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Kobayashi MaruKobayashi MaruKobayashi Maru
(A city park during the day. There is a bench center.
(DANNY enters carrying a book and walks toward the bench. He pauses, looks at a slip of paper, nods, and sits on the bench. Other than a bright yellow hat, he is dressed normally. He looks at his watch, and waits.
(BILL enters carrying a book. He is dressed in business attire, with the exception of his bright yellow hat. He purposefully walks over to the bench and sits. He opens his book and reads. Danny glances at Bill's book.)
DANNY (gesturing to his own book) Dracula? It's my
by ~drake43
The Faces of the DeadThe Faces of the DeadThe Faces of the Dead
(A spacious, comfortable living room. There is a full desk facing a window. Near the desk at a right angle is a bar. At center there are a couch, coffee table, and two chairs.
(PAOLO sits on the couch, consulting his notebook. He is dressed comfortably, though his attire also suggests a quiet power. He makes a few quick marks. The phone rings. He answers the phone at the desk.)
PAOLO Yes . . . Who is it? . . . Marco? (brightens) Alright, send him in. . . What? . . . (darkens) What about Marco? . . . I see. Ok then . . . No, it's nothing. . . Bye.
&nb
by ~drake43
Le Faccie dei MortiLe Faccie dei MortiLe Faccie dei Morti
(A spacious, comfortable living room. There is a full desk facing a window. Near the desk at a right angle is a bar. At center there are a couch, coffee table, and two chairs.
(PAOLO sits on the couch, consulting his notebook. He is dressed comfortably, though his attire also suggests a quiet power. He makes a few quick marks. The phone rings. He answers the phone at the desk.)
PAOLO Sì . . . Chi è? . . . Marco? (brightens) Va bene, mandalo qua. . . Che? . . . (darkens) Che c'è di Marco? . . . Lo vedo. Allora . . . No, non c'è niente. . . Ciao.
by ~drake43
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Tu Me ManquesI could look to my left and see the city, or to the right and see the ocean, but it was you I was looking for.Tu Me Manques
I thought of you today. I often do. I wrote your name in the sand, because I knew I could wipe it away. Yet, every time I erased the letters I found myself rewriting them. So I covered it up instead. But though I could not see it, I knew it was there, and I was all the worse for it. I tried thinking of other things, and when I was successful, I found that I was thinking of not thinking of you.
And I could look to my left and see th
by ~ChimericalDestitute
Perspective DifferencesWatch my lips. Read my thoughts. I’ll wait for you.Perspective Differences
She watches from afar. She misses his touch. There’s nothing she can do.
She’ll wait for him. Her eyes close and she remembers His fingers on her collar.
She swallows her pity, It will do her no good now. He wont even notice.
Read my lips. Watch my thoughts. I’m waiting for you.
She watches him self-destruct. Tearing himself to pieces, throwing away the scraps.
She would trade her sanity, If it would save him. &n
by ~ChimericalDestitute
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