Jack, am I lesbian? story

Act 2 scene 3:

I feel as though I am lost in many ways, the love I have for the people around me grows, but I am a prisioner in my own thoughts, we do so much together, but yet more and more I crave time alone. Not just time alone, but time to think and express sadness uniteruppted.

Sammy – why do you always sit alone, when you know where we are hanging out

Ashley – I just need me time, a way to collect my thoughts it is like I can’t be free unless I can at times be completly alone.

Sammy – I think I understand, but don’t really. Both happens but I don’t really crave one over the other.

Jack – I have to be around people! Yes, well maybe, I don’t know, I have never really thought about it.

Ashley – well I have thought about it lots, I think about lots of things, and some of them don’t make sence as like some riddle that I don’t have an answer to.

Just then a blue tongue lizard pops its head out of the long grass looking to get some sun. Out from the shade, in the distance I can here the screech of Australian native birds. There lovely and somewhat haunting noises that they make. Danalions sprout from the ground and Jack picks one out of the ground and munches on the flower and puts the plant in her basket that is filling up with many dandelions that she has picked this morning.

Sammy – would you say I am a lesbian?

We both looked at Sammy, None of us have had sex yet.

Sammy – A few girls were asking if Jack is my girlfriend, as being a lesbian is really popular at uni right now so they are all talking about it and how lucky I am to have a girlfriend.

a little more of a story I am writing.

Act 2: The winds have changed
Scene 1:  at the dinner table

I look around the office my papers strewn across the desk. Fuck I have been working hard on this project. My college comes in and says I have a meeting soon. The design process does take me some time and I love it. I wanted a job as a kid that was a little bit more creative than the average desk job. Idk I feel at ease when I can get into the zone and refine something and come up with ideas and solve little problems that people are faceing an work with them.

And yeah, so I threw my heart into this, went back to school when I was 25 and made it work. The only way I knew how to but pushing myself. I am a bit of a workaholic when I get into it. I find it hard to just be alone with my thoughts

Ashley, Ashley, meeting now – I hear my college say.

We are meant to impress some company and basically sell a broom that looks slightly better. It is all about the asthetics. Any broom does the same thing but idk sometimes a little tweek here and there makes things just look that much better. As style and fad, these things come  and go, but you can make a quick profit out of it if you just time it write. The meeting went smoothly I say over dinner to my two best friends.

We share a house together. With three wages, well that is practically what you need to do okay and buy a house. Our house is small, but it is ours and we have the best garden.

I love looking at the plants growing, a few big trees, but mostly veggies and herbs, the more we can eat from our backyard the better.

I look down at my plate and it is all from our garden. So very yummy. I can’t stand store brought food anymore it just doesn’t taste as yummy.

Scene 2:

I sit in the lounge room an an old leather couch that we picked up from out the front of a house years ago we fixed it up and gave it a little bit of a modern twist with the design.

Across the room Sammy is pulling papers out of boxes. She looks furious and annoyed as she rips each out of the box, reads it quickly and throws it over her shoulder.

I did not ask and just kept minding my business as I did not want to get involved. I have developed such a remarkable sense of patients over the years and now I feel as though I am able to just tune things out. I sit there calm as can be as Sammy is throwing papers about the room.

If there was anyone else seeing this they probably would be wondering why I am not helping, but I know Sammy and if she wanted help she would ask, and me on her back would only make things worse.

I go and make myself a cup of coffee and get back to my drawings, making notes here and there, reinevting the broom.

I have been at this game for so long and yeah at the start I felt like maybe it wasn’t for me, but the things that I learn and the creative expressions I can make in my designs is why I stick at it. Also it gives me lots of time to spend with my girls.

We said to each other, Sammy, Jack and I would get married all three of us if we were not married by the time we were 30 well here it is and we have eloped. I am not sure how official it is but it is our love we are all equal and yeah it is a thing that just kind of happened.

I spend a lot of time on my own, but I do enjoy their company and my heart sings every time that they are near.

Jack comes storming in, – what the fuck are you doing Sam? I have just cleaned this room. And i don’t feel like doing it again.

act one of a short story I am writing

Introduction to this project.

This story will be about my journey to writing that long play by taking small steps. 10minute stories and then longer and longer. I felt I had to work out the maths a break down the idea of how long it would actually take to write a 60 minute play. The due take for this is 31st of December and today is the 26th of novemeber so that gives me five weeks to write this!30 hours of  writing to write a 60 minute play.

