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Breaking the Third Wall, and Haiku (Both by Kyra Organa)

"Breaking the Third Wall":

Characters:

Mark
Kyra
Sila
Andy
Grace
Leo


Andy: [in a British accent] Hark! This play hath begun!

Kyra: [leans in towards Mark, Sila, Leo, and Grace and whispers] What is he doing?

Sila: Do we really want to know?

Andy: [British] This is the theater, the heart of art, drama, and sophistication.

Mark: What about comedies?

Andy: [normally] Does this look like a comedy?

Grace: [holding up a piece of paper] Judging by the script, this is trying to be funny.

Leo: [suspiciously raises eyebrows] Is it working?

Mark: [snatches script out of Graceā€™s hands before she can answer] The title says, ā€œBreaking the Third Wall.ā€ How do we do that? We literally only exist on this piece of paper! We also have no walls!

Sila: [facepalms]

Kyra: Gimme that. [steals script from Mark and starts writing on it by putting the paper on Markā€™s back]

Mark: Kyra is always right and is infinitely superior to myself. [slaps hand over mouth] What have you done?!

Kyra: [smirks and stands arms akimbo] Made you say something I agree with, for once. 

Leo: [tiptoes up to Kyra, takes script, and begins to write]

Mark: [punches himself] 

Leo: Stop hitting yourself!

Mark: [punches himself, again]

Leo: Stop hitting yourself!

Sila: [disdainfully] You have so much power, and this is what youā€™re doing?

Leo and Kyra: [simultaneously nods] Yup!

Grace: [skips over and plucks the script from Leoā€™s hands] Silaā€™s right! [starts writing]

Sila: Thank you!

Mark: [singing] What did you do? Gah! Why am I singing?

Grace: [singsong] Itā€™s part of the script!

Andy: I think we should stop. What if this is a curse rather than a gift?

Mark: [tugging at script and singing] I think itā€™s my turn! 

Sila: [tugging back] Like we trust you! After all, itā€™s my turn! I can actually use this for good, not pranks!

Andy: Guys?

Grace: Are we playing tug-of-war? Fun! [starts tugging] 

Leo: I could make it rain money!

Andy: Guys!

Kyra: [tugs hard] I was the one who discovered this; I deserve this!

[script rips]

Everyone: [but Mark sings] AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!




Authorā€™s note:

So yeah, you can use your imagination to decide what happened to them. Are they free from the script or have the extinguished all life? Let me know in the comments below! 


"This Is A Haiku":

This is a haiku I'm not quite sure what to do I guess they don't rhyme

Comments

  1. They are free from the script. Mark needs to stop singing lol

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  2. I've made my own haiku, and they're kinda restricting. I loved this story! Although everyone needs to leave poor Mark alone! :P

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    1. Thanks!

      Lol, they probably should have. I was just in one of those moods XD

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    2. You're ALWAYS in one of those moods lol

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    3. This frenemy thing is hilarious!

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    4. Approximately 99.9% of people who read/hear Kyra and I talking agree with you :)

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  3. I laughed way too much at this, jeez poor fictional mark xD this is actually rly good and I can see this being an act on something like 'bring the funny.' also I love the haiku, relatable and rly good!

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    1. Aw, thanks! This is really encouraging

      lol. Poor Mark indeed

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    2. At least someone (Gabby) has some sympathy for (fictional) me! Lol

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