A rose on its own
Will die alone in the rain
Trod on by lovers
|"Les Mis" (c) Victor Hugo|
Eponine is referred to as "The Rose in Misery"
Why Smart Phones Are Stupid(CARA is sitting at a table, perhaps at a cafe when lights come up. LARA enters carrying her purse and a heavy bag, which she dumps on the floor before taking the other seat.)Why Smart Phones Are Stupid by tanafeyroyale
So did you get it?
Yes! (She retrieves a phone from her purse) This brand new Smart Phone is so awesome!
What new features does it have?
Well, I can use it as a Reader, a GPS and I have all my games on it. I can access Facebook, check my email and Tweet. I can even use Amazon and get my groceries delivered and track my pizza order. Plus I can text and video chat.
It has so many new apps to make my life easier, I’ve lost count. There’s an app to start the laundry machine and one to dispense the dog food. It auto starts the dishwasher and this one rotates my tires every four months.
Is there one that sprays you with bug repellant?
Of course. That and sunscreen. There’s one that does school work and office work, no mat
A Bad Omen - Marius / EponineEverything looked normal as Eponine come into the café. The normal people were milling, laughing, or discussing politics. Marius sat in a corner reading. Eponine adjusted her ragged dress and smoothed out her hair before approaching him. But as she got closer she realized the book he was holding wasn’t a textbook.A Bad Omen - Marius / Eponine by tanafeyroyale
“What’cha got there, monsieur Marius?”
He jumped at her words. “Oh, Eponine… You scared me. I didn’t hear you coming.”
She smiled. “I just wanted to see what you’re readin’, it looks like something good.”
“It’s a play,” he replied, holding it up for her to see. “One of Shakespeare’s.”
“Oh, I see,” Eponine replied. She wasn’t going to admit that she had no idea who that was. “What’s this one about?”
Marius smiled sadly. “Star crossed lovers who defy their families to be together. It’s called Romeo & Juliet
Ice QueenSkin as pale as iceIce Queen by tanafeyroyale
And as cold as the longest winter’s night
Her heart is a sapphire
A stone lodged in her breast
That does not beat
And cannot pump blood
Curling silver hair
Frames a face devoid of emotion
Inset with eyes unseeing
She is cursed to live
As if she’s dead
Nothing can thaw her
Don’t kiss her pallid lips
Or touch her ice cold fingers
Or you will be lost
Her touch is instant frost burn
That freezes the blood in your veins
And stops the heart on contact
Men have tried to warm her
All have failed in this task
And she mourns none of them
She shed’s not a tear
Wastes no thought on those who’ve died
She just goes on
6 Degrees of Facebook SeparationCharacters:6 Degrees of Facebook Separation by tanafeyroyale
A dorm room. PATTY is sitting on the floor, back against what could be a footboard of a bed. There is a jacket hanging off the corner of it. JOY is sitting at a desk. Both girls are wearing pajamas and have laptops out. PATTY is slightly hung over and both girls are engaged in social media.
Do you know a Michael Jones?
Michael Jones. He sent me a friend request on Facebook and I have no idea who he is.
Well then don’t friend him. It’s no big deal.
But this says we have 6 mutual friends, and they all go to this school.
Is he any of your classes?
He doesn’t look familiar. Let’s see… Doug is in my Chem class and he rooms with Luke. Luke plays Lacrosse with Steve who is friends with both me and Michael.
Who else do you both know?
Ashley. Ashley’s sister Laura is in that French study group with Greg who plays soccer with Zach. And Zach and Michael….
All The Stage is a WorldThe stage is a worldAll The Stage is a World by tanafeyroyale
All unto itself
A land of tricks and illusions
Where honesty and lies are in the eyes of the beholder
Where the invincible players
Live forever in the scenes
Crafted by playwrights
And perfected by directors
So perfectly that you do not know
Of the hassle of casting
Or the hours of rehearsal
All this is moot
As you fall into this world
And become a part of it
You feel and live what the characters do
Until the magic dies
In the moment of their bows
When you realize they are just actors
And you’re forced to leave through the portal doors
You will swear that a spell has been broken
Modern HelenMy ex sent me rosesModern Helen by tanafeyroyale
I brought them in
I do love roses
Ever present in my nose
As I touched the stem
I pricked my finger
The thorn goes deep
And I knew
Even after a year
He was still laughing at me
Still causing me pain
Leaving new scars
And I let him do it
I let him in
Even though I had constructed walls
As thick as the walls of Troy
The gift got through
Because I was vain
And as I bleed
“Helen, this is your fault.”