Ideas for a short play?

Abdullah, a covert Al Qaeda operative, has moved to Chicago, IL in order to infiltrate the great satan and help mastermind the next great attack. He ends up falling in love with Jimbob, a tea party member & conservative talk radio host. They both realize their homosexuality at the same time and go on a wonderful love ride through America, learning about eachother and about love.

The play begins with the following monologue (to be recited by Abdullah):

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a neighborhood called Logan Square
In west Islamabad born and raised
In the mosque where I spent most of my days
Praying, praising Allah, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some Yankees outside of the school
When a couple of infidels, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving in with your Imam in east Logan Square"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the License plate said " اسلام آباد" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes, to the airport and into the air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Logan Square
 
Some dude is in a space ship that blows up and he just has to drift around in empty space while his oxygen runs out and he thinks about the meaning of life.

This is a great idea. I don't like plays, and I'm a professional in the industry. But this seed has the potential of getting me to want to spend $20 to see how it unfolds. The key is that you know going into it how it's going to end, and we're paying to watch the minute-by-minute evolution.

But it MUST be done completely medically accurately. Which likely doesn't meet the minute criteria.


Is it supposed to written so that it can be acted out on a stage taking into accounts props/setting changes or is a hypothetical script entirely okay? I.e. a play about someone in space would lose a lot of oomph on the stage, but in short 3000-5000 words it can be good.

In the spirits of Mayans 'cuz huehuehue december 2012, I'd write a thing about some fictional city of the mayans on yucatan peninsula who never meet the spanish but hear word from it from a group of 6 people who comes to town then everybody dies from smallpox. The town kind of knew the 6 people and respected them all though.

First scene is two central characters overhearing those 6 people talking to a crowd of the mayans in the town plaza, and/or the crowd kinda half believing random stories about it, with like 4 lines that vary from rational "so people came to town so what?" to some mystic old hag to some people denying it happened.

The two characters a young male (19) with some chick of his (15) who are married or in love or whatever in attendance. It's pretty short, but the male leaves the crowd before the talk is over and kind of scoffs it off/doesn't believe it. Girl doesn't know what to think. But again, they just hear maybe a minute of dialogue and he had to go do X action. They talk about it a little bit, and maybe wonder what the world is.

Act 2 the town has begun to get infected with smallpox brought by those 6 men and there is various turmoil that happens with the two characters and their circle of close-age friends. 1 or 2 of their 10 friends are sick with smallpox, but people still kind of think the disease may be for "bad" people. Let's say ~3-4 of their friends are in agreement with the town to kill 1 particular man of the 6 men who came to town. 2 of the 6 men who came to town died of small pox already, 1 is currently sick, and the 3 healthy ones are all being accused of stuff by the mob mentality of the town. Naturally, 2 of the healthy ones shifted the blame entirely to the third healthy guy once the mobs started forming, 2:1 type of deal, so the town has a little red herring/scapegoat.

Over the course of 2-3 days in the play's setting that develops some. Again, the town kind of knew the 6 men beforehand and they respect those 3 healthy ones in particular, so they didn't kill them immediately. Now 3 of the 6 men are dead, and you have 2 of them saying "we didn't do this, it was all Joe bob here (#3 of the healthy)!". Eventually everyone is in agreement that Joe brought this plague and needs to get slaughtered.

The guy main character goes and kills the "death bringer" with his healthy male friends 'cuz they're the young healthy 19-21 year old guys. They kill that dude and are applauded. The girl wasn't there when they dragged out the death bringer to town square and killed him. The main character goes and finds her, and she is sick. End scene.

Act 3 now 6/10 of their friends are dead and girl is sick. Insert romance stuff. The girl main character with the small pox dies. 80% of the town is dead. The others of the town fled. The main character is all emotional and all, and the scene ends with him crying into his hands and then he starts freaking out because he sees the little small pox bumps in the palms of his hands that he cried into. End scene.

Play ends with some random white dudes 3 years later (spanish) who are in another town with a translator asking about information of the surrounding area. They hear that there "used to be a town" over by X, but it was destroyed by disease. Maybe the spanish scoff to each other about the primitiveness of the civilization, that they can't be internally stable like the great and glorious Spanish Empire.

the spanish literally did nothing but an entire town was wiped out, and all the characters died or are implied to have the disease.

I reserve rights though.

This is also a really interesting idea. What's the story of the last person to leave a small-pox village? But I think, again, you're not going to meet the 10 minute criterium.


