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A room in an asylum.
Sam: 1...3...5...
Isabella: [offstage] 7...9...11...
Sam: Who's there? [pause] ...18...21...24...27...30...
Isabella: [enter] Why do you always end on a multiple of 5?
Sam: I like round numbers. 5...10...15...20...
Isabella: 25...30...35...
Sam: Nicely done.
Isabella: It's not that hard.
Sam: Who are you anyway? How'd you get in? They don't usually let people in here.
Isabella: I don't need people to let me in.
Sam: Are you even real?
Isabella: I'm standing in front of you, aren't I?
Sam: Well, then, how'd you get in?
Isabella: Walls aren't exactly the most effective barrier, you know.
Sam: So, what are you, a ghost? My God, I really am crazy.
Isabella: Yes and no.
Sam: Yes an---what?
Isabella: Yes, I am a ghost and no, you aren't crazy.
Sam: So, you're haunting me?
Isabella: No, silly. What a stupid question!
Sam: Well, I'm locked up here, you're walking through walls, I'm a human, you're a ghost, I definitely didn't invite you in here. Sounds like haunting to me.
Isabella: Trust me, if I were haunting you, you would know it. Besides, you should know who I am.
Sam: Yes, of course....who are you?
Isabella: You don't remember, but you will.
Sam: I remember this place. It used to be a place of birth and happiness. Now it's just for "crazies" like me.
Isabella: Yes, I was born here. So were you.
Sam: Yeah, then it was torn down a year later and turned into this nightmare. [long pause] Are there other ghosts around here?
Isabella: Yes, we help the patients. Comfort them, calm them down, keep them somewhat sane.
Sam: But...but I don't belong here. I'm not crazy!
Isabella: I know, but I thought you might like some company.
Sam: I suppose. How old are you, anyway?
Isabella: 13
Sam: That would mean you were born in---
Isabella: The same year as you, yes. Same day, in fact. You seem to be remembering.
Sam: A...a little more, yeah.
Isabella: It's just a matter of time. [Pause. Holds out a deck of cards.] Want to play?
Sam: Go fish?
Isabella: What do you think we are? Kindergarteners? We're playing poker. [She deals.]
Sam: So, you can't, like, see through the cards or anything?
Isabella: [Laughing] No. Now, [short pause] what's your wager?
End
Sam: 1...3...5...
Isabella: [offstage] 7...9...11...
Sam: Who's there? [pause] ...18...21...24...27...30...
Isabella: [enter] Why do you always end on a multiple of 5?
Sam: I like round numbers. 5...10...15...20...
Isabella: 25...30...35...
Sam: Nicely done.
Isabella: It's not that hard.
Sam: Who are you anyway? How'd you get in? They don't usually let people in here.
Isabella: I don't need people to let me in.
Sam: Are you even real?
Isabella: I'm standing in front of you, aren't I?
Sam: Well, then, how'd you get in?
Isabella: Walls aren't exactly the most effective barrier, you know.
Sam: So, what are you, a ghost? My God, I really am crazy.
Isabella: Yes and no.
Sam: Yes an---what?
Isabella: Yes, I am a ghost and no, you aren't crazy.
Sam: So, you're haunting me?
Isabella: No, silly. What a stupid question!
Sam: Well, I'm locked up here, you're walking through walls, I'm a human, you're a ghost, I definitely didn't invite you in here. Sounds like haunting to me.
Isabella: Trust me, if I were haunting you, you would know it. Besides, you should know who I am.
Sam: Yes, of course....who are you?
Isabella: You don't remember, but you will.
Sam: I remember this place. It used to be a place of birth and happiness. Now it's just for "crazies" like me.
Isabella: Yes, I was born here. So were you.
Sam: Yeah, then it was torn down a year later and turned into this nightmare. [long pause] Are there other ghosts around here?
Isabella: Yes, we help the patients. Comfort them, calm them down, keep them somewhat sane.
Sam: But...but I don't belong here. I'm not crazy!
Isabella: I know, but I thought you might like some company.
Sam: I suppose. How old are you, anyway?
Isabella: 13
Sam: That would mean you were born in---
Isabella: The same year as you, yes. Same day, in fact. You seem to be remembering.
Sam: A...a little more, yeah.
Isabella: It's just a matter of time. [Pause. Holds out a deck of cards.] Want to play?
Sam: Go fish?
Isabella: What do you think we are? Kindergarteners? We're playing poker. [She deals.]
Sam: So, you can't, like, see through the cards or anything?
Isabella: [Laughing] No. Now, [short pause] what's your wager?
End
Just a little something I had to work up for drama.
Here it is Mary!
Pee Es: It's ok if you don't get it. It's meant to be a little confusing. Unfortunately, I fear that it is on too high of a brain wave for my drama class, so I may just look like a complete fool. Ugh, oh well.
And yes, I was too lazy to make up character names. Deal.
Here it is Mary!
Pee Es: It's ok if you don't get it. It's meant to be a little confusing. Unfortunately, I fear that it is on too high of a brain wave for my drama class, so I may just look like a complete fool. Ugh, oh well.
And yes, I was too lazy to make up character names. Deal.
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I rather like it! For a moment i thought it WAS Dracawyn. She`s crazy like that. ^^