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Hey there guys. So my drama teacher decided that writing a stage play over Winter Break would be fun. I decided to start ahead of time, found a website that helps me write in stage play format, and I've been working on it already. I'm going to be posting chapters - or in this case, scenes - as I write them. Hope you enjoy it.
Two men in separate prison cells speak to the other through the bars. Neither can see the other, but can hear the other's voice clearly in the otherwise silent hallway.
PRISONER 1:
How long have you been in here?
PRISONER 2:
I lost count years ago.
PRISONER 1:
What'd you do to be here for so long?
PRISONER 2:
Terrible things. Things you couldn't imagine. But those days are over for me. I'm a new man, changed by the word of the Lord.
PRISONER 1:
How touching.
PRISONER 2:
Not a religious man, eh?
PRISONER 1:
You could say that.
(Pauses)
I've heard stories about this place - bad things.
PRISONER 2:
What kind of things?
PRISONER 1:
Men going crazy and killing themselves. What do they do to prisoners in here for that to happen?
PRISONER 2:
It's not the guards that drive these men over the edge, but their own guilt. Only murderers, rapists, kidnappers - the nice folk - come here. Some say that the people they killed talk to them. I don't believe in any of that; that's crazy talk.
PRISONER 1:
So you think it's all in their head?
PRISONER 2:
Do you see ghosts walking these halls?
(Chuckles to self)
Don't be so serious. You better learn to be smarter with your words 'round here.
The two men look towards the hall, noticing two guards escorting a man in handcuffs. They open the cell directly in front of PRISONER 2 and toss him in, locking it behind him.
PRISONER 2:
Greetings, stranger. Got a name?
WILL:
It's Will.
PRISONER 2:
What're you in for?
WILL:
First degree murder.
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ACT I
Scene 1
ACT I
Scene 1
Two men in separate prison cells speak to the other through the bars. Neither can see the other, but can hear the other's voice clearly in the otherwise silent hallway.
PRISONER 1:
How long have you been in here?
PRISONER 2:
I lost count years ago.
PRISONER 1:
What'd you do to be here for so long?
PRISONER 2:
Terrible things. Things you couldn't imagine. But those days are over for me. I'm a new man, changed by the word of the Lord.
PRISONER 1:
How touching.
PRISONER 2:
Not a religious man, eh?
PRISONER 1:
You could say that.
(Pauses)
I've heard stories about this place - bad things.
PRISONER 2:
What kind of things?
PRISONER 1:
Men going crazy and killing themselves. What do they do to prisoners in here for that to happen?
PRISONER 2:
It's not the guards that drive these men over the edge, but their own guilt. Only murderers, rapists, kidnappers - the nice folk - come here. Some say that the people they killed talk to them. I don't believe in any of that; that's crazy talk.
PRISONER 1:
So you think it's all in their head?
PRISONER 2:
Do you see ghosts walking these halls?
(Chuckles to self)
Don't be so serious. You better learn to be smarter with your words 'round here.
The two men look towards the hall, noticing two guards escorting a man in handcuffs. They open the cell directly in front of PRISONER 2 and toss him in, locking it behind him.
PRISONER 2:
Greetings, stranger. Got a name?
WILL:
It's Will.
PRISONER 2:
What're you in for?
WILL:
First degree murder.