This is my journey and I thank you for travelling along with me.

Act one: Love and good feelings

Scene 1: Ambient skyline

I think back and forward my mind tracing the past and circling around ideas of my future. I am here, but could I bet there, will I be there, and was I there? The is so much could and would when you think about it. But right now I am here, and you are here.

We sat there stairing up at the stars on the front of my car bonnet. Sammy, Ashley and Jack. Sammy with her long blonde hair and Jack with her red dress on, and yeah me with a skirt I borrowed from the girls. I see the universe above me and it feels like my eyes are only just opening for the first time. I love my friends and they love me. Well at least that is how I feel in this moment in this zone, in this place and in this world. The ambient heart of mine, beating slow and loudly.

I forget where I am, I can feel the fabric against my thigh and my ankles poking out from under my skirt to feel the soft cool breeze. The universe is so big, and hiden behind lights, I say to myself that I am tall, but really I am small. I am small, and I am okay with that.

I take a deep breath and nudge my friends, and giggle, we laugh at the silly notion that tonight is and ever will be our place, and the only thing is the here and now,a dn there will be no tomorrow.

Scene 2:  the best of friends

Sammys smeared lipstick makes her mouth smile wide even in a frown, I did her make up, we I tried to but idk I get carried away really easily and sure enough I turned my head to some distraction will lipstick still pressed against her mouth my hand following my body movement scrawling a line across her cheek.

How do I look – Sammy asked.

I smiled a little confused oh right shit I was doing this, Jack comes in and puts her arms around my shoulders and leans on me looking at Sammys face.

Perfect! – jack says, with a straight face.

I was sitting on  sammys bed cross legged wearing one of her skirts, I like this one, with its many subtle colours blending into a nice flow of shapes, actually I like all of sammy’s clothes. And was happy that she let me borrow this skirt for tonight.

Sammy on the floor looking up at us with a smile on her face, larger than I have ever seen.

Jack leans over me reaching out to Sammy grabbing her by both shoulders and licking the side of her face, smearing her lipstick covered cheek.

Perfect! – Jack said.

We made our way out of the room and out of the house and into the back yard. The warm night air I could feel, the grass between my toes. I want this night to last forever. Live in the lie that the future will never come. I love wearing womans clothing, well I love it where I feel safe with close friends in their yard where I can be a little bit more myself.

Scene 3: The long kiss goodnight

I felt the air shift and change as we were sitting out in the back yard over looking the river below, I could feel my empty heart beginning to open up and all that was nd is simmering in and settleing down upon this chest of mine. I wanted freedom, but at the same time I wanted to be captured. These mix of feelings flood my mind and heart.

We sit on the ground, the earth is warm still from the day of hot sun, it is such an odd feeling to feel warm grass so late at night. We lay down a blanket and pillows and sit down. Sammy was constructing a fire.

I love these girls, and I am so happy that we became friends even if it was only by chance and only for a short while.

I can hear the river even though I could not see it.

Sammy – are you guys warm enough? Should I light this thing up?

Ashley- na its cool, but it would be nice to be near a fire even just for a little while.

Sammy – okay cool, well hear goes .

Sammmy throws a match into the fire pit and the wood eats it up with a burp of flames licking high into the air. The smell of fire wood buring, and the flicker of flames. Against the dark stary night.

 

Scene 4: Start of a new day

I wake my head full of sand and madness from the night before, I can still hear the giggles of the girls. I rub my eyes The warm orange sun streaking into the room. I run my fingers through my hair and breath. I try and sit up and see that I am held down my arms and legs of the girls. The three of us entangled together in a mess of blankets sheets and pillows and bodies.

My thumb feels warm and I look down to see Jack drooling with my thumb in her sleeping mouth. I pull it out only to hear her snort.

My babes, my loves, my girls, my other two thirds.

I sit on the eadge of the bed and breath in and out, just breathing in the day.

I put on grey socks and pick up a white shirt of the ground. I love these Sundays. Every Sunday when I wake up a little early and have time to myself to just sit and be. I the clock on the wall says January 16th.

I head across the room

I wake up and feel the rythem of the day, I can smell the river below and I listen to the trees. My room over hangs a small cliff face, covered in greenery.

This is a place I love, my seceret room beneath the tall trees, there is a path that flows below and I use it when I ride my bike following the river.

