The Elevator — (Dialogue)

NOTE — Back in one of my seminars during my first year of university, we were set the task of writing something small using only dialogue. This is the piece I came up with. All you really need to know is that there are only two characters and the lines alternate. Other than that, enjoy!


Ow. Move over a little.”

“Why do I have to move over? Why can’t you?”

“Because I’m not stepping on your toes, you’re stepping on mine.”

“Well if you would just move your fat feet out of my way then I wouldn’t accidentally step on them.”

“There is nothing accidental about it. Now move over there.”

“Over there? Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“If you want more space you go over there.”

“He’s dead, he’s not going to bite.”

“He stinks but by all means… Be my guest.”

I told you to move.”

“And I said no.”

“Look, you’re the idiot that decided to go against the plan.”

“What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“Not kill him while the elevator is stuck between floors.”

“Well then let’s go up through the escape hatch, climb to the floor above, open up the doors, and get out of here.”

“Wow, Einstein, why didn’t I think of that? Oh right. Because there’s probably people on the floors above and below us trying to figure out what the hell happened.”

“Don’t give me that look. The alarms were not my job.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Where is your friend by the way?”

“How the hell should I know? I’m in here with you!”

“Probably halfway to fucking Mexico by now. You better hope he didn’t screw up with the security cameras either.”

“He didn’t screw it up.”

“You’d best hope so because I swear to God, if we end up in prison, you and I are done. You’ll be on your own inside.”

“Fuck off, this whole thing was your plan.”

“I just wanted to rob the guy.”

“In the end, we agreed that killing him would be part of the plan.”

“Yeah, after we robbed him not before. Now if we do make it out of here we get to go home empty-handed.”

“Well, we did a good thing for humanity so I personally say it’s a win either way.”

“Oh, right, so now we’re a pair of vigilantes.”


– Danielle T. Murray

A Girl Walks Alone at Night — (Poem)

NOTE — so I’m in the middle of rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I’m on season 4 currently) and I felt inspired to write this little poem!


a girl walks alone at night
while others say she has no right,
there’s very little you can say
that will make her change her ways.

some have tried
but were all denied.
she’s ready to fight
and nothing can match her might.

she’s strong,
and never wrong.
the demons attack
but she sends them back.

the monsters fall,
and the girl grows tall.
she continues to walk alone at night
while others still say she has no right.

 

– Danielle T. Murray

She — (Poem)

NOTE — I actually wrote this for my innovative class during my second year of University. We were practicing the cut-up technique and this was one of the first things I put together. For this particular piece, I actually used quotes from the Poldark book series, from what I remember it was primarily from: “Ross Poldark“, “Demelza“, and “Jeremy Poldark.


Even with,
and cheerless days,
he stared at her and had suddenly,
and at last,
reached his choice.

Perhaps she would not come on
before Wednesday morning to intrude.

On Sunday she prayed that she would never
meet me at the time.

She did not speak,
but I thought,
usually,
only about half of that.

The letter, on green note paper,
had been sealed with an emergency.
Hackles up and reaching
for his knife,
nothing is really worth that.
I knew it was deceiving you,
but I am told that off
and smile
and follow the rest.

It was the lonely but
I couldn’t fight it,
watching it
Travelled over her dusty dress.
Colleagues are still about.
I talk with them sometimes.
See if I can get some sense into him.
“I understand you did some clever operation on her.”

 

– Danielle T. Murray

The Prince — (Short Story)

NOTE — I first wrote this back in my first year of University (2014/2015). It was just a little something to take to one of my workshops so I thought I would put it to some use and post it here.


Tommy sits on the floor and plays with all of his toys. The Knights come in and out, fighting off the Monsters that threaten to attack little Tommy. Sometimes the Monsters would get through though and Tommy wouldn’t be allowed to play for a little while. This happened quite frequently but when it did the Maidens would come in. They would sit with him, read stories and play little games. Every so often the Queen and even the King would come to see Tommy but when the Monsters attacked they weren’t allowed to stay for very long.

Tommy continues to play with his toys as the Knights and Maidens walk by his room in the castle tower. He watches them with intent as he happily and dramatically moves his toys around, creating voices for each of them. He’s so captivated in what he’s doing until a voice breaks through.

“What are you doing down there, Mister?”

As Tommy looks towards the Queen’s voice the illusion is shattered. Everything falls away and Tommy is no longer in the secret room of the castle’s tower. Instead, he is in a hospital room. The Queen – his mother – picks him up and sets him on the bed. She tucks him in a little and makes sure none of his wires or tubes are crossed. As a Knight walks in he turns into a Doctor and a couple of Maidens turn into nurses.

Tommy’s toys are picked from the ground and placed in his lap: a Queen, a King, a couple of Knights (one of them, Tommy’s favourite, has a white horse), three Maidens, and an army of Monsters. His parents had given them to Tommy when he had gotten sick. Now Tommy plays with them all the time. He can’t see his Monsters and he doesn’t really understand them (he’s only five you see) but he knows that he’s like the Prince from his stories and no matter how sick the Prince gets there’s always someone there for him.

— Danielle T. Murray