DystopiaNoir

Lights up on a blank white stage. A woman is sitting in a chair, front and center. Her eyes are wild, her hair a wreck, and her clothing needs to be either entirely black (for a modern, clinical look) or bizarre (for the crazy look.) During her monologue, she can glance about, muscle spasms kind of thing, or just noticing something and reacting abruptly. She can interject a "OH MY GOD" and then sit, trembling, for a few seconds, before continuing her monologue from the point she left off, wherever she feels most comfortable. JANE DOE: I used to be as happy and sane as you. I started to notice them when I was a young woman. Perhaps I was stil

If you asked me to, I would climb up to the stars and cut the silk-spun light and bring it to you for a gown, weave it into your hair and make you as beautiful as the gods, but you will not ask me to. If you asked me to, I would gather the four winds in my left fist and the thunderstorms in  my right, and we would ride them like the noble steeds they are, the chargers of the world, and see every place and learn every name, but you will not ask me to. If you asked me to, I would take your lifespark, the part of you that makes you you and lock it in a chest under a bed in a cave inside a mountain, protected by the fierces

Int. Bedroom Sam is asleep. His alarm clock blares loudly. His eyes open a little, sees the time, and gets up, grumbling. He grabs his laptop from the desk and opens up the internet. His home page is BBC or Yahoo News. His eyes widen as he scans the different header articles: Libya, Japan, gay rights issues, abortion issues, political corruption, et cetera. He sighs and closes his laptop, looking depressed. Ext. Office building roof Sam goes out to the roof of a building and just sits staring at the people passing by below, kicking his feet on the wall, thinking. River, his best friend, finds him there (presumably) hours later. RIVER Yo