Last year I had a one minute play performed in a festival in Noo Yawk, so here's a (borrowed) idea: a writers' self-indulgence, sorry - festival, of very short works where the only thing in common from one piece to the next is a limited number of key stroke characters [stage directions and musical annotations included]. The compendium of works would be an extraordinary clash of ideas... A play with 200 characters, anybody?

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Ah, the dry, precise and delightful McAvoy wit; who'd have thought meta-theatre was possible in so compacted a form.
Playing the Percentages

B
I’ve been thinking.

A
About?

B
Percent.

A
And?

B
Means per 100. A whole of 100 parts.

A
So?

B
Literally speaking 200% is two wholes of 100 parts. 1 doubled.

A
It’s all Greek to me.

B
The concept is. The words are French.

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Here's another one:
Attachments:
It's all gone quiet over here. Another effort:


MILLICENT

I acknowledge, sir, that I possess neither youth nor beauty.

I am, however, shamefully immoderate in my unspoken lusts.

Fulsome sonnets might be woven on the theme of my unfettered bosom.

My maidenhead craves your patronage.
Othniel, what a fine piece Millicent is! I fairly swooned in my new born intimacy with her.
La! A bodice ripper in our number. I am aflutter to see this one staged...
Cheers - do you think we could get Emma Thompson?
Why aim so low? Why not hold a fine actress from this on-line NTW community as the object of your ambition?
As always a bit late to the party but please accept the following as what I hope is the first of many. I'm afraid that the addictive quality of this task may lead to the forming of a "mini-works writers anonymous". My name's Neil Bebber. It's been 3 days since I mini-worked...


A We’ve got 200 letters

B You mean words

A No I mean letters

B It’s not enough

A It’s enough

B But

A Just tell them

B No you tell them

A We agreed

B No you agreed

A Don’t start

B Me start?

A We haven’t got time for this

B Always rules

A Just tell them

B OK, OK.
I think the Bee Gees put it best when they sang: You think that I don't even mean a single word I say. / It's only words, and words are all I have, to take
your heart away.
Nice words, Neil. But what's it called? The first three characters spell the word awe...
And another one!

***

No Peace For The Wicked.

Lights up on 1& 2.

1 shakes the hand of 2.

2 turns & 1 strangles 2.

1 drags the body of 2 off stage.

3 enters.

1 returns.

1: How many more of you are there?

3: Hundreds? Thousands?

1 shakes the hand of 3.

3 turns and 1 strangles 3.

Blackout
Keep 'em coming. It's more fun than therapy.

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