Abdullah, a covert Al Qaeda operative, has moved to Chicago, IL in order to infiltrate the great satan and help mastermind the next great attack. He ends up falling in love with Jimbob, a tea party member & conservative talk radio host. They both realize their homosexuality at the same time and go on a wonderful love ride through America, learning about eachother and about love.

The play begins with the following monologue (to be recited by Abdullah):

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a neighborhood called Logan Square
In west Islamabad born and raised
In the mosque where I spent most of my days
Praying, praising Allah, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some Yankees outside of the school
When a couple of infidels, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving in with your Imam in east Logan Square"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the License plate said " اسلام آباد" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes, to the airport and into the air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Logan Square

Yes! This is exactly where the great plays come from - humanizing the other, flipping the tables, and other such cliches.
 
Sorry it took so long to respond. I liked a few of the (serious) ideas here, but I decided to go for a comedy. The plot is kind of a cliche, but my class seemed to like it.

If you want to read the whole thing, it's in the spoiler below (blocking directions are in parentheses):

Spoiler :
(GEORGE, KAITLYN and LOUIS sit around the table at center stage, studying. There are several binders and books on the table. To stage right, there is a door leading outside. To stage left, there is a door leading to the other rooms in the house. The time is about 7:00 PM. )
KAITLYN: Okay. Who was Oliver Cromwell?
LOUIS: Trick question. We didn’t study him.
KAITLYN: Yes we did.
LOUIS: ...That was a trick answer.
KAITLYN: Gutenberg. What did he do?
LOUIS: Damned if I know.
KAITLYN: Mao Zedong?
LOUIS: (pauses) I think I’ve heard that before.
KAITLYN: Jesus Christ.
LOUIS: I know who he was. (reaches for remote) Hey, I think the game’s on.
GEORGE: (heroically) No, Lou, I think we should stay on topic.
KAITLYN: Dammit, Lou, can you at least take studying seriously? I don’t want to waste my evening. You need to focus.
GEORGE: Let me ask you a question, Louis. Who was William the Conqueror?
LOUIS: He was Swedish.
GEORGE: No… (pauses)
LOUIS: (waiting for George to answer him) He didn’t conquer England in the Battle of Hastings, did he?
GEORGE: Yes, yes he did. He was the king of Normandy and conquered England in the Battle of Hastings in 10.... wait, let’s see if you remember…
LOUIS: It was 1065 or 1067, right?
GEORGE: No… It was… 1066.
(silence between the three)
LOUIS: Kaitlyn, was that your car?
KAITLYN: Was what my car?
LOUIS: I heard something.
KAITLYN: What was it?
LOUIS: …A car noise.
KAITLYN: I’ll check. (gets up and exits stage right)
LOUIS: Duke.
GEORGE: What?
LOUIS: William was the Duke of Normandy.
GEORGE: Same thing.
LOUIS: No, they’re not… Listen, I can’t give you this many hints.
GEORGE: I barely have time for studying, let alone your stupid facts you want me to memorize.
LOUIS: This was your idea, not mine. I could care less if she thinks you’re smart.
KAITLYN: (walks on from stage right) If who thinks you’re smart?
LOUIS: Our teacher. George could care less if the teacher thinks he’s smart, which he is…
GEORGE: Which I am.
LOUIS: …Because he loves history for the sake of learning.
GEORGE: Which I do.
KAITLYN: I’m glad to know that there’s someone who feels the same way.
GEORGE: Which I do.
LOUIS: He does.
KAITLYN: Why do you like history, George?
GEORGE: History is like… (looks around the room for items) A stapler.
KAITLYN: So true! It binds everything together!
GEORGE: Yes… And then you fill it back up… With staples. And I’ve always thought that history… is… like… stuff…
KAITLYN: What?
LOUIS: George thinks that history is the offspring of the curiosity and ambition of the human race… Which I think is stupid.
KAITLYN: I don’t think it’s stupid.
GEORGE: That’s pretty good, Louis.
LOUIS: It should be… Because you said it.
GEORGE: Yes. I did.
(Silence as Kaitlyn stares at the two)
KAITLYN: Let’s get back to studying.
GEORGE: Good idea.
KAITLYN: Okay, George: What was the Treaty of Ghent?
GEORGE: I think we should ask Lou that. Lou?
LOUIS: I have no idea, but I’d bet you know this because you’ve studied.
(Kaitlyn recites, as George pretends to by repeating each of her words:)
KAITLYN and GEORGE: The Treaty of Ghent was signed in Ghent, Belgium in 1814 between the British and the Americans, ending the War of 1812.
KAITLYN: (turns to George) We just said the same thing!
GEORGE: Wow, what a coincidence… That was a coincidence.
LOUIS: Wow, George, you certainly do know a lot about history. Can you tell me the aftermath of the War of 1812?
GEORGE: Well, the Treaty of Ghent, as I know by heart, was signed in 1814. After that, it was 1815. And then America was no longer at war with England.
LOUIS: Well, George, it seems as if you’ve been studying this a lot.
GEORGE: I have, Lou, but I can’t tell everything to you. You need to look it up for yourself.
KAITLYN: Good idea, George.
LOUIS: Okay. After we are done studying, I will look it up in the history book in the second pouch of my backpack. Which is in my bedroom. (pauses) And is red.
GEORGE: Okay. (awkward silence) …I need to… do… the thing… with… the stuff. (runs stage left)
KAITLYN: What was that?
LOUIS: He needs to do the thing with the stuff.
KAITLYN: What thing?
LOUIS: That’s awfully intrusive of you, Kaitlyn.
KAITLYN: God, I haven’t seen you at all this year. I don’t even think I’ve talked to you since 3rd grade. It’s amazing how much you’ve changed.
LOUIS: What do you mean?
KAITLYN: Well, in 3rd grade you were the class geek, and now you just don’t seem to care about histo–
LOUIS: I don’t care about it!
