3 wishesA Stage Play by Proletariat UprisingWhat would you do with blah blah blah read the f****n' thing.(Guy strolls along some random beach somewhere, wondering just why is he even on a beach, when he stumbles, rather painfully, upon a lamp. The genie inside is too impatient to wait for the lamp to be rubbed, and springs from it.) Genie: HUZZAH! I AM FREE! Guy: Chill out; you're giving me a headache. Genie(confused): I'm a magical being; aren't you at least a little excited? Guy: Why would I be excited about magic? I'm an atheist. Genie(still puzzled): ...But, I'm right here, talking to you. Guy: I'm rather convinced by now that someone slipped something into my drink. Genie(shakes head disapprovingly): Nevermind. You freed me, so you get three wishes. Unless you're too much of an atheist. Guy: Hmmmm (scratches peachfuzz in an attempt to seem wise and deep) I know what I want. (slight pause) Genie(impatiently): Well? Guy: You know of John Petrucci? Genie(disdainful stare): I'm a friggin' genie. I know everything. Guy: Tone down that huffiness. I want to be ten times the guitarist he is. Genie: 'Kay, what else? Guy: I also want o be a famous, respected writer. I want future high school and college kids to read my work and write cruelly long papers on them, while whining about how they just don't care. Genie: And your last wish? Guy: Since everyone wishes for world peace, I might as well jump on that band wagon. Genie: It's done. I'd love to stay and chat, but you suck. (poofs away) Guy: I'm a good person. (thinks about how he's on a beach) Wait...how do I know my wishes have come true? © 2011 Proletariat UprisingAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 13, 2011 Last Updated on January 13, 2011 AuthorProletariat UprisingBrooksville, FLAboutI write occasionally. It's about the only creative thing about me. Life has been slowing down my writing, rather than giving me a chance to sharpen my skills (I admit my work is rough around the edg.. more..Writing
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