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Katie Writes a Play a Day: Favs
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. A frazzled nun leads a support group for stalkers. Jay Gatsby, Edward Cullen, and the Phantom of the Opera make appearances. Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before, We Will. A Trekker and a Star Wars nerd engage in a forbidden romance. A young med student falls hopelessly in love with the boy at the bagel store – or at least, what she imagines he must be. The City of Lost Socks. Two childhood friends bond on Halloween. Lipstick on a Lark. The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Two st...
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: January 2011
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Saturday, January 1, 2011. I'd like to give a special thank you to the folks I know always read and commented: Sierra, Sara, Lucy, Matt, Maya. A SPECIAL shoutout goes to Arthur, who is a few weeks away from finishing his Play a Day blog. Thank you to everyone who's read one ever. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing them. Plus, I now know that is IS possible to follow up on a New Year's Resolution! Happy New Year everyone! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an ...
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: The Perfect Gentleman
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Victorian England. Drawing room. Miss BETHANY DAWSON sits at a table, looking out pensively. She smiles, a portrait of demure, before suddenly and shockingly:. LIZBET, a charming chambermaid with a cockney accent, scurries out. Oh, there you are Lizbet. I was worried I hadn’t called loudly enough. Now, I’ve surveyed the arrangement of this room and I’ve decided that I don’t like it one bit. We’ve rearranged the furniture twice this morning, and—. MR FINN, the butler, enters.
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: February 2011
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Saturday, February 5, 2011. Bedroom. NINA sleeps next to CHRISTIAN. She stirs. She wakes up with a start. Why are you here? Oh god. Last night. Tequila. Oh no. Was I good? Oh, we didn’t…. Just cuddled. Wouldn’t want to rush into things too quick. I don’t know if this is too forward of me, but, could I possibly take you out to dinner tonight? My treat. We can see a play and get cocktails after. You are too good to be true. I am your dream boy. So you’re… real? What was that for?
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: November 2010
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Mr T Cornelius Fink's Magical Traveling Show. Mr T Cornelius Fink's Magical Traveling Show. November 30, 2010. Back of the theatre. Crowds envelop the back of the theatre. BARNEY stands to the side, awkwardly twirling his hat. MYRNA emerges. The crowd goes wild. Please, please: you are all too kind. The crowd cries out for her. She smiles generously. That is so kind of you to say! You are all quite lovely. T CORNELIUS FINK emerges. It never is fair.
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: September 2010
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. It’s 8:45. I will work on calendar stuff until 9, then study and write my paper. Tuesday, September 28, 2010. KATIE sits at her desk. Oh my goodness. I have such a monster to-do list. Let me check my email first. Just in case. Oh look, an email from my GSI! Please have reading done for section tomorrow. So did that Sun—wait. OH NO I WAS SUPPOSED TO READ AN ENTIRE BOOK FOR TOMORROW! Monday, September 27, 2010. Originally written in 2004. She throws...
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: May 2010
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Monday, May 31, 2010. Happy birthday Mom =]. Living room. Couch and reclining chair. MIA sits on the chair. SATINE runs back across. Would you stop that? Where’s the string? They run off. MIA sighs and licks her paw. SATINE and BOWIE run back on. Now that is quite it there. It’s string Mia! Oh, I’m trying to take a catnap. How can you take a catnap when there’s string? Oh well. String! Why are you sleeping out here? I thought you liked sleeping in the front bedroom. Yes girl, M...
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: Bonds of Liberty - Engagement
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Sunday, April 24, 2011. Bonds of Liberty - Engagement. Mostly because I'm happy with how this turned out and felt like sharing =]. And every minute I spend posting this is a minute I'm not. This was written for an undergraduate research seminar. Originally, I was going to use the class to do historically research for Love Letters, then I realized I'd rather write something totally new instead. Except me being me, it kinda turned out like Love Letters a bit :/. Not worthy of love.
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: Agent Ocelot
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Setting: The midst of utter chaos. The lights come up with a BANG and we are thrust into the midst of utter chaos. Lights flashing, bullets flying, and smoke billowing. The omnipresence of cacophony provides a shocking soundtrack. This cannot be good. AGENTS outfitted in all black outfits and equipped with only the latest technology, rush about, attempting to quell the overwhelming pandemonium. They work in pairs. Want to go in and squash this overgrown garden mess? What about ...
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Katie Writes a Play a Day: December 2010
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Katie Writes a Play a Day. Friday, December 31, 2010. Continued from Day 1. MORGAN, 18, sits on the side. She isn’t exactly glamorous, but she has lost her glasses and stands up straighter. SIMON, 18, walks up to her. He’s still plain, but he seems to have grown into himself a bit more. Of all the Girl Scouts in all the town. Is this seat taken? I won’t be staying for long. Just want to talk. Um, well, I guess. Okay. Tired Cold. Otherwise fine. At least you aren’t walking. I thought it was an eternity.
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