Help me. I'm caught. Some kind of blinding blare. staring blind. So hot. So Thirsty...That whirl bled the dry outta me. Took me for all I'm worth. I went for it full force. And she burned me. Stole my spark. Turned me. Spurned me. Sparked my snark. Murdered my butterflies. I was getting better I was. Hell and hellfire. I'm a wreck. I'm rubbish. I'm all smoky ash and ashy crash. Can't start over. Can't go back to zero. It'll kill me. I tell you. It... Will ... Kill... Me...

- Excerpt from "dark is a different beast" by Andrea Hart

Monday, November 28, 2011

Excerpt from the script "dark is a different beast" by Andrea L. Hart and Sculptures by Jesse Bercowetz



scene 14: STATIC backstory

BONFIRE and WOMAN walk toward each other across a snowy field. The snow looks like ash falling from the sky. They walk continuously but never get any closer to each other. We hear their voices like in a dream.


woman

Remember how we met?

bonfire

It was cold that night, right?


woman

I was shivering.

You poured your heat inside me like a furnace.


bonfire

And all the fairy tales…

And all the love songs…

But not with us.

woman

I listened to your feet crunch away on the snow.

I try really hard not to be nostalgic.

bonfire

You have to measure these things out carefully.

That’s what they say. I wouldn’t know though.

My mind will have moved on to the next thing.

The next talk. Moments from other moments.


Long pause as they continue to walk. Their feet crunch the snow in rhythm.

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