Play Script. Act 1, Scene 1.

Play script -> The Turbulent Escape

Cast: Liz, Sam, Krostack, Mom, Dad, Heather, Molly, Lena, Rowley and Clownia

ACT 1

Scene 1: {Rutherford House} Liz and Sam wrestle on the sofa, knocking over things. Mom and Dad are having a useless argument on Heather’s studying habits. A girl who can never think much lower of herself than she actually is.

Liz: You foul little creature! How dare you kick me? Wait till Rowley gets here and beats you up like a You-Know-What.

Sam: {Taken Aback} Excuse me? Crikey, that little fat bodyguard of yours is no match for me, the Intergalactic Space Lava’s chief! I, hereby command you to run away.

{Molly giggling, staring at Liz}

Liz: Amused Molly? We’ll see who’s laughing in the end. Consider yourself lucky no one has beaten you up into tiny fragments yet!

Molly: {Pfuit!} I hardly think that would be necessary.

Mom: Would you all please keep your mouths shut? I’m here, stuck in a situation where no one gives the least bit importance to what I say. There is Heather, who would never open a book even by accident, and then Liz and Sam, telling on each other and always up to mischief. Molly, get out of my way or I’ll kick you down the stairs Miss Nosey!

Heather: Hey Mother!

Mom: What is wrong you good for nothing lazy?

Heather: Man, I should’ve known. The point is, could pop me over to Fanny’s house tonight? She’s throwing a huge party. The best in town I suppose.

Mom: Certainly not! Do not expect any kind of favors from me Missy; I know fairly well how to treat nut-bags like you. Now, go to your room and read a book. Not a magazine, because I can raid your room and catch you red-handed anytime! And as far as Fanny is concerned, don’t consider her as some role model because she is literally nothing. Except some kind of a psychological patient!

Dad: That was cheerful, off to bed all of you, Pip Pip.

{Clownia enters cartwheeling across the stage, getting ready for his joke}

Clownia: Now you know why such people are feeble. All okay Heather?

Quarter of the Sun

                                                                                                                  

For you the fire blazes in my heart

You are just as special as my heart and soul

I cut a piece of you, no more than a half

For I had to play a very important role

You expected me to just have a soft glimpse of you

Rather I was more than curious

To know from where you belong, and is it true

Bur you were unnecessarily quiet

Unexpectedly you created a riot

An amazing grace was found in you

Never had I known you so well

But now I only dwell.

Article: Another Honour

Being famous is not only to be an intellectual but to be a person whom one can trust and point out frauds out of. It reminds me of my professor who wanted to be a first-class public speaker. At that time it was a great matter of self pride if you were enquired such a question from that person who was already capable to look up to. I could merely understand that eager look on his face even though I was not a suitable person to answer.  As being speaker of the school’s assembly, I strived to be my country’s governmental spokesperson, I did have the faintest bit of idea to guide my professor on how to work on your accents, to take sides on arguments and convey your thoughts with ease. Professor Argos sees himself as a lunatic man unable to make sense out of a dialogue. He was famed to be a person with that unbeatable potential whom no one could succeed.If anyone ever asks me which platform I would have chosen that would be debating.  Speaking in public extemporaneously and adhering to a single topic is something that I particularly enjoy. Professor Argos had a similar childhood. He suffers from that severe nostalgia which gives him a flashback of wandering around in Brambly Woods, writing essays; articles and poems to reflect his inner integrity. He never bragged about receiving awards on his quick-witted mind’s art work in the form of written and vocal rather he kept it secret until it was required. Professor Argos’s speeches had a unique speciality. They were, above all, to the point and avoided verbosity to the fullest to refrain from the lack of interest shown by the audience.  I obtain an intention to supersede my professor, or rather strive to produce better results than him. Professor Argos has not yet shown the slightest intention to discourage me. He was the one who put the first brick forward to bring me success and that leaves me in question that how can I ever repay him. It was a matter of time before my first parliamentary debate was added in my life’s timeline. Even from the endless support of my peers, Professor Argos’s comfort was beyond regard. It helped me to speak publicly in a very calm and composed manner, just like him and dress in an equally pulchritudinous manner and to make my competitors relinquish or cede. Because of Professor Argos’s endless support for me made me touch the stars, by taking the glimmering Debating Society’s trophy home. In my victory speech what I said had evidently touched the wretched hearts of my spectators for the way I mentioned the contributions of my professor. The Jury was heartfelt and found a list of Professor Argos’s achievements throughout his life, from a soldier to what he is now, a Pantaloon. No one ever knew, until then, that those hundred awards he had won for his marvellous character not only for his naturally gifted way of good speaking but for writing theatre plays, essays, articles and very few novels in French and German. On the very spot, it was perfectly well understood that Professor Argos had received another honour for his non-languidly help for others, and especially me.