CONTEST: Write your own play | The Weeping Bride by @joshuelmari
I've written flash fiction stories, quotations, and poetry since high school and during my university years, but despite my friends' and literature teachers'/professors' pleas, I've never written a play. This is my first attempt and I have to squeeze my thoughts to make it through.
- Drapes Open...
Scene 1: I, as the main character, sleeping on my bed in deep slumber.
It was early in the morning when I awoke to the sound of everyone rushing up and down the stairs. I looked at the time on my alarm clock. Even though it's just 3 a.m., everyone appears to be quite busy? I tried to straighten up by squinting my eyes. I'm trying to remember what day it is...OH MY GOD! It's the day of my wedding! But I'm still drowsy and exhausted...
I'm standing outside the church, waiting for the door to open so I can begin walking down the aisle. I heard music playing, but it wasn't a wedding song; instead, it was a spine-chilling melody. I'm heading down the aisle, sweating profusely, anxious, shaking, and feverish! Why did I get this strange sense, I wondered? It's the day of my wedding, and I should be overjoyed. What is going on with me? As I begin to march, I am blinded by the darkness of the cathedral! I hear people talking behind my back, but I can't see them. It's pitch black inside! The shadows on the pews are all I can see. The altar is well-lit, and flowers have been placed in a wreath of white orchids! I'm at a loss for words as to what's going on. I'm marching on when I discover that the bridal gown I'm wearing is black! .... I started screaming, screaming, screaming...until I woke up - I screamed and sobbed...
- Draw The Curtain...
- Drapes Open...
Scene 2: Enter - Hairstylist, Makeup Artist and after dressing up, Father knocks at the door. after the chit-chat, went out of the room and hop-in into the bridal car. and off to church...
My hairstylist, makeup artist, and couturier arrived in my room to help me get ready. My wedding dress showed off my curvaceous body, and the simple makeup complimented my smooth and silky skin. My hairdo complemented my delicate features, and my wedding dress complemented my smooth and silky skin. Dad knocks at my door. As he approached and looked at me, he smiled and said: "You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen (next to my Mom of course!)". I tip-toed, hugged, and kissed him. "Thanks, Dad, and you are the most handsome Dad I ever knew". Dad escorted me out of the room and into the bridal car. He kissed me on the cheek, and the bridal car sped away to the church, where the guests were eagerly anticipating my arrival.
- Drapes Open...
Scene 3: Outside the church, the car, park. I and the Maid-Of-Honor inside the bridal car. While talking, I fainted...
My lovely Maid-of-Honor arrives and joins me in the bridal vehicle. I took her hand in mine, and it was as extremely cold as ice. I inquired as to what was wrong with her. Her face had become pale, and she trembled. She started crying as I cradled her chin in my palms. I was trembling with terror, and my heart was pounding like a drum, and I couldn't breathe...
- Draw The Curtain...
- Drapes Open...
Scene 4: At the hospital room with the bride's father, mother, the groom's mother, and father...
When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed. My father stood at my bedside, holding my hand. Mom was in tears... I inquired as to what had occurred, and my gaze strayed in search of Daniel (my groom). Daniel's mother sat on my bed, hugging and crying. Even when she cries, she maintains her elegant posture. A lovely and tiny lady...
"Will anyone tell me where Daniel is?" Everyone in the room was silent, and I could only hear their sobs. Daniel's father breaks the silence and approaches me..."Honey, Daniel was killed in a car accident on his way to church...he is GONE"...
I broke down and cried, and I became short of breath...
THE END
- Draw The Curtain.
I hope my play or skit entertained you.
Thanks to @belenguerra, @writingnreviews & @fendit for an adorable contest!