Writers Sock
Skits
[Scene: A desk. A writer. Too much caffeine. Not enough logic.]
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SCENE: A WRITER’S ROOM.
The wall glares. The
writer glares back. The tension is beige.
ANDY:
(staring at wall, muttering)
Nothing’s landing. Ideas circling like a flock of sea bulls…
LAPTOP:
Stuck, are we?
SFX:
BASS GUITAR RIFF. COFFEE MUG VIBRATES.
COFFEE MUG:
(aggressively mellow)
Yeah, I
know what you mean…
NARRATOR (optional):
The mug is
wearing a Cannibal Corpse T-shirt and tuning a bass guitar.
ANDY:
I am a bit.
SFX:
GENTLE SPOON WHITTLING.
NARRATOR:
The laptop is carving wood with a
teaspoon.
SFX:
KETTLE WHISTLES. MIC CHECK.
KETTLE:
Testing, one-two. One-twoooo…
SFX:
LOUD THUD. DICTIONARY SITS UP.
DICTIONARY:
(exasperated)
For bloody hell’s
sake! There’s all this mad stuff going on around you, and you can’t
think of something to write?
SFX:
PERPLONK. FOLLOWED BY FERLUD.
ANDY:
(firmly)
Right.
SFX:
KEYBOARD CLACK.
ANDY:
(Typing)
Lost For Words: A Tale of
Writer’s Sock.