But right now I am happy just streached out on a matress white sheets, curtains blowing getanlly in the cool breeze.

I streach out, my stomach muscles feeling all that is good about healthy living. My small chest, my legs. I sit up and pick up a shirt of the floor. And put it on, white against my tanned skin.

I could sit in bed all day with thoughts rambling through my head, but right now I am hungry.

I walk across the cool wooden floors away from the breeze and open windows into the depths of my abode.

All windows are open but the breeze is only felt through my room by the river.

In the kichen I see broccoli lying out in a sieve that I had picked and washed from my garden.

My garden was growing nicely, the soil was usually always damp and the sun is strong in this part of the world.

I learnt a lot about gardening over the years as I wanted to eat predomintly the food I grow from the seeds I sow. And this harvest is beautiful.

I sit on the porch with a coffee and some toast just breathing in the day as I watch the sun do its thing, slowly fading out the moon. My green plants  and I think how lucky I am, not just to be here but to have the knowledge and time to make this space my own.

I finish my coffee and hold the empty cup in my hand. Bread crumbs on a plate.

Ashley – how did you get here? And where are you going from here and now?

I asked myself these questions always in my mind filling my thoughts and I can only think about the past, the present and the future all at once, but somehow it feels a little unclear as all I can see are my thoughts in a little window of what I can think and that is just not a big or clear enough picture to make a proper judgement.

What a magical start to my day.

Two scenes of friendship

Tile of this story: Ambient skyline

I think back and forward my mind tracing the past and circling around ideas of my future. I am here, but could I bet there, will I be there, and was I there? The is so much could and would when you think about it. But right now I am here, and you are here.

We sat there stairing up at the stars on the front of my car bonnet. Sammy, Ashley and Jack. Sammy with her long blonde hair and Jack with her red dress on, and yeah me with a skirt I borrowed from the girls. I see the universe above me and it feels like my eyes are only just opening for the first time. I love my friends and they love me. Well at least that is how I feel in this moment in this zone, in this place and in this world. The ambient heart of mine, beating slow and loudly.

I forget where I am, I can feel the fabric against my thigh and my ankles poking out from under my skirt to feel the soft cool breeze. The universe is so big, and hiden behind lights, I say to myself that I am tall, but really I am small. I am small, and I am okay with that.

I take a deep breath and nudge my friends, and giggle, we laugh at the silly notion that tonight is and ever will be our place, and the only thing is the here and now,a dn there will be no tomorrow.

Title:  the best of friends

Sammys smeared lipstick makes her mouth smile wide even in a frown, I did her make up, we I tried to but idk I get carried away really easily and sure enough I turned my head to some distraction will lipstick still pressed against her mouth my hand following my body movement scrawling a line across her cheek.

How do I look – Sammy asked.

I smiled a little confused oh right shit I was doing this, Jack comes in and puts her arms around my shoulders and leans on me looking at Sammys face.

Perfect! – jack says, with a straight face.

I was sitting on  sammys bed cross legged wearing one of her skirts, I like this one, with its many subtle colours blending into a nice flow of shapes, actually I like all of sammy’s clothes. And was happy that she let me borrow this skirt for tonight.

Sammy on the floor looking up at us with a smile on her face, larger than I have ever seen.

Jack leans over me reaching out to Sammy grabbing her by both shoulders and licking the side of her face, smearing her lipstick covered cheek.

Perfect! – Jack said.

We made our way out of the room and out of the house and into the back yard. The warm night air I could feel, the grass between my toes. I want this night to last forever. Live in the lie that the future will never come. I love wearing womans clothing, well I love it where I feel safe with close friends in their yard where I can be a little bit more myself.

Thinking about going to Mars

Oh baby. I have gotten  myself in deep. I am over my head , I take a deep breath and breath it all in. The day is here where I do what I want and how I feel and all of these thoughts and feelings come rushing in, walking around this room like a mess. I have a shot of vodka and slam the glass down on the table. Get a grip! I tell myself.

I have as of this moment agreed to go to mars. What a fool! Why, why, why! I keep telling myself, why can’t I just sit in my room and be sad like everyone else, why do I have to send myself all the way to another planet just to hurt my own feelings. Will I ever get a root on the other side? Will I come back? No, once you go, there is an only one way ticket.

