Margarite and Sally: my first play. not too bad; not too good either. i like the way it ends.

Wings and Tyrian: my vague attempt at exestentialism. blarg. i think the prompt for this one was "time". anyway, its odd, to say the least.

Trina and Bia: i finally wrote a fantasy/scifi something-or-other after about 2 years of not writing. this isn't so much a good script as it just got me out of a creative slump. i feel so much better.

Jeanette: i was having a hard time romantically, and my theatre teacher prompted us to write a monologue based on a painting, then handed us some books. i was flipping through vermeer, and found this picture of a girl at a window reading a letter, and i was like, "that's it!" and here you are.