Thursday, March 11, 2010

Drama Horror Stories

While listening to fellow Drama I / II kids stammer out the lines to "The Crucible", my wandering eyes infused with the ghost of boredom bounced around the tiled room until landing on a stack of papers. Not a hefty pile of blaringly white pages. But rather, if we were at IHOP, the stack mine eyes layed upon would be considered a short stack; not too big, not too small, just enough to scarf down in one sitting while maintaining that "I cannot believe I ate so much butter" feeling. Anything aside from following the stuttering mini-actors-to-be seemed more appealing at this moment in time. Salem witches just don't suit my fancy when children need to sound out each word greater than five letters. You get what you pay for; Public School Education.

Anywho, I picked up the cover page and read the bolded black print: "Mother Drowns Own Babies and Asks for Police to Find Them". What on earth? How did this get there? I further scanned the paragraph detailing the morbid account. Oh joy, perhaps I would have been better off listening to emotionless witches in "The Crucible", but it was too late already; the papers made me read on. Have you ever heard the tale of the beheaded Fortune Teller, or what about the Son Who Murdered His Mother And Boiled Her Remains (it was one hot story. No pun intended)? After reading six or seven of these dreadful accounts I decided to play sleuth and discover the origins of this short stack of depression piled ever-so neatly.

However, before I could play Nancy Drew (and preferably buy a manacle hanging by a gold chain), fellow classmate JD looked up from his spout of feverishly writing an English Literature Gothic Assignment (due literally two months ago) to tell me to stop shifting through his papers. Ah! The agony! My eye, my eye! It has fallen out onto the table! Nevermind, nothing poked my eye out. I just decided the ending to this story deserved a better ending. I suppose having morbid news articles prove as inspiration enough when writing a gothic literature story, along with entertaining a bored student sitting in her dull navy chair, fixating on others butcher the English language. Let me finish by saying two words even the readers in my drama class could pronounce: The End.

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