Have you ever read a Shakespeare play or any play like The Crucible? For this challenge, go read a play just for fun!
My favorite types of plays from Shakespeare includes 12th Night (or what you will), Hamlet, and The Crucible. Other plays I have read include A Streetcar Named Desire and King Lear; however, I have read Romeo and Juliet and I honestly hated it. Shakespeare is a great writer and despite some flaws (cough, Romeo and Juliet), his writings are great if understood.
On a side note, observe movies as well on a screenwriting aspect. Have a good day!
Georgie, a pale-blonde young girl of fourteen and light brown eyes sat in the attic of the Nevada apartments near Las Vegas. Her long hair tied into a pony-tail as she finished dusting an old merry-go-round of a music box; sitting on a crate and idly sitting tuning the music box, watching the horses hop up and down around as Grim Grinning Ghost played on its tingling chords. A step creaked and a cloth ruffled around that attic, but Georgie had learned to ignore it because of the attic's rustic manner.
She did not see the figure approach her silently. Preoccupied with the eerie music box in that dusty room, the stranger leaned towards her and suddenly placed a hand on her shoulder; Georgie jumped! Falling almost backwards in that leap of fate, Georgie was caught by Inspector T44.
The Inspector caught her friend, laughing all the way, as she plopped Georgie down on the mildew floor. Georgie furiously got up and brushed herself off, saying to the Inspector, "Oh you are such a bas-"
"Tarts?" Inspector T44 asked, pulling out a crumbling apple-cherry tart from her trench coat pocket.
Georgie replied, indignantly, "Ha, no."
"We have a new case: Hollywood."
Despite all anger (which vanished rather rapidly as soon as that name came up), Georgie blankly stared at her friend. Inspector T44 came from a rather odd planet called Chambris and claimed how it would rain diamonds, sapphires, and topaz from the sky or rather the moon as they claim, 'shooting out tears of joy or sadness.'
Inspector T44 had orange hair in a shaggy cut at chin-length and her hair tipped off into a blue-violet or purple-like color. She also had hears--cat ears with a tail she can whip out to trip people. Once she even dressed up as a scorpion for Halloween! Cat-like eyes and somewhat furry and obviously cat-like (redundant, but true).
"What's the case?" Georgie asked.
"Our client called claiming he has been seeing the ghost of his dead wife for the past twenty years since her death."
"But what's the weird part?"
"I don't think he quite knows that he may be dead, too! The phone kept going out and I could barely hear him muttering. Plus, there may be a magic wand involved, Houdini's magic box, and an abandoned mansion which is full of ghosts. I know ghosts, trust me."
Inspector T44 turned to leave the attic, expecting Georgie to follow, but as she did, she joked to herself, "Yeah, says the cat."
Twas the night before Halloween
And all was dark
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a small bark...
So for this Halloween, write about a spooky story that is speculative (any stories that can involve science fiction, unicorns, ghosts, elves, urban legends, etc.). Here is an example story I wrote, an Urban Legend
The empty spaces and holes in Sabirah's heart pierced her more painfully that the reality of life: her older brother, the only family left in her life is dead. She sat in the pirate ship at the mercy of those wretched pirates; the ship docked at the jungle as the captain, a sun-baked man with a face scarred with wrinkles, glared with a laugh on his eyes and mouth showing his rotting teeth covered in black mold. A pistol in hand still held the smoke from its recent fire.
Sabirah knelt silently, with one hand over her mouth to conceal her incoherent sobs and the other hand on her chest to stabilize her shudders from crying. She never saw Jeffrey's golden hair and laughter to cheer her up for those days ahead (her poor brother). In the wind, Sabirah's dark, blood-black hair frankly played with the wind as she continued to quiver; despite the welcoming lights of the lanterns at that port with a jungle backdrop, Lt. Weston stood rather shocked at his fiancee, however, he could not decide to run to comfort her or not.
"Dearest?" Lt. Weston asked. "May you pardon me for leaving..."
He could not carry on that conversation for he dearly wanted to leave that forsaken ship bound for the Trouven Cove. Wreck with fury, Sabirah half-shrieked, "If that is what you wish--go, but I will have nothing else to keep my soul in joy. Go! But it will all hurt again to close your door. Go. If it pains you more to stay...only if you dare to walk away."
With the pirates kidnapping the 20-year-old when her older brother, Jeffrey, killed their ringleader, Lt. Weston ran after to save her, but maybe the rewards were not worth the effort. The handsome soldier abandoned the ship as he sought help from the Spanish port where all the civilians hid from sight. Within several minutes, the ship prepared sail to repay the debt Sabirah's brother started. For her, she had no longer that strength to carry on at that point. In that moonlight with the sea refreshing and calming the young lady, her sea-green eyes looked back at the port where Lt. Weston lay worlds away. Suddenly, in her mind she realized, 'No, I will not wait any longer for the sins of my brother, I will get out of here and return, no matter how it takes, just as long as my morals keep in tack, I will get back!'