cyrus:panicking We can't afford to fail this one. Our grades for this quarter rely on this project.

Dasalla:shrugs You worry too much. Lets get something to eat. It will help us think better.

Both of them leave to get some food.

Scene 2:

Raddyson, Piga, John Lloyd and Xian are sitting in the same cafeteria. They are talking about how they're excited to pass their assignment. Raddyson notices Cyril and Dasalla presence.

Raddyson:to Piga, John Lloyd, and Xian Hey look Cyrust and Dasalla are here.

John Lloyd:curiously They look like theyre struggling to finish the assignment.

Raddyson:whispering They havent even started it yet. How are they going to finish it before the deadline

Piga:sarcastic Looks like our competition is finally out of the game.

Xian:seriously But we dont want them to fail, do we? We're all in this together.

Scene 3:

Cyrus and Dasalla are back at their table trying to work on their project. They still seem to have a lot of work to do.

Dasalla:frustrated This is not working. We need to start over.

Cyrus:agitated We dont have time to start over We have to work with what weve got.

Dasalla:hopeless What are we going to do

Cyrus:determined Well have to work all night if we have to. We can't take any chances.

Scene 4:

Hours have passed, and the cafeteria is now empty. Cyrus and Dasalla are still in the same place trying to finish their project. They finally complete the assignment just as the sun starts to rise.

Cyrus:sighing in relief Finally its done.

Dasalla:happy That was the longest night ever, but we did it.

Suddenly Raddyson Piga, John Lloyd and Xian walk into the Cafeteria.

Raddyson:surprised You guys are still here Is everything alright

Cyrus:smiling Yeah we just finished our project.

Piga:surprised Congratulations. We finished ours too early morning. Why did you guys have to work all night

Dasalla:ashamed We just didn't take it seriously. We're sorry.

John Lloyd:smiling It's okay. We've got your back, always.

Cyrus: grateful Thank you. We owe you one.

The five of them all gather around the table, proud of their achievement and excited for their grades. They leave the cafeteria together, with the sense that they're part of a team that is responsible and accountable for each other.

The end.

[xianpaulsblog]

(Oneactplay)

Theme: Fantasy

Length: One act play

Medium:

Settings: field, noon

Character: Xian, Aron

What will be your name in the play: Xian

What will you be like: Main character

Who else can be part on your dream role: Aron

What will be they be role: extra

Once upon a time I find myself standing in the middle of a vast open field The sun is shining brightly in the sky and there are tall grass I look around and see nothing but grass around As I start walking I notice a small house in the distance and I decide to make go that  way towards it.

As I  you approach the house I see kid name aron  sitting on the porch cocking back and forth in a wooden chair He looks up as I approach her

Aron: Well hello there What brings you to these plase

Me: Im not sure actually I was just wandering around and ended up here to your plase

Aron: Ah I see Well you are welcome to stay for a while if you like I always enjoy a good conversation.

Me: That sounds nice Thank you.

Aron: So tell me about yourself What brings you joy in life?

Me: let me think I love spending time with my family and friends biking and exploring new places.

Aron: Ah, yes Exploring new places is something I used to enjoy when I was loke you I traveled all over the world you know.

Me: Really That amazing What your favorite place you ever been to

Aron: That's a tough question I been to so many beautiful places. But I suppose if I had to pick one it would be the baguio The mountains are so beautiful

Me: That sounds incredible I always wanted to visit there.

Aron: Well maybe one day you will Anything is possible in dreams you know.

Me: What do you mean?

Aron: Oh, haven you realized? You in a dream right now.

Me: What No that impossible

Aron: Its true This is a lucid dream. You can do anything you want here. Explore new places meet interesting people, learn new things The possibilities are endless.

Me: Wow I had no idea This is amazing.

Aron: Yes it is and the best part is you can come back here any time you want Just close your eyes and imagine yourself back in this field. It's as simple as that.

Me: Thank you so much for showing me this I can't wait to explore more.

Aron: My pleasure Enjoy your adventures my friend.

As aron fades away I find my self back in the field. I close my eyes and imagine my self in the Himalayas, surrounded by grass mountains and I take a deep breath of the crisp mountain air and smile knowing that anything is possible in this dream world.

[raph-fangirl]

In the Garden of the Witch ; original, fairytale, one-act play, fantasy & romance, 12+ also available on Fanfiction.net, Fictionpress, & Quotev feel free to reblog! —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎— —❦︎—

Happily Ever After just doesn't work out for some people. Hedy thought she would be spending eternity with the love of her life, Bruno, but she couldn't have been more wrong. He's changed, succumbing to the beast within. Now she must face her past as she wanders through the treacherous wilderness to track him down. But can she help him regain his humanity? Or is it already too late for the both of them?