KAITLYN: I know. You were the kid who read college-level books for fun and knew all of the presidents in order. And now it’s like you’re a completely different person.
LOUIS: (desperately trying to pertain his persona) Yes. I am into spray-painting… and riding skateboards without helmets… and… bad life decisions.
KAITLYN: To be honest… I had a crush on you back in elementary school.
LOUIS: (trying to act calm) That’s cool. Bro.
KAITLYN: (sadly) I mean, not anymore. You’re not that kid you used to be.
LOUIS: No. I am not. I am certainly not!
KAITLYN: But your friend is pretty nice.
(George walks back into the room, trying to recite a line from the book)
LOUIS: (unsuccessfully holding back his anger) Yes! Yes he is! He is a goddamn genius!
GEORGE: (sits down) Oh, me? I’m not smart. I just have a fondness for knowledge, and I think that history… history is the child of creativity and success.
LOUIS: Or curiosity and ambition.
GEORGE: That too. All four of them are important. Say, Louis, do you know anything about the Indian Ocean spice trade?
LOUIS: (increasingly stubborn with his persona) Well, gee, George, I don’t.
GEORGE: (reciting, while trying to make it sound like his own words) The Indian Ocean spice trade increased Europe’s influence in Asia while resulting in the exchange of cultural customs on both ends.
KAITLYN: Isn’t that a quote from our history book?
GEORGE: Yes… I have always been fond of quoting, and, uh… We have the same history book?
KAITLYN: Well, we do have the same final.
GEORGE: Point taken.
LOUIS: Go on, George. Tell us why you love quotes so much.
GEORGE: Well, I love quoting so much, because… well, I have a quote about it: “Quoting… is how we… take the words of other people… and make them come from our mouths.”
KAITLYN: Who said that?
GEORGE: …Franklin Roosevelt.
KAITLYN: I love it!
LOUIS: Did he, now?
GEORGE: …Yes, as an expert on history, I am certain.
KAITLYN: Maybe I should look it up.
GEORGE: That’s unnecessary.
LOUIS: Yes, Kaitlyn, you can look it up. Kaitlyn, the computer is downstairs, could you please make sure that his quote is correct?
KAITLYN: Well…I could just do it on my phone.
LOUIS: The wifi’s better downstairs.
KAITLYN: (suspiciously) Okay. (exits stage left)
GEORGE: What the hell?
LOUIS: You can’t just make everything up!
GEORGE: I wouldn’t have to if you could actually help me!
LOUIS: I wouldn’t have to help you if you studied!
GEORGE: Why are you suddenly against me?
LOUIS: You’re against me.
GEORGE: What do you even mean?
LOUIS: I look like a bumbling idiot to her. And I’d be fine to help you out, make you look smart, but she loved me.
GEORGE: What do you mean, she loved you?
LOUIS: In third grade she had a crush on me. She just told me when you were doing the stuff with the thing.
GEORGE: I was reading the textbook.
LOUIS: Whatever. But the fact is, back then, I liked her too. And now she can’t stand me– even though I’m you, and you’re me.
GEORGE: So what do I do?
(Kaitlyn enters stage left)
LOUIS: (stares at George, sighs) Goddammit. (back into character, reaches for remote) Hey, I wonder if the game’s on?
GEORGE: (heroically) No, Lou, I think we should study.
KAITLYN: (sitting back down) Uh, George? That thing you said? I don’t think that’s a Roosevelt quote… I’m not really sure if it’s a quote at all.
LOUIS: George is always so humble. He came up with the quote all by himself.
GEORGE: …Yes. I did.
KAITLYN: …You could have just said so.
LOUIS: You know, George was just telling me about how the results of the Seven Years War spurred the British Industrial Revolution.
GEORGE: Of course. After the Seven Years War, the British Industrial Revolution… happened.
KAITLYN: (increasingly confused by the situation) Happened.
GEORGE: Yes.
KAITLYN: How so?
GEORGE: …Lou, you should know… Because I just told you.
LOUIS: Well, once England–
KAITLYN: Why can’t you tell me, George?
GEORGE: I ask the questions around here! And I will ask Lou a question. Lou, how did the Seventeen Years War spur the British Industrial Revolution?
LOUIS: Well, once England–
KAITLYN: Seventeen. You just said the Seventeen Years War.
GEORGE: Slip of the tongue.
KAITLYN: It was a slip of the tongue. Is that what you’re saying?
GEORGE: I ask the questions.
KAITLYN: Well let me ask you a question. What were the Punic Wars?
GEORGE: I ask the questions!
KAITLYN: Who was Empress Wu?
GEORGE: I ASK THE QUESTIONS!
KAITLYN: (standing up) Why do you get to ask all the questions? Why do you never answer them?
GEORGE: (standing up) BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!
(long silence)
LOUIS: (stands up) (rapidly) Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Adams, Jackson, Van Buren, Harrison, Tyler, Polk, Taylor, Fillmore, Pierce, Buchanan, Lincoln, Johnson, Grant, Hayes, Garfield, Arthur, Cleveland, Harrison, Cleveland, McKinley, Roosevelt, Taft, Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, and Obama.
(Silence. Kaitlyn looks at Lou while Lou nervously stands back. George has his head in his palms. Out of nowhere, Lou panickedly runs offstage right.)
(Silence)
K (looking offstage right, then turning to George): What?
GEORGE: I don’t know anything.
KAITLYN: Wait a minute. Lou’s the person who’s been helping you. He’s been making you look smart.
GEORGE: Well… I guess that… is… correct. Completely.
KAITLYN: Why?
GEORGE: Because I… helped Lou. Lou wanted to invite you over to study tonight, and he decided to make me look smart so he could look like a cool, relaxed person.
KAITLYN: Oh my god.
GEORGE: That’s what happened. He figured you liked the ‘bad’ attitude.
KAITLYN: No! I don’t! Goddammit, he’s probably gone home by now.
GEORGE: This is his home.
KAITLYN: He just ran away?
GEORGE: He’ll come back. He usually does.
KAITLYN: I’m not waiting. (runs off stage right)
(Lou sits at his chair, contemplating. He is initially saddened, but eventually decides that the whole thing was for the better. Finally:)
GEORGE: (reaches for remote) I wonder if the game’s on.
(Curtain)
 
