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A UNIVERSE FOR TWO
ELENA (40s) — A translator and writer. She has spent years living in the margins of someone…TOMASZ (50s) — A poet who once had a career. He now has a reputation. He drinks to keep the…THE WAITRESS (30s) — She is always there. She never explains herself. She moves through the…THE MAN (voice only) — He may or may not exist. When Tomasz speaks of him, there is unease in…SETTING: A small apartment in an unnamed city. Winter. The furniture is worn, the bookshelves…(The play begins in silence. ELENA is reading. TOMASZ is staring at the telephone. The…TOMASZ(finally)It didn't ring.ELENA(without looking up)No.
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Haunted Heart
Wayne Russell
The dust of us has settled
the bitter sting, just a pit
of emptiness now.
the bitter sting, just a pit
of emptiness now.
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Fiction
Synchronization
Melissa Chouinard-Jahant
Patrick Swayze dances a chassé across the screen.
(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life sounds louder in the theater speakers than the rest of…
The audience hoots and hollers.
(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life sounds louder in the theater speakers than the rest of…
The audience hoots and hollers.
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the levelness of the game
Dustin Miller
You’ve seen the game, and likely played it.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
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Broken Boys
Miles Grüne-Yanoff
INT. APARTMENT 1 – NIGHT
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
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What The Sky Could Not Keep
Ann Fulleros
There was a season
when everything I loved
left in flashes—
when everything I loved
left in flashes—
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.