Scene. Unrequited. Act. Fuck this shit.

bird is sitting on a branch. 

bird sits there for a while. 

Bird flies up and lands next to it. B Bird is very tired. 

Bird. Hi.

bird. Hi. 

[Silence]

Bird. Nothing?

bird. What?

Bird. Nothing? Not a hug? Not an 'Oh, I'm so excited to see you?'

bird is silent. 

Bird. Okay.

[Moment of pausing silence]

Bird starts to fly away.

bird. Where are you going?

Bird. I am sick of this. I am so fucking sick of this. 

bird. What?

Bird. All of this. I am sick of falling in love with people who don't love me back. I am sick of loving people more than they love me. I am tired of putting all my energy into something that feels like a black hole? Where are you!? Where did you go? You certainly aren't here anymore or I would see you, I would feel you. I can't believe- You know you are- It's just... You are something else, My friend. You are. 

Bird pauses.

Bird. And I hate myself... but I can't stop loving you. But I need to know you love me too. 

bird is silent.

Bird. I hate you. And I hate me.

Bird flies away. 

END

Act. Gold? Scene. Silver.

Introducing a new character:

KNIGHT and his trusty steed. 

They are looking for the gold that is on the other side of this rusty rickety bridge.

As KNIGHT begins to ask the horse to cross the bridge he looks down and sees a mound of silver.

KNIGHT. HORSE! Stop. Look at all this silver!

Horse. The gold is over there.

KNIGHT. Yeah, but the silver is right here. And look at that bridge. You can never tell if we will make it over there alive. I think we should stick with the silver. I'm happy with the silver.

Horse. You would be happier with the gold.

(Pause)

Horse. And you know it. 

Knight. But the silver is here. And I have it. What if the gold doesn't like me?

Horse. That's a chance you have to take to be happy.

The knight needs to make a decision if he should settle for being kinda happy... or venture out into the unknown to find something that makes him ungodly happy... and there is no for sure if he will find it or not... 

TO BE CONTINUED

Act. Stick. Scene. Bugs.

It's a warms summer evening. 

Around 9 O'clock (if you are on daylights savings time).

8 O'clock if you are not.

This is geographically significant. 

I am on DST and around 9 is twilight and that is when the earth comes alive and it is a sight to see. At 8, though... it's just hot and muggy and sticky and shitty.

Zoom into a crack in the sidewalk.

Stickbug 1 (SB1) is chilling out. 

Stickbug 2 (SB2) walks up.

SB2. Hi.

(No answer)

SB2. Hello?

(Still nothing)

SB2. Sticky bug?

SB1. Right now I am a stick. Not a bug.

SB2. Oh.

SB1. Yeah.

(Pause)

SB2. Sticks can't talk.

SB1. Well, I turned into a stick bug to answer you. Could you please leave so I can go back to being a stick?

(Pause)

SB2. You're so sad.

(Pause)

SB2. Pretending to be a stick when you are really bug. How nice... to not participate in life at all and still get full credit for being alive.

SB2 leaves.

It begins to rain. 

SB1 drowns in the crack in the pavement because he is not a bug that can walk away, but a stick.

SB2 cries as he clings safely on a local tree. 

END