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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Tue, 21 May 2013 17:59:55 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Word 2013: 100 word plays</title><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 08:54:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright></copyright><language>en-GB</language><generator>Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com)</generator><item><title>Reflections by TOSIN</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/21/reflections-by-tosin.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195759</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>TEEGAN: How come you always sit by the window, watching people?</p>
<p>BEVERLY: You&rsquo;d be amazed&hellip; You&rsquo;d be amazed the things you can tell about people by simply watching.</p>
<p>TEEGAN: I think it&rsquo;s quite weird.</p>
<p><em>(Girl walks past the window, checks herself out in the reflection.)</em></p>
<p>TEEGAN: So&hellip; what can you tell about her??</p>
<p>BEVERLY: She&rsquo;s probably in university, she&rsquo;s not quite sure of who she is yet&hellip; I think.</p>
<p>TEEGAN: Why would you say that?</p>
<p>BEVERLY: Dunno.&nbsp; I just know.</p>
<p>TEEGAN: What?&nbsp; &lsquo;Cause she&rsquo;s always looking in the reflection?? I do that!</p>
<p>BEVERLY: I know.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195759.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Goodbye Peter by Hafsa</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/20/goodbye-peter-by-hafsa.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195888</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>Present</em></p>
<p>CHLOE: It was the last time I ever saw him and I never even said goodbye</p>
<p><em>Past</em></p>
<p>PETER: Can you read me a story?&nbsp;</p>
<p>CHLOE: What about mum?</p>
<p>PETER: She can&rsquo;t. Busy doing work.Filling in papers about my chemo.&nbsp;</p>
<p>CHLOE: You&rsquo;re lucky. You&rsquo;ve nothing worrying your little bald head.</p>
<p>PETER: Don&rsquo;t! People tease me about it at school.</p>
<p>CHLOE: Don&rsquo;t they know you have leukaemia?</p>
<p>PETER: No.</p>
<p>CHLOE: You poor thing! Tell you what, I&rsquo;ll take you to the cinema and we can watch Peter Pan together. Yeah?</p>
<p>PETER: Yipee! This isn&rsquo;t because you feel sorry for me?</p>
<p>CHLOE: Fine. I won&rsquo;t buy popcorn.</p>
<p><em>Present</em></p>
<p>CHLOE: That was it. No goodbye, no last words. Nothing.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195888.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Blue Pyjamas by Ben Ellis</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/19/blue-pyjamas-by-ben-ellis.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16248836</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>Boy in blue pyjamas stands still. Two nurses stare.</em></p>
<p><em><br /></em></p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; Can I change?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>Stillness.</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; Come on.</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Change into what?</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; My favourite colour&rsquo;s red.</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; We don&rsquo;t wear red.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>Stillness.</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Is that all?</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; Where are you hiding it?</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; Is he sleep-walking?</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hiding what?</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; The virus.</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; Viruses are everywhere.</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; But there&rsquo;s one you&rsquo;re hiding.</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; What&rsquo;s he heard?</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; Everybody&rsquo;s sick. When will you release the virus that cures us all?</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We don&rsquo;t have that.</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; But I heard you.</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Viruses can&rsquo;t cure.</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; So you have it.</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; Quiet. Come on.</p>
<p>BOY&nbsp;&nbsp; Take it out.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>Stillness.</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You wouldn&rsquo;t want that.</p>
<p>MIKE&nbsp; Give him red pyjamas.</p>
<p>JILL&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Have faith and wait.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16248836.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Final decision by SAMIA</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/18/final-decision-by-samia.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195819</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>ASHA: You can&rsquo;t be serious.</p>
<p>TEACHER 1: Nope. We&rsquo;ve spoken about it and this is our final decision.</p>
<p>ASHA: So you&rsquo;re trying to tell me that you don&rsquo;t want me any more?</p>
<p>TEACHER 1: It&rsquo;s not that we don&rsquo;t want you&hellip;</p>
<p>TEACHER 2: He just doesn&rsquo;t think it&rsquo;s the right place for you.</p>
<p>ASHA: But what do you think?&nbsp;</p>
<p>TEACHER 2: Since the beginning of year 10 you&rsquo;ve had six fights and been excluded three times.</p>
<p>ASHA: Yeah, but it&rsquo;s not my fault. I deserve another chance.</p>
<p>TEACHER 1: Don&rsquo;t you see? You&rsquo;re a &lsquo;menace&rsquo; to this school. We can&rsquo;t keep you here any longer.</p>
<p>ASHA: (<em>angrily</em>) So where else do you expect me to go?!</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195819.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Home by HAFSA</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/17/home-by-hafsa.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195794</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>(Outside a travellers&rsquo; campsite.)</em></p>