[flavorful-fantasies]

GIZZETE: A WOMAN WHO KILLED HER FAMILY

by M.G. Sabile

CHARACTERS

GIZZETE - A ambitious woman and the first child of Puetro Family ETHAN - A man that wanted to become his father and the second child of Puetro Family LHOU - A very loyal man to his Father and the third child of Puetro Family GRANDMA - The Grandmother of Puetro Family who likes to predict FATHER - The hard working CEO of the Company and has a three child

TIME

The time is the present

PLACE

A mansion in Pampanga, Philippines

Scene 10

Dinner time with the family. GRANDMA sits in the right corner of the table while LHOU sits in front of his GRANDMA.FOOTSTEPS are heard. GIZETTE appears in the right-wing and saw his ETHAN seating in the host chair.

GIZZETE

Why are you here? (Looking to Ethan)

ETHAN (Smiles to Gizzete)

(TURN THE SPOTLIGHT FOCUSES TO LHOU)

ETHAN

(Goes under the table and exit to the right wing)

LHOU

(Looks at the host chair and looks again to Gizzete)

What are you talking about? Are you ill? Ethan was reported dead yesterday, don’t you know?

(SPOTLIGHT focuses on GIZZETE)(Starts to walk to Downstage)

ETHAN

(Exit to the left-wing)

GIZZETE

(Turn on the red light)

(BACKGROUND MUSIC TRACK#9 ON)

Why are you here? (Wondering around like crazy),(Aggressively grabs the knife and pointed the knife in front of the host chair) No! Why are you here? Answer me! (Screaming)

LHOU & MAIDS

(Looking to GIZZETE and to each other questioning what is happening using eye contact)

(SPOTLIGHT OFF)

(BACKGROUND MUSIC TRACK#9 OFF)

GRANDMA

I think GIZZETE is not feeling well so let me excuse us so GIZETTE can take a rest.

GIZZETE

(Insist)

You! (Pointed the knife towards Lhou) I know that Lhou he’s plotting against me.

LHOU

(Stands)

The company can’t have a crazy CEO! (While walking away going to left-wing)

MAIDS

(EXITS to the left-wing)

GRANDMA

(Stands and walks toward Gizzete)

Stop it Lhou! (Took the knife of Gizzete’s holding) Let’s go Gizzete. You are just tired. (GRANDMA escorted GIZZETE to go back to her room and take more rest)

(SPOTLIGHT ON)

(Starts to set up in the stage right the bedroom scene with table, chair, pencil holder, pillow, and blanket) table, chair, pencil holder, pillow and blanket)

GRANDMA and GIZZETE

(Starts to walk going to stage right)

GIZZETE

I can’t handle it anymore. Every night I always saw Father and Ethan in my dream. What should I do, Grandma?

GRANDMA

Just be aware of Lhou but in the meantime, you just need to rest.

GIZZETE

(GRANDMA leave and GIZZETE close her eyes)

FATHER

(Offstage)

I hope you’re happy now. Why Gizzete? Why? Are you happy now? (Scary voice)

ETHAN

(Offstage)

Hi, Sister. I’m here always. Don’t forget me. (Laugh like insane)

GIZZETE

AAAAAHHHH! (Wakes up while screaming)STOP! I’m… sorry… I… didn’t… mean it!!! (Crying and steal hearing the voice of her FATHER and ETHAN)

(Repeatedly hearing the voice of her FATHER and ETHAN)(Finding where the voice coming from) Don’t come near me! (Shout)(Looking everywhere like crazy) Don’t come near me!! (Laugh like insane)

GIZZETE

(Grab the scissors in the pencil holder)(Pointing it anywhere) I’m sorry Father. I’m sorry Ethan. It’s my fault. (Crying) Yeah, it’s my fault. What? It is really my fault? (Laugh) I can’t handle it anymore. (Stays quiet for a while) (Point the scissors to her chest and starts to stab her heart)

BLACKOUT.

[deludingbetweenities]

Conditioned to Love You

Sundown.In the Palace inside Kiritia’s pavillon. Prince Wang Yu is walking with urgency to Kiritia’s pavillon.

EUNUCH DO       Your Majesty, you should be resting after another long and tiring battle outside the palace. (PRINCE WANG YU continues to walk anyway. Murmurs are heard. Worried servants bow immediately upon the prince’s arrival.) HEAD COURT LADY CHOI Your Majesty. (bows with courtesy) PRINCE WANG YU (enters the door) Where is that woman?

