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"I'm tired."
"What do you mean? You still have more work to do."
"I've been working for long enough to help you move forward. I do all the work and I get no credit. I am tired. Good night."
He puts his briefcase down and, using it as a pillow, goes to sleep.
"I dare you to do it."
"No."
"What, are you chicken?"
"No!"
"Then do it!"
She picked up the frog that was sitting in front of her and gently kissed it.
There was no spark. There was no prince.
She looked up at the little boy in front of her and realized that he was her prince.
"Here's your key. Have a nice stay."
I walked through the long dark hallways of the shady hotel until I got to my room. I unlocked the door and found a cleaning lady feeding a chicken.
"Please don't tell on me"
I turned around, closed the door, and slept in my car that night.
"Smile for the camera!"
"I have been smiling for the camera my entire life. For as long as I can remember, my parents made me sit in front of their stupid camera and smile, like nothing was wrong with my life. I had to pretend everything was sunshine and roses for them, just to make them happy. So do not ask me to smile for the camera. I've had enough."
He takes the camera from the photographer's hands and slams it to the ground.
"It's a trap."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a trap! You walk through that door, you fall into a dark hole, you stay there for the rest of your life surrounded by nothingness."
She thought for a moment. "You're right. I won't go through the door."
She turns around and walks back through the door she came from, only to realize that she fell into the hole.
Don't let the fear of moving on keep you from moving forward.
"Can you please explain your methods to me?"
"My methods?"
"But of course! I've been coming to you for several months now and I'm not feeling any better! I pour my soul out to you to make you see how I feel, but you never help me!"
"How can I help you if you won't help yourself?"
"Now where did I put it? I know it has to be here somewhere! Where else could it be? The spices go in the spice cabinet, the sugar goes with the baking supplies, the fruit with the fruit, the knives with the knives, the rolling pins with the rolling pins!"
She turns around.
"Oh."
She opens up her freezer and pulls out a pair of fuscia stilettos.
"Here is the prop room. This is where you'll be working. If you have any questions, just let me know."
He walks away and I'm left thinking...
"Oh I have many questions, thank you for asking. How is it that I have been involved in theater for the last twenty years, went to college for it, and all I can get involves pulling props for other actors and actresses? How is this fair?"
"Excuse me, sir, may I have a statement?"
"But of course. The sky is blue. The grass is green."
"But, sir, these points aren't relevant."
"Neither is what I have to say. You will fabricate a story using your own imagination anyway. I might as well say something that has some truth in it."
So people tell me all the time, and I mean ALL THE TIME, that I'm too stupid to walk and chew gum at the same time. Well, I'll have you know, that I can walk, chew gum, text, and listen to music ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Yeah. I only sometimes run into walls. But that doesn't happen too often. Actually, on second thought...
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