Scene opens up in a
forest… Birds are singing and a group of teenage girls appears with a guide
talking about the forest. A few random things can be heard as the guide rants
on about the woods. Guide continues to go on as the focus rests upon three
girls. One girl, ADELE, is mostly listening.
Girl 1
This is so boring
Girl 2
I know I can’t believe our parents sent us here.
Girl 1
My mom said this camp or bible camp…
Girl 2 that’s worst than this camp
ADELE
This camp isn’t so bad. Besides bible camp sounds
better than this place.
Girl 1
Who asked you?
Before ADELE can respond,
the guide shouts,
Guide
Okay girls let head back. And remember these trail
are narrow so follow the group and don’t get your heads stuck in the clouds.
The girls and guide leave
except for ADELE who stopped to look at some flowers. She looks up and realizes
that the group left with out her.
ADELE
Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?
She pauses to see if
anyone answers.
ADELE (Cont’d)
Great now I’m lost… I think that I can find my way
back.
ADELE then continues off
stage trying to find her way back. Scene ends….
Scene opens and ADELE is
in a different part of the woods. She looks around confused.
ADELE
This doesn’t look familiar… Where am I?
She looks up and continues
walking. Still looking up she falls over a log.
ADELE
Owww… Great…
She sits up and sees that
her leg is bleeding.
ADELE (Cont’d)
I can’t find my way, especially with my leg like
this.
She looks around to see if
she sees anyone.
ADELE (CONT’D)
(shouts)
Hello? Can some one help me?
No one responds…
ADELE (Cont’d)
(quieter)
Please…?
She then leans back
against the log and looks up at the tree tops. Whisling is heard and a man
enters the stage. He looks over and sees ADELE
STRANGER
Hello there! I thought I heard someone!
ADELE looks over and sees
the man. He has a beard, and is were ing a green T-shirt and brown pants.
ADELE
I thought no one would find me. Who are you and
what are you doing out here?
STRANGER
My name is CHRIS T. IAN but call me CHRIS. I’m just
a man enjoying the beauty of the forest God made for us. What is your name and
what are you doing here?
CHRIS walks over as ADELE
talks to him.
ADELE
My name is ADELE and I was separated from my group.
CHRIS sits on a nearby
rock and says,
CHRIS
That looks like a bad cut. Let me help you with
that.
CHRIS then pulled out a
first-aid-kit and applies a gauze to the cut.
CHRIS
There now just rest it for a bit. Then I’ll help
you find your group.
ADELE
Thanks…
Both sit in awkward
silence and just listen to the birds sing. CHRIS looks in to his bag and puts
it down.
CHRIS
I forgot to bring my apples with me.
They sit in silence when
ADELE speaks,
ADELE
You talk about God for a moment… Do you believe?
CHRIS
More than anyone I know… You?
ADELE
I once did… but that was before I realized that it
was stupid to believe.
CHRIS
Its not stupid to believe. You just have to have
faith.
ADELE
Faith doesn’t work either.
CHRIS
I would have to say other wise.
ADEL
(Sighs)
I want to believe again but… I’m afraid that God
wont accept me.
CHRIS
God will accept you, if you ask him to. He will
bring you back to him.
ADELE
How? Im a sinner…
CHRIS
The bible says, All are sinners, all have fallen
short of God’s glorious standards. But you know what?
Chris stands and offers
his hand to ADELE.
CHRIS
Jesus, God’s son, died on the cross for our sins.
And because of that God is constantly reaching his hand out to you. He will
forgive you, because of Jesus’ sacrifice. All you have to do is reach for His
hand and take it.
ADELE smiles and accepts
his hand. When she is standing, she noticed something about Chris’s hands.
However, she says nothing.
CHRIS
Let’s try to get you back to your group.
ADELE is limping, but they
both walk off stage. Scene ends…
Scene opens and the forest
is darker, thunder booms and lightning strike. Rain is pouring through out the
woods. CHRIS and ADELE enter and rush
over to a large tree. CHIS lays a tarp out on the floor and ADELE sits on it.
CHRIS then throws a tarp over some branches to keep the rain off of them.
ADELE
It’s a good thing that you were prepared.
CHRIS
Always be prepared, that’s the Scout motto.
CHRIS sits next to ADELE
and they stare at the rain for a moment.
ADELE
(Questionably)
CHRIS are you a pastor or something?
CHRIS
Why?
ADELE
Because you had some really, good advise before.
Thanks…
Chris
(with a smile)
I’m the or something…. Have you made your decision?
ADELE is silent trying to
think. After some time she says,
ADELE
I’m going to reach for the hand and take it.
CHRIS
I’m proud that you made that decision. Why don’t you
pray to him right now?
ADELE
But what if I mess up again?
CHRIS
That’s the beauty of it. No matter how many times
you mess up, God will forgive you. AS long as your as for his help and
forgiveness, He will cast them as far as the east is from the west. He will
forget your sins and help you move on.
ADELE
Okay, Im ready…
CHRIS sits back and looks
at ADELE.