Hey, I know I haven't posted here in a while, but I'm supposed to come up with a 10-page paper for my Directing and Playwriting class, and I've run short of ideas. Does anyone have an idea that they would want to write a play around, but don't know how to? I'll post the script afterwards. By the way, I don't want you to write the scene, just give me some ideas. Thanks!
The guy tries to create a pony tulpa but instead he invoke Abraxas which initiate the hero into the joys of gnosticism.
 
Wait, what?

Spoiler :
Also I'm pretty sure the word 'pony' has been banned in this forum.

You and e'ery-pony should go all ghosty and rant about the tyranny of the evil liberal CFC state.

Also, I think I knew a "George and Louis" pair or two back in high school.
 
That was pretty good, Save_Ferris. I like that you extended the history theme to the characters.
 
Wait, what?
The idea is to show a path of profane who delved into the world of hidden and occult by incident but found his true will. To show how one moves from The Fool to The Magus. Let him start from obvious step - trying to create a pony tulpa i.e. imaginary pony friend. We do not expect him (well or her for that matter) to know anything about hermetism or inner alchemy of course.

He starts from small. Visualizing, meditating etc. Not sure how better is to show this in the actual play, maybe dress some people as half-finished tulpae. But it turns out that his delving into the depth of his psyche leads to invoking Abraxas the Gnostic god who unite within itself both Feminine and Masculine, Right and Left, Past and Future, Time and Space, Macrocosm and Microcosm. Abraxas ignites the inner fire of the protagonist's soul and thus the former profane becomes an adept starting his life-long quest to the fulfilling of the Great Work.

Well, that's roughly the whole idea.
 
Awesome, very funny stuff. :lol:
 
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