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Live and Like it Setting: A Tree upstage right. A stool/tree stump down centre left. Lindsey is sitting in the tree staring into the distance. MARK enters from right. Spots LINDSEY in the tree, sighs and finds a place to sit on the stool. Holds out the sandwich and stares at it. MARK Hey. You ok? Linds? (pause) Hey, you cold? (LINDSEY shakes her head.) Hungry? (another shake)You can't just sit in the tree all evening. Dinner's going cold. Your parents... Well, dinner's cold. I brought you a sandwich. We can sit out here all evening. Lindsey. Lindsey? LINDSEY I love it out here. MARK It's cold. LINDSEY In summer the branch

Time changes in a darkened room. The division become more simple. The length of time between feeling hungry and forgetting what real food tastes like. The length of time between waking and wanting to fall asleep again - shorter than you would think. The length of time between inhalations and exhalations - longer than you would think. She could tell you the average number of breaths between drinks - there is running water in her… cell? It's stone walled, uneven, she can't feel the joints between blocks when she runs her hands over the walls, the only gap is a crack in one corner about three fingers high, two wide, that allows the water i

The dragons of old were not how they are imagined today. The myth of the handsome flame coloured beast of the air is just that - a myth. The actual truth is so different. They could no more fly than you of I. But just as we can now soar through the air in metal-bellied beasts of burden, so too did the dragons find their own method of aerial propulsion. But before I can explain how they achieved their method of flight, first you must understand their actual appearance. It was not that of a elongated lizard, a pair of bat-like wings attached to the side. Rather it consisted of a trio of snake-like limbs attached in the middle with a fourth sh

I Did Not I did not recollect grieving, detached that Awareness that remembered tears that burned My eyes, sobs that hurt to cry. I did not Speak of my failure, of not condoling ‘round opened casket, my tearful run from fun’ral home within feet of entering. I spoke of time spent mourning you. Did not tell of careful feigning; I do not hurt. Until e’en I believed this ugly lie. I now lay out this confession I bear; My hurt did not wane, melt ‘to night. Revealed By thoughtful words. And I quailed ‘neath its might.

Spirit They were twins, but each different also, One spirit, each knew the other complete, They lived in pleasant harmony, trouble comes. One quiet Darkness, the other bright and shining Sun, One spirit, until he came, unknown Fire. They were touched by his presence, He moved among them, tore at bonds once strong, One spirit divided, separate now. Sun and Fire, Darkness shall remain alone. And darkness cried, diamond tears of sorrow, Diamond tears against the black tapestry, To glitter eternally for sister. While sun and fire danced perpetually, Darkness bowed her head and wept, abandoned.

My Laurel She runs from me, And runs fair fast, Young beauty, unsullied. I am the king of earth and sky, Of beast and bird, all things That live, walk, breath and die. Wild fire flames in my heart, I know no joy, she is The air that fans the blaze. The chase is fast, Her feet are quick, But now I am to her. She cried for help, I moved to her, But now she moves no more, Except to the rhythm of the wind. I loved her and now shall bless her again, She shall be a symbol, On heads of greatness shall her leaves remain, And bestow her beauty.