ADELE (CONT’D)
Dear God, I am a sinner. Please forgive me and come
back into my heart. Please help me though out my life to be a better person. In
Jesus’ name, Amen…
ADELE then looks at CHRIS.
CHRIS
How do you fell now?
ADELE
Better than I have in a long time…
CHRIS
That’s good, we should get some rest, since this
storm wont let up soon.
A 15-year-old boy,
grounded for skipping class, goes out in the woods, with out his parents
knowledge or permission, meets a someone or something…
A man, who works in
the army, realizes the reason the cause that he is fighting for…
A child returns
home from school, to find that no one is home….
I chose the fisrt one and wrote the follow ing first page of a play:
Sunlight streams down though the canopy of over
hanging trees. Birds are chirping and singing loudly. A fifteen-year-old boy,
ERIK, walks through two bushes. He looks around at the forest, taking in the
sights. He continues walking until he comes to a river. He bends down, to cool
him self off with some water, when a loud CRACK is heard.
ERICK
(Looking around worried shouts)
WHO’S THERE?
All the birds stop
singing, which means danger is near. He begins to panic, when he hears a voice
reply,
STRANGER
(With a hint of urgency in his voice)
No one you need to be afraid of…
ERICK
(Worried)
Where are you?
STRANGER
(With slight fear in his voice)
Behind the bushes
ERICK
(Scared)
If I don’t need to fear you, then why are you
hiding?
STRANGER
(Worried)
If you saw me, you would be afraid.
ERICK
(Curious)
What is your name?
STRANGER
(Slightly uneasy)
I once was a man named Ike.
ERICK
(Curiosity building)
Can you show yourself?
IKE
(Worried)
I might scare you…
Then IKE walks out of the
bushes, and stands in the full sunlight. ERICK stares at him before saying,
For this
activity, I chose my poem Wolf Boy; I noticed that it was too long so I applied
some of the steps to make it shorter and better. I changed the shape and
structure and worked a little more on imagery. I kept most of the language but I
changed a lot of it so that it would flow better. The final product was better
than the first one, and I liked that this Revision Inventory helped me make it
better.
Description:1.Playwright
Claudia Johnson advises her students to identify real concerns by
making a “menu” of them. Pick the big emotions and make a list in your
journal: What makes you angry? What are you afraid of? What do you want? What hurts? Or consider the crucial turning points of your life. What really changed you? Who really changed you? Those
will be the areas to look for stories, whether or not those stories are
autobiographical. Novelist Ron Carlson says, “I always write from my
own experiences, whether I’ve had them or not.”
What makes you angry?
When innocent people get hurt... When friends betray you… When those
that care about you turn on you… When life gives you lemon and you cant
make lemon aid. When people lie to you just so that they can gain your
trust. When secrets are revealed that should never had been shared with
someone you don’t trust.
What are you afraid of? Those that I care about might get hurt one day. My best friend will no longer be my friend in the future.
What hurts? When
a family member dies and I was unable to be there for them. When my
friend/sister/brothers/parents lie to me about certain things. Knowing
that my almost 10 year-old dog does not have many years left in him.
What do you want? Unconditional
love from my family. Continual faith in God. To be able to have one of
my writing published. To be around horses and dogs, for many years. To
be able to help people. To serve my Country. And to always know that my
family, my friends, and God are there for me.
Writing
has always been a part of me, ever since I was little. I have written
every day of my life. I write for school, I write for fun, I write when
I sleep, and I write my life. Writing shapes me, it’s who I am.
Writing is my life.
Before
my time, before our time, no one really wrote. No one could write down
a story, speech, or poem, no one had a means of writing. When writing
was created it was a picture, it was a drawing. The cavemen and the
Egyptians all wrote with drawings, each picture had a different
meaning. The cavemen wrote/drew about their hunts and the Egyptians
wrote/drew hieroglyphics to explain their lives. Now writing and
drawing are apart of our lives, but both are used differently now,
writing is used to tell things, while drawing is to show things.
When
I write I see what is happening, I form a mental picture. I write about
both the good and the bad. I write to share personal experiences, I
write to share my ideas, and I write to share with the world my
personal view on things. Whenever I write I feel like I’m the only one
there, I am the only one in the room or the world. I concentrate on
writing my piece, I think of nothing else.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “Either
write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” Many
people don’t even realize that they are writing their own stories every
day by their words and actions. Writing is also more than just school
work or a required speech. According to Jorge
Luis Borges, “Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.” And I
believe this, so many time my writings seam so dream like, the just com
out of no where, much like our own unusual dreams.
Writing
is so much more than a bunch of words on a piece of paper. For some, it
is a way to express ideas, thoughts, and their imagination. While for
others, it is a way of life. Desiderius Erasmus
once said, “The desire to write grows with writing.” I know from my own
experience that this is true. I know that writing is a part of me, it
always will be. I will continue to write for a long as I live, because
writing is my passion. Writing, for me, will always be my life.
“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.” -- Alexander Pope