Stuck there on that world, a farmer, isolated not by time and space, but by lack of oxegen, and fertile soil. I can only live on good soil and fresh clean air, so that cuts me off from the rest of mars I know that. We will be sent there to farm, for years until the place is healthy enough and big enough to send more annoying people, to this hot red earth. And I am there number 3. So far there are two people on mars, it is expensive to get there, but not a very long journey, just a one way ticket. You could only return if you somehow managed to buil your own little way of getting home, but since it has taken us this long to create quick space travel, I doubt that I would make it home in the same amount of time.

And so I say with a heavy heart, but I loving heart that, I want to be a mars space farmer. I want to be out there, I want to be one of the first. I want to build a world from the ground up! And I want to see it florish.

I have thought this through so many times, and yes I still want to go.

entering competitions

I want to enter a writing compertition and for this I did the maths to work out how long it would take to write a 60 minute play.

1 mintue play = one page

350 words per page  and it takes 10 minutes to write 350 words

so that is 10 hours of solid writing to make a 60 minute play.

about 21000 words!

what a challenge, I hope I can come close to that word count!

http://www.griffintheatre.com.au/artistic/griffin-award/

drunk babe

A few key words, walking, fucking, bushes , love, lust , strangle, meomemry, caught up in the momement.

These are all things I felt while drunk and in love. I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted to be fucked by you.

I got really pissed on wine at home alone listening to a record player, as I bathed and dressed myself, applying eyeliner and brushing my hair. I could taste the hase, my mind breathing in through the filter of a ciggeret. The moon shines in through the many windows of my house, this old house where I can play music as loud as I want to. And in the kitchen I sat with a glass of wine in hand, tap dripping. That slow build as the sink fills, just like my lust, drip drip I can feel the build, I want you. And wine is just helping me wait. I can hear a clock on the wall, the time is wrong, and that does not really matter, the later it is at night the lest time I have to spend at the pub before I can hold your hand and walk on into the gardens.

I am wearing underwear but I don’t really need them, they are just for show, something for you to take off me something for you to feel, as secret. I have loved you for some time, my underwear says. And I am exposing myself for you.

I grab my purse as I hear the car pull up, we go in a group driven to the party. And I walk in feeling the happy wave of air on my face. I chat, it is fun and I see you.

short story writing

I started this blog to practice writing short stories. and so far, getting the word count has proven challenging. but in 10 minutes I can write 365 words. so maybe I can get to that 7,500 word count in three ours by following that same time frame. I feel like writng for me is about being caught up in the moment, and really feeling what I am writing. So to be in that zone for 3 hours would just be complete bliss! I hope that by making small incuramental steps in my wriitng that I can reach the 3 hour mark. but until then  I have a long joyis way to go!

happy blogging everyone. 🙂

Rethinking heartbreak

I felt the cool hand across my face, I still remember your love. The warm scent of your thigh. This room is cold without you. But that is all just in my head, summer is coming and if I step outside I would feel the warm hot air brushing against my skin as you once did with your love. I smile, and see you smiling back at me. Love is gone, your love is gone from here and from me.

The tortured heart of lovers memory . I remember more of you over a longer period of time than we spent together or I remembered while you were there. I have forgotten all the things I was thinking about while we are together and mind mind only focuses on you, and every little thing that you did. This feeling is so real to me and runs so deep. I hear about hearbreak all the time, but it on a whole other level when it happens to you. I just want you back. Or I just want you here, so I don’t have to think about you all day every day. What went wrong, why can’t I stop theses things. Taking a defeatist approach I look around the room. I want to carve your name into my arm, so that I can see it is not just in my head. Release the blood and a little bit of you at a time.

It is like I have to sit though the entire relationship and 1/4th of the speed in which we dated. Before we met I was happy doing the things I was doing, excited in my own self freedom. But is that just denial that I needed love, or open to myself and open to the idea of love. Either way you found your way to me. It is such a weird feeling to be loved, it is like something opens up and hear, hear I am and here you are. That happy start that meant so much to me, opened my eyes to the world just a little. And although it hurts now, I would like to say thankyou for sharing love with me.

A little drunk over breakfast

This morning I woke up and headed out on just jeans to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. I did not eat much last night so I slept really well. Which I am happy about. Watching a video on home brewing I felt the urge to grab a beer and, yeah it went straight to my head in a good way. I feel happy, silly and yeah enjoying breakfast while singoing and dancing around.

Beer for breakfast?