(Scans the whole room and sees a painting of a pregnant Kiritia holding her small bump.) EUNUCH DO (kneels and bows his head down) Forgive us, Prince Wang Yu. COURT LADIES (kneel all together and bow their heads down) Forgive us your majesty. PRINCE WANG YU Are you telling me that this nonsense is true?! (points at the painting) Since when?! HEAD COURT LADY CHOI Forgive us, your majesty for it is the king’s command not to send you a news about the lady’s pregnancy and wait for your return from the war. (sobs) Forgive us, your majesty because the lady is missing since this morning however she seem to have left a letter for you. (Stands up with her head still bowing and hands a letter.) (PRINCE WANG YU opens the letter and read it with confusion.)  KIRITIA (voice over) My dear husband, if you are reading this letter then my prayers have been answered. The Goryeo shall be in peace until your coronation and the end of your reign, no more reasons for your brothers to send you off to the wars with the hopes that it could end your life. I believe in you but no man can know what could go wrong in every war so what I am about to do is a little help to assure your safe return and peace for the land you will rule.I am happy for your yet another victory however I am afraid that you lose this battle between us. I am now bearing your son according to your condition therefore stop resisting and open your cold heart for me. You are going  be a great king of this country. Now, rule this country with all your heart but give that heart of yours for me to rule. Love me as you promised upon the fulfillment of your condition even if I am not there and your present shall come on the first day of your reign as a king. Yours and nobody else’s, Kiritia. (WANG YU cries)  written by Lyka Paguio [photo from pinterest]

[kinaaadman]

Madam Cecilia

f. litan

source:Pinterest

photo by:  Gabriel Metsu

CHARACTERS

Madam Cecilia - 60 year-old wealthy business woman, mother of the three girls named: Acacia, Laurel, and Rosemary

Acacia - 22 year-old eldest child

Laurel - 19 year-old middle child

Rosemary - 17 year-old youngest child

TIME

The time is the present

PLACE

A village in Westenille, England.

Scene 5

                Night. Madam Cecilia’s bedroom. There is a king size bed in the middle of the room. The roses are put in vase at the left side of the bed. While the lampshade is place at the right side of the bed. Tall Bookshelves are at the corner of the room.

                The daughters of Madam Cecelia: ACACIA, LAUREL, and ROSEMARY are heading to their mother’s bedroom. FOOTSTEPS are exaggeratedly heard.

                LAUREL opens the door stage slowly and quietly and they enter one by one.

LAUREL

(Greets her mother that is lying on the bed.)

Good Evening mother. I hope that you take your medicines in time, are you…

(ACACIA suddenly interrupts Laurel in speaking.)

ACACIA

(Steps forward)

Mother, what is that news that you are going to tell us?

(SPOT LIGHT ON, Focuses to MADAM CECILIA.)

MADAM CECILIA

(Coughs)

Oh yes! My dear children, my life on earth is not that long and as my last farewell all of my wealth will go to the three of you…

(Then, LIGHTS ON)

(ACACIA and ROSEMARY are celebrating, while LAUREL stays quiet and does not have any reaction but experiencing

sadness.)

MADAM CECILIA

(Raises her forefinger)

But in one condition, join me in my death. In this way, we will be together. The tea that is place on the left side of my bed has a poisoned and you have to drunk it.

(ROSEMARY and ACACIA approach to their mother’s bed. LAUREL stays still in the same place where she stands.)

ROSEMARY

Mother, we love you but this is too cruel to happen. I mean, we love you so much, we are grateful to have a mother like you. You are the best mother for me and for us.

ACACIA

I agree with Rosemary, I love you mother more than anything in this world. You are the best thing that we have.

(SPOT LIGHT ON, Focuses to LAUREL.)

LAUREL

(Faces the audience.)

But I… I also love my mother(Puts hand on her chest). (Speaking while walking) I also want to feel her, to touch her, to tell stories about my recent science experiments. I want her to hear that I want to be a doctor someday, that I will take care of her. But I always choose not to because of this feeling of rejection.

(LIGHTS ON)

MADAM CECILIA

Oh, my poor children. It is not mandatory, if you are willing, you can take it and if you are not, that is totally fine. And by the way, you can go outside and enjoy the part of your inheritance. The papers are in my office, place on my table. Our lawyer, Atlas will assists you regarding to that.

(ACACIA and ROSEMARY exit excitedly and whispering joyfully.

LAUREL stays.)

MADAM CECILIA

How about you Laurel, are you not happy to get your part? You do not even express your love to me through your lovely words. No wonder why you are not like them. Then why you stay?

