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    dots Submission Name: Heroin Highdots

    Author: in shadow
    ASL Info:    22/F/ nightmares
    Elite Ratio:    3.58 - 581/277/103
    Words: 1368
    Class/Type: Misc/Serious
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       this is the Scene HIGH from my currently untitled Documentary play on heroin addiction. in the end it will be my 20 page midterm for Play Writing Genres and Styles class .

    if you don't know what documentary theater is, i suggest reading or going to see or looking up on youtube.com the Leremy Project. basically like standard film documentaries they report on something, but it becomes the playwright's challenge to take something, some event, or case, or issue and make it into a compelling piece of theater.

    The only real rule for documentary theater is all the characters must exist in the real world (with the exception of say a narrator or something of the like) and all the lines of dialogue must have been said by the speaker

    in my case i'm using compilation characters.

    X and Y represent heroin addicts. all of their lines are direct quotes from different addicts.

    ADDICT's lines are all from Sixx AM lyrics.

    the lights come up on a split stage. The upper section is set like a rundown apartment, while the lower level is set up more like therapy session, with comfy couches. if you have any question or need clarifications i'll be happy to help you out.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsHeroin Highdots

    Scene 3 High

    SiXx A.Mís Girl with Golden Eyes plays Heroin walks in, she is both beautiful and grotesque, she sits with the addict and whispers in his ear. They talk intimately and become very close and kiss passionately. She moves and sits on the ground in front of him, takes out a paint brush and paints his eyes black and cheeks sallow. She kisses him again and leaves. he slumps into down and stares off. Music changes to Pink Floydís Comfortably Numb main lights dim as pale colored lights swing languidly across the stage. X and Y sit in over stuffed lounge chairs down stage right. A woman in a white coat sits silently in plastic chair nearby with a clipboard and a pen. She records what X and Y say.


    Itís like going back into the womb, becoming in utero again. Like a blanket of warmth. I became completely at ease. I was like this is it this was for me. This is what I wanted to do all the time. I couldnít understand why everyone wasnít doing it.


    My heart became detached from all human love; it was totally in love with heroin and how it treated me. It caressed my soul with gentle floods of warmth in an ecstatic union of love. I would run after it like honey, as one runs after the person one loves. It took all of my attention and I gave it the best years of my life.


    The cold wash of anesthesia hit me it swept over me, a wave that started rushing across my face to my head, running down my neck to my chest, crashing into a warm golden explosion in my stomach, my groin, a sensation beyond the peak of orgasm and relief of nausea, as every muscle in my body relaxed, every sense unwinding.


    Thereís no one telling you what a fuck up you are, or screaming at you for stealing their money. Or about grades, or mortgage nothing


    Unburdened of the crushing weight of pain I never even knew that I had: the rush, the wave, death, heaven, completion. For hours and hours. The hit. Sensual ultimatum


    Like being wrapped in a warm blanket, itís an emotional painkiller.


    It also produces a euphoria that is unlike any other pleasure I have ever experienced

    Warm red and yellow lights fade in the music gets softer, X and Yís speech gets progressively more mellow and sleepy almost. The woman in the chair is completely oblivious to any changes. X and Y sink into their chairs.


    Everything fades away. You feel like nothing can touch you.


    A state of Nirvana


    You forget everything thatís wrong in your life.


    I loved the feeling. It was the warm, secure, and even loving feeling I had been searching for my entire life.


    A slice of heaven, It's so good. Don't even try it once


    Everything melts away, nothing matters.

    The main lights dim even more, now the only lights left are the dull red-ish glow and the swinging lights. There is a long pause. The woman in the chair looks up from her pad and taps it several times, gets up and paces then sits back down as X starts to speak again.

    You know that feeling between being asleep and away when everything is slipping around and you just want to sink into your pillow? Thatís what it feels like.


    You drift away from all the pain.

    All the sound seems to fall away except for a gentle hum, Heroine moves to cradle the addict in her arms. X and Y stare off into space. Heroin moves down stage to caress the faces of X and Y but is unable to hold them. She returns to the addict who welcomes her into his arms. The woman in the white coats moves to check X and Yís breathing and vital signs. She moves back to her chair. Addict sits up for a moment.


    At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster.

    Fade to black

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      Great job describing the euphoric feelings of heroine(the drug) it is rather a great representation of how addictive it is and how extremely dangerous at the same time. It is intense but good, but may I ask what your purpose behind writing this is?
    | Posted on 2009-03-16 00:00:00 | by Doublefeather | [ Reply to This ]

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