Title: To Him, His Own
by Richard from Cheshire | in writing, fiction
Many crisp packets and pencils lay dormant on a damp floor, and shafts of light peer through a mast high in the rafters. A long-haired teenager steps precariously across the litter and stands, hands in pockets, tie thin and starved, staring into light.
TEENAGER: She never uttered a word.
Dark sweeps the cold canvas, but the lights slowly draw back to a deep green. He looks out.
TEENAGER: Never discussed the sun or the birds or love. She was a blank page'sun's up.
The stage is lit up in a deep orange.
TEENAGER: Morning whispers 'Cold', time for day.
Exit.
I gathered influence from various walks of creativity. In terms of movie directors, David Lynch inspired me because of his Avant Garde approach to cinema, where his images and language are very thought provoking. The poet, songwriter and author Leonard Cohen inspired me. His book Beautiful Losers was very profound and created terrible and beautiful images. I attempted to do the same with To Him, His Own.
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