Start of "Bliss" (working name only)

An empty stage. The four women enter, heads down, in a line, spots come up on them. Their spot goes away as they finish what they're saying

Susan: I'm looking for an epiphany

Jen: I'm looking for my Son

Marie: I'm looking for everlasting youth

Harriet: I'm looking for a way out

The women leave the stage

Me and Luke

Basis: I had a casual sexual relationship with a boy named Luke at the start of this year. I've recently been having a conversation about what would ahve happened if we had both have been brave enough to admit our depper feelings for once another...

Setting: Blank Stage, 2 spots, Luke in one, Susan in the other, Luke is in street clothes, Susan is in formal gear, because after all her happiness she is still lonely... is Luke the one she's lonely for?

Susan: I wish I'd been more patient

Luke: I wish I'd been more open

Susan: I wish I'd admitted my feelings to you

Luke: I wish I'd stood up to my friends

Susan: I could be happy now

Luke: I could love you now

Susan: Would you accept me as I am now?

Luke: Where did we go wrong?

Susan: You put back my faith in love

Luke: You gave me a reason to commit

Susan: Why didn't I wait?

Luke: Why didn't I tell you faster?

Susan: It's still there

Luke: I still miss you

Both: Do you still think about me?

Susan: Luke...

Luke: Susan...

Both: I love you...

The Both turn to each other as if to say something.. but then they both jsut sigh and walk off

The desire to be with you over-rides every other compulsion... why is this? (J)

This is an idea to explore... One womans need to be with one person. (The woman who lost her son?)

If she had just one more moment to be with him what would she say?

Brad

Saving grace


There is nothing in this life that you can't laugh at.

There is no point in following anything but passion, all of your passions.

He's walking away from you, beatiful in the afternoon sun, shouting "look back on all of this in an hour and you'll laugh at yourself"

Love Interest.

Faith mono

FAITH MONO:

SUSAN enters. She wearing skimpy clothing with more conservative clothing laid out on the bed, as if ready for going out, as a mother would do for a child going to church. This monologue it to be delivered as though she’s actually arguing with someone who is present, very stream of conscious, saying the first thing that comes to mind. A gradual change of personality even though SUSAN doesn’t want it. A presence in her life has out smarted her and made her change her ways.

What… Where?!? I don’t understand. (SUSAN grabs at her clothing, as she’s suddenly embarrassed) This… this feeling… I… I hate it…. I HATE IT (she picks up a skirt) STOP! (pause) I want you out of my mind. (Absently puts the skirt on) I want you gone… out! Out of my house…out of my head… out of the places that I dream. I don’t want you there. (she picks up a blouse)

I want you… I just want you… I don’t want you to think that I only want sex… I don’t… that’s not what I want at all.. in fact the idea repulses me… (She puts the blouse on) You’ve been my saviour… MY Jesus… MY bible…. My earth angel. (She walks over to the bed and picks up her bible, she waves it around) Do you see this? This… this piece of crap? This thing of paper and leather and words that means nothing (She throws the bible)IF IT MEANS NOTHING THEN WHY DOES IT REPRESENT EVERYTHING I FEEL?!?!?! (She picks up a cardigan and puts it on angrily) If you hadn’t of come along this wouldn’t be happening. (She walks over and picks up up the bible) Please… make it stop. (She turns to the audience holding her bible to her chest, looking like a girl ready for church) I don’t want to change.

I've never seen...

(Background: Susan's 2nd monologue about Tomas)

I've never seen someone sit the way you, such grace... like you weigh nothing at all... you never seem heavy and I don't understand at all...

I know how I feel... but I can't help but wonder if there's something more to you, ther eis always a searching look... is there something that I should know? Can you see something in me that I can't? Just like I see a power in you that no one else does? What is this power? How can I control it?



IDEAS:

a number of women with different problems, a collection of monolgues. One woman is recovering from rape, one woman is imagining a man in her life. One women is going through a divorce. One woman's son just commited suicide (?), All come together (Help group.. possibly?) powerful scenes with lines taken out of each monolgue and put together to express their common emotions..

This Blog is for drafting my writing. I wish to own a theatre company one day and I hope that you like them. Sorry if anything offends.

SJ