LAUREL is approaching to MADAM CECILIA’S bed

LAUREL

(Takes a deep breath)

This is the perfect moment to tell you this, Mother. I know that there is no so much interaction between us (Holds the hand of MADAM CECILIA) but I love you and I want to feel the presence of your love even it is too late. I am not your favorite child even though I have many achievements in life. None of those cannot give me happiness even your wealth but what I want is the care of a mother. The care of you. I do not have the ability to use flowery words to express my love to you, all I can do is to take care of you and to join you until your last breath. And I am ready to drink the tea and leave this earth together with you.

MADAM CECILIA

(Pause for a moment)

Through these years I do not hear those words coming from you. I have no idea that you really care or it is just my fault that I do not pay much attention to you. Throughout my life, I hear praises everywhere because of the social title, wealth, power and connections that I have. I also have my family, but I think they does not have any interest in me and then I have you. The unexpected one.

(Close curtains)

[momtemplative]

One-Act Play

1.

It was the summer of 2004. I was living at 940 North Street in Boulder, in the strange kind of rental property you can only get away with in your twenties. It was dilapidated and half-swallowed by shrubbery, but also rustic and quaint, a slice of woods in the middle of town. (A raccoon had babies in my ski boots out back.) It was few blocks from the mountains and a few more blocks to Pearl Street. I used to ride a hand-me-down bike that was heavy as wrought-iron down to the Trident Coffee Shop on Pearl Street and pretend I was a “real” writer. 

(I parked and tripped over the very same bike during the very same summer to greet my buddy, Lisa, and her friend, Jesse, who were enjoying a drink at an outside table at the Corner Bar. That was the first time I met Jesse, and the summer of 2004 is when our romance began. But that story is for a different day.) 

I had just quit my job after a year of working as a receptionist at a chiropractic office. I’d had it with a passive-aggressive boss and no growth potential. I was living with my former African drum teacher and his girlfriend. They ascribed fully to the phrase you-only-live-once and they buzzed with a sort of free-spiritedness that would make my mom cringe. So when I quit my (responsible if people-pleasing and self-sacrificing) job, fate had it so I was living with them, with their input that said, Good Riddance. Now what do you really want to do?

In a bold act of maternal generosity, my mom wrote me a check that covered tuition for the entire month of the Summer Writing Program at Naropa’s Jack Karoac School of Disembodied Poetics. (Naropa, a Buddhist college in Boulder, CO.) I signed up for one week with artist /dancer, Michelle Ellsworth, and used the extra on rent and groceries. (I’d been in Colorado for all of two years and I was barely able to make ends meet even before my new status of being unemployed.)

I picked Michelle randomly;  I liked her picture in the brochure. I can envision her now, as clearly as if I had a Fotomatic print of her in my hands. Clear blue eyes like crystals you hang in the window to shoot rainbow-slivers into the space. A wide, shiny smile. She spoke to our crowded class with a quick, giggly cadence, like the tick of a wound-up clock. Any details blur into the oblivion of non-essential memory, but her imprint, like that of a fossilized leaf on a river stone, hasn’t faded in the slightest.

2.

Our assignment was to write a one-act play about anything.

940 North was entirely furnished in one afternoon from the Habitat for Humanity Thrift store, and its décor was mostly provided by an old lady’s estate sale. I had emptied out the closet in my bedroom to make a writing nook. I had an ancient laptop and a borrowed printer. We definitely did NOT have Internet; I had to use the computers at the college for that. This was still an era where Internet could be used intermittently and intentionally—for checking email and other specific to-dos that required only a finite amount of time. This was before Internet was available and necessary for us to receive continuously and at a heavy drip.

I had not slacked. I didn’t procrastinate. To the contrary—I cleared my calendar for this assignment, took it way too seriously and tried WAY too hard. I wanted so badly to be awesome at this, but after two complete afternoons, I could barely pinch out a coherent sentence.

On the due date, Michelle said, “Ok, let’s go around and have everyone tell us about their play.”

Bla, bla, bla, blur, blur, everyone did their assignment, no problem, until the spotlight landed on me with, it seemed, the sound of brakes coming to a screeching halt. I cleared my throat and shifted in my chair.

“I didn’t finish it.” I said. I felt a clenching desire to fold up and hide. The back of my skull droned like the sudden onset of a fever.

She smiled without a fleck of irony. “Then tell me what you did instead.”

