Thursday, 30 June 2016

50 Word Mini-Saga (Edited)


Daddy Dearest

"He loves you, you know," Her mother tells her one night, tucking her in.
"He scares me," She admits, quietly. "He shouts a lot."
"He's just under a lot of stress lately," Her mother explains,
laying a heavy hand on her daughters head.
"That hurts."
"He really does love you," Her mother insists,"He loves all of his children.
Every single one of us."

66 words

Daddy Dearest - edited

"He loves you, you know," Mother tells her one night, tucking her in.
"He scares me," She admits, quietly, timid. "He shouts alot."
"He's just under a lot of stress lately, he really does love you," Mother insists, ardently. "He loves all of his children. Every single one of us."

50 words

Monday, 13 June 2016

Opening to Dystopian Radio Play



(Office/Classroom setting)

(Characters: Correctional Officer - around mature adulthood in age, clipped voice, formal register, articulate, Student - young middle childhood, voice should indicate young age, male)

- open scene -

Correctional Officer: Next!

(sound effect of automatic door sliding open, then closed)

Correctional Officer: Registration number.

Student: Six. Nine. Two. Four. Sir.

Correctional Officer: Computer, enter registration code six-nine-two-four. (computerised beep) District designation.

Student: District Angustus, sir.

Correctional Officer: Computer, enter district sector Angustus. (beep) Display file. (beep)
(pause) It says here you are registered as Rene Hemlein in the database. Is this how I am to refer to you?

Student: No, sir. 

Correctional Officer: How am I to refer to you?

Student: I am my registration number. Sir.

Correctional Officer: That is correct. In your district educational facility, how do your peers and superiors refer to you?

Student: By my rank, sir. 

Correctional Officer: As they should. And what is your rank?

(silence)

Correctional Officer: Six-nine-two-four, you will answer me. 

Student: (slight indignation) Surfeit, sir.

Correctional Officer: I see. What selfish parents you have.

Student: I resent them. Sir.

Correctional Officer: As you should. As a Surfeit, you are on borrowed time. A pitiful life if you ask me. Tell me, in the event of hyper-rationing, or mass famine, what does mandate state Surfeit’s do?

Student: Report to the Caedes Corpus, sir. 

Correctional Officer: And what is it you will do there, Surfeit?

Student: Lay down my life for the cause, sir.

Correctional Officer: In whose grace?

Student: The Emperor.

Correctional Officer: Who do you belong to, Surfeit?

Student: The Emperor.

Correctional Officer: Who is our saviour?

Student: The Emperor.

Correctional Officer: Hail.

Student: Unto the pure, all things are pure. Long live the Emperor.

Correctional Officer: Dismissed.

(automatic door opening, closing)

Correctional Officer: Computer, open progression notes on file six-nine-two-four. Open text. Subject displaying indications of defection, case in point; hesitation at response, unprompted admittance of feelings, perception of resentment towards rank. Close text. Issue file as red flagged.

(computerised beep)


Correctional Officer: Next!

- end scene -