Scene: a small coffee shop. It is brightly colored. A radio is playing in the background. Time: present. Midday. Weekend. At rise: veronica is walking through the door of the coffee shop. Her close friend James is sitting at the back of the shop.   Veronica (Pauses inside door, looks down at paper in hand) Now who..? (Looks around, spots James) is that..? James? Jamie? James (Looks up, smiles, waves her over) Roni! Hi! Come over here! Veronica (Sits down as she hugs James) Jamie! How lon...

The Game: A One Act by Christie Tondu Cast of Characters: James – a man’s man, 22 years old Mark – his best friend, who is struggling to ‘come out’, also 22 years old       Scene: The Silverdome, at a Lion’s playoff game. Time: Present. At Rise:  Stage center there are 4 chairs. James and Mark, who are currently in college, are sitting in the stands, watching the game.   (The boys sit down as they continue cheering) Mark Aren&rsq...

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The wind gently rustled through the tops of the trees and the August sun blazed brightly through the branches, creating small pools of light on the greenish brown grass. A boy leaned lazily against the trunk of a large gnarly tree. Reaching up and pulling his worn out blue baseball hat farther down his forehead, he shaded his eyes from the morning sun. He stretched his long thin frame out, his tan legs emerging from the circle of shade. Raising a thin muscular arm, he scratched his head thro...

Driving down these same roads Singing along to a boy I dont know I may not know him But he knows me He speaks what I cannot say He does things I only dream He has the same dream to be free And he wears the same mask as me a mask of smiles and laughter to hide all the fear and pain fear that i will never be anything and the pain this fear causes he sings of love and loss of struggle and victory he knows what i wish for and sings of what cannot be Driving down these same roads Singing along to ...

The wind gently rustled through the tops of the trees and the August sun blazed brightly through the branches, creating small pools of light on the greenish brown grass. A boy leaned lazily against the trunk of a large gnarly tree. Reaching up and pulling his worn out blue baseball hat farther down his forehead, he shaded his eyes from the morning sun. He stretched his long thin frame out, his tan legs emerging from the circle of shade. Raising a thin muscular arm, he scratched his head throu...

I never thought of myself as an outdoorsy type person. I love air-conditioning. I like being able to have a refrigerator of food and a bathroom within 100 feet. I like electricity. I’m not a hiker, I’m a driver. So why did I decide to work at camp for the summer? Your guess is as good as mine. It was something I felt like I had to do. Have you ever had a feeling like that? You can’t shake it, it follows you. Once I got the idea in my head, no one could persuade me otherwise. So I found a cam...