Okay...? So many eyes on me...”Honestly? I re-organized my closet. Then I stared at a blank screen.  Then I ate a bunch of potato chips. Then I typed a few words and printed a page, tossed it into the trash, hung out with my roommates and cleaned my toilet. It went on like that for hours, two full afternoons.”

“Well then that’s your play,” Michelle said, giddy with the proposal. “Anyone want to help Heather out with this one?” Four hands from four complete strangers shot up.

3.

Low, behold, later that week, the five of us lined up on stage like human-cogs in the grand machine that was to be our performance.

I, PERSON ONE: typed furiously on a typewriter, then I pulled out the paper and handed it to the person to my left. Then I started again, and it went on like this.

PERSON TWO: crumbled up the paper and threw it into a bucket of water, then put a hand out my way for another paper to crumple and dunk. Our movements were stiff and mechanical.

PERSON THREE: pulled the paper out of the bucket, squeezed it then smoothed it flat on a towel. Then she looked up to pretend-talk to an invisible person, while pulling another paper from the water.

PERSON FOUR: grabbed the wet paper from the towel and handed it to the next person.  Then he shoved a handful of potato chips from a bag open directly in front of him into his mouth, before grabbing and passing another one.

PERSON FIVE: placed the wet paper overtop a balloon that was held steady onto a table with tape, and then another wet paper and another.  

It went like this, a factory line going going going through at least six cycles, each of us doing our part to assemble a visual-thought from beginning to end, without fighting or judging—just reporting.

When the last piece of paper whizzed out of my typewriter and was handed to the next person, I froze. Then, each of the four remaining performers did their respective actions and froze, until PERSON FIVE was the only one moving. He plastered the final wet paper to the balloon and held it up for observation. Then the scene went dark, and, applause.

The idea that there is information (dare I say wisdom, creativity) in the non-doing, the over-doing, and everything in between, shattered my archaic notions of black-and-white thinking. It created grand pockets of space for curiosity to germinate. Curiosity— the grand antidote to perfectionism.

4.

I could not undo this teaching even if I tried. 

I pull it out now as a sort of valuable overlay to everyday life. It breathes oxygen into the mundane moments, and works as sort of a salve when shit doesn’t go as planned, which is the New Normal. Let the record show, I’ve had young kids in my life for the passed decade-plus, so I’m accustomed to lack of control. And yet, I’ve always also had certain chunks of the day when I was guaranteed some sense of command over my own actions. While Ruth was in preschool, 12 hours a week, I worked and did adult life, making choices that actually happened. At a bare minimum, I had that.

Now we are dwelling in the land of a thousand distractions, with no reprieve. There is no boat off this island. No departures in the near future. It often feels like the how the day unfolds is entirely up to some larger sources that I have utterly no influence on. Is Ruth in the mood to play independently for any stretch of time today? Is she up for watching a TV show while I do a little writing? Will she spend more than five minutes on an art project without descending into coloring her eyeballs with face paint or covering an entire palm in glitter glue? One never knows. One can only pray.

Truth: It took me an hour to write and send a three-line email this morning. The staggering disruptions became almost comical. Ruth fell down FOUR separate times. This is an extreme example, almost as if her nervous system could sense my focus was elsewhere and ran a smear campaign against Mom Completing Any Singular Task. But, if perhaps a lighter version, this is a typical day.

Before Michelle, I may have regarded these off-script moments as those of non-doing, small fails to wrestle with until I can get my “actual shit done.” But today I can see there is so much more there. Choices, aggravation, empathy, my physical body, the body of my wild-puppy preschooler, suppressed laughter, expressed laughter, suppressed annoyance, expressed annoyance—all are contained in these moderately priced moments.

Then you add a blizzard. In the last four days, we’ve gotten multiple feet of snow. The world is covered in a suffocating wool blanket, itchy and hard to breathe underneath. The snow outside—higher than the dog’s belly!!—squeezes us between the walls of this house, everything inside seems tighter and louder because of the outside’s sound-deadening insulation.

So there’s my one-act play for today.

[bronwyngreenauthor]

A new one act play about marriage - brought to you by COVID-19. #oneact #oneactplay #marriage #marriedlife #socialdistancing #covid_19 #covıd19 #workingfromhome #amwritingromance #writersofinstagram #igwriters #writerslife https://www.instagram.com/p/B919E6pAlL3/?igshid=48wfrzymkhxo

[drewfun237]

Had fun seeing my friend @langjaileung in a reading for a one act play, “A Broom with a Schtick.” #theatre #acting #play #oneactplay #nyc #midtown (at Shetler Studios & Theatres) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5yAEwbhu0W/?igshid=1h8uh9fx4o53e

[oneact-play]

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