Creative writing is the art of communicating ideas, impressions and feelings. With words as our medium, we can tell a story, deliver a sermon, suggest a mood or set a scene. Poetry has various genres: narrative, lyric, dramatic and prose poems. There are the relatively new genres of Flash Fiction and Flash Plays. They very short versions of short stories and drama.
Type of Writing
Narrative poetry tells a story. It has a beginning, middle and end-not necessarily in that order. Because of this structure, you should be able to sense a passage of time. The ending can be either conclusive or open with no resolution.
Lyric poetry uses one central topic as its theme and is often addressed to the reader. It can be written in a wide range of forms, songs, elegies, ode, etc. They focus on one subject throughout.
"Measuring the Blood"
The prose poem lies between free verse and prose. It differs from prose by rhythmic and sound repetitons, intensity of language and has no line breaks.
Flash Fiction is very short fiction. It gets right to the meat of the story without a preamble and usually has implied characterization.
Flash Plays are brief, one act dramas.
MRS. JONES – lovely
young widow of wealthy businessman,Emery Jones
Setting: Office at Pict Studio- two chairs & a desk. Mr. Wells is seated at desk.
Props: Bottle of
brandy, glasses and telephone
(DOOR CLOSES. MRS. JONES STRIDES ONSTAGE IN AN OSTENTATIOUS MANNER.)
MR. WELLS: (STANDS) Come in, Mrs. Jones. I am George Wells, your late husband’s consultant here at Pict Studios.
MRS. JONES :(SMIRKS) Well, Mr. Wells. How are you?
(MRS. JONES IS SEATED AND PRIMPS, SMOOTHING HER DRESS)
MR. WELLS : (CLEARS THROAT) Uh, yes. My condolences on your husband’s passing.
MRS. JONES :(SIMPERS) Thanks, he was a sweet old thing.
MR. WELLS: Er, yes,yes, indeed.(DEEP,
SOLEMN VOICE) He was a fine man, a chief of industry, a self-made millionaire. Yes, a fine man. (SLIGHT COUGH)
MRS. JONES: I came for my surprise present. The week before he “passed”, Emery had me sign stacks of legal papers (SIGH)-it took forever. (BRIGHTLY) Said I’d have a big surprise after he was gone.
MR. WELLS: Present? Oh, yes, it is like a present. He wanted to be sure you’d be well provided for, just in case. And let me assure you, he got the best money could buy.
MRS. JONES: (CONDESCENDS) Well, of course.
MR. WELLS: (SHUFFLES PAPERS ON DESK) Let me see….. Here it is, the legal form, all signed and sealed. May I see a driver’s license, to verify your identity? Just a formality.
MRS. JONES: (REACHES IN
HER PURSE AND HANDS HIM AN ID CARD.) Here.
MR. WELLS: Ah, yes, a striking photo. I must admit, I am amazed that you came in on your own. Would you like to hear the details?
MRS. JONES: (RISES AND WALKS ABSENTLY DOWNSTAGE) Pict Studio, what’s a pict? It sounds like a movie set.
MR. WELLS: Movies? Well uh, we’ve always considered movies, but ……….
MRS. JONES: What is that? (POINTS AT THE AUDIENCE, THE FOURTH WALL OF THE OFFICE) That painting of a blue swordsman on the wall? Is it the studio logo? Like the MGM lion?
(JONES RETURNS TO HER CHAIR, SITS AND TAKES OUR HER COMPACT MIRROR TO APPLIES LIPSTICK DURING FOLLOWING DIALOGUE BY WELLS.)
MR. WELLS: (PONTIFICATES) Yes, my dear, the Pict warrior is the company logo. Trouble with people today, we’re too civilized. We used to be wild Picts- tattooed in blue, the scourge of Britain, as feared as a Druid. We’d raid shrines; slaughter cattle and when a chief died, we’d bury his wives with him. We were dangerous, very dangerous. (SADLY) But look at us now- peaceable and proper.
MRS. JONES: Yeah, anyway, about my surprise, I bet it is a screen test for a movie, right? (RISES, PIROUETTES ABOUT THE STAGE) I’ll be stunning, my face will fill the silver screen, be bigger than life. I’ll drink champagne with Brad Pitt and the audience won’t even notice him.(RETURNS TO HER CHAIR)
MR. WELLS: Er... yes, a movie can definitely be shot.
Now, the details. your late husband came in several weeks ago, gave us your vital statistics-weight, height, heart rate. I must say, he certainly seemed chipper for his age. Who would have thought he’d slip off that embankment and break his neck! At least he got his last wish—to be stored in a frozen state.
MRS. JONES: (EXACERBATED SIGH) Yes, Emery had all sorts of odd ideas. Well, let’s get on with it. I don’t want to hear the details. I am ready for action.
MR. WELLS: (SMILES) Aren’t you a refreshing change! Usually we have to send an escort. Will you take brandy, Mrs. Jones? It’s a seven star import. (POURS A DRINK AND HANDS GLASS TO JONES WHO DRINKS)
MRS. JONES: This has such a bitter taste. I feel a chill down to my bones.(RUBS HER ARMS) Strange, usually brandy warms me up.
Mr.Wells: (SETTLES BACK IN HIS CHAIR) While we wait, let me sprout just a tad- I am so proud of our company. We have state of the art equipment; a special high tech unit with a battery back-up in case of a power outage. Our work is guaranteed a minimum of 150 years, and I am proud to say, there is no longer any dizziness.
MRS. JONES: Ok,ok,that sounds fine. I could leave the screen test as a legacy to my fans.
MR. WELLS: You are something else! No wonder Mr.Jones was so determined. Alright, I agree. The entire production will be made into a movie, and I personally guarantee global distribution.
MRS. JONES: It must be the excitement, but I feel faint, and so cold that I can barely speak. (SLIPS TO FLOOR, DROPPING GLASS)
MR. WELLS: It is just the sedative in the brandy taking affect, numbing all your motor reflexes. Let me ring down to the cryogenics unit, be sure all is ready, and get someone to video each step. (PAUSE) Usually wives and widows aren’t as eager as you.
(PICKS UP PHONE) Danny, got a client hot to trot. Send up the best gurney, the one with the lilac tubing and find somebody with a camcorder to tape the entire procedure. Yes, I said camcorder. She wants movies. Yep!……… Amazing woman!
(MRS. JONES GRASPS HER THROAT,
TRYING TO TALK, JUST MAKING SOUNDS.)
(MRS. JONES SQUIRMS ABOUT ON
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