<p>1: Weirdo!&nbsp; Where am I?</p>
<p>2: Home.</p>
<p>1: Why?!</p>
<p>2: You really hate this place&hellip;</p>
<p>1: Duh!&nbsp; Gypsies are mad, weird people.&nbsp;</p>
<p>2: No, that&rsquo;s just prejudice.&nbsp;</p>
<p>1: What do you mean?</p>
<p>2: There&rsquo;s a reason for your fear.</p>
<p>1: I&rsquo;m not scared!</p>
<p>2:&nbsp; You shouldn&rsquo;t be.&nbsp; We&rsquo;re not like them.</p>
<p>1: I don&rsquo;t understand.</p>
<p>2: It&rsquo;s OK. I do.</p>
<p>1: You&rsquo;re mad, you are!</p>
<p>2: Five years ago your sister was kidnapped by gypsies.&nbsp; Although I do prefer the term traveler.</p>
<p>1: You&rsquo;re sick!</p>
<p>2: No, I just understand.</p>
<p>1: Then how did you&mdash;?</p>
<p>2: Saw it in the councilor&rsquo;s files.&nbsp; I know how you feel.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195794.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>So Where Is The End? by COREY</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/16/so-where-is-the-end-by-corey.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195859</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>1<em> (On a pedestal, feeling triumphant.)</em>: Ah ha! I knew it!&nbsp;</p>
<p>2 <em>(Circling, getting closer)</em>: It wasn&rsquo;t yours to know.</p>
<p>1: Before it came, I was never here, next it came and I stopped, I wasn&rsquo;t scared. Now it roams and I run. Didn&rsquo;t beat me.&nbsp;</p>
<p>2: So where&rsquo;s the end?</p>
<p>1: Where&rsquo;s the start?</p>
<p>2: Nutter. You&rsquo;re going round the bend. But where did it all begin?</p>
<p>1: Where?</p>
<p>2: You don&rsquo;t get it do you? You can&rsquo;t beat it if you don&rsquo;t fully know it. Look, keep running. Run forward but before the end, take a look back to where the end began.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195859.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Blame by GEORGINA</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/15/blame-by-georgina.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195875</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>(Boy and girl sit in bedroom)</em><em>&nbsp;</em></p>
<p>GIRL: Before we were together 24/7. But now we&rsquo;re nothing.&nbsp;</p>
<p>BOY: If you never did what you did, things would still be the same.&nbsp;</p>
<p>GIRL: I never done nothing! I was sticking up for myself.&nbsp;</p>
<p>BOY: So why did you do it? I loved you, did everything for you&hellip;YOU ruined our relationship.&nbsp;</p>
<p>GIRL: I ruined our relationship? Me? You know what &ndash; I don&rsquo;t need you in my life any more.&nbsp;</p>
<p>BOY: What&hellip;wait I didn&rsquo;t mean it like that.&nbsp;</p>
<p>GIRL: I know exactly what you meant. You don&rsquo;t want me in your life. You&rsquo;re nothing to me any more.&nbsp;</p>
<p>BOY: I love you.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195875.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>The Visit by Dawn King</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/14/the-visit-by-dawn-king.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16249001</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>A prison visiting room.</em></p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You know I&rsquo;m not really a TV person.</p>
<p><em>Pause. </em></p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But I&rsquo;m watching a lot. TV I mean.</p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I wrote you.</p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Do you have TV in here? Course you do.</p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why didn&rsquo;t you come?</p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Eastenders. Jersy Shore. All those...</p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Six months.</p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t even like the shows. I sort of zone out. Go blank.</p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I been waiting. Like nobody cared.</p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Some nights I want to go blank because I can&rsquo;t stop thinking about what you did.</p>
<p><em>Pause. </em></p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I need cigarettes. Can you bring me some next time?</p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Next time.</p>
<p>J:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You will come. Mum?</p>
<p><em>Pause. </em></p>
<p>N:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Marlboroughs?</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16249001.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Walking Away by ANA-BEATRIZ</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/13/walking-away-by-ana-beatriz.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195653</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>Pinetree House.</em></p>
<p>ELEKTRA: Before, I was on the streets with the Cobras, and now I have a family?!&nbsp; I&rsquo;m getting adopted.&nbsp; But I don&rsquo;t want this.&nbsp; I actually can&rsquo;t believe I am going to say this, but I like Pinetree House.</p>
<p>MIKE: But next you will have your own room and a family.</p>
<p>ELEKTRA: I already have a family &ndash; you guys.</p>
<p>MIKE: This is for the best.</p>
<p>ELEKTRA: What about us?</p>
<p>MIKE: Well, what about us&hellip;?</p>
<p><em>(Pause.)</em></p>
<p>MIKE: So, it&rsquo;s settled?&nbsp; You&rsquo;re going.</p>
<p>ELEKTRA: You don&rsquo;t care about me.</p>
<p>MIKE: It&rsquo;s better this way.&nbsp; I&rsquo;m holding you back.</p>
<p><em>Elektra leaves</em></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195653.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>The Wheel of Fate by Larissa</title><dc:creator>ICT</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/2013/5/12/the-wheel-of-fate-by-larissa.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">314556:16355190:16195902</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><em>&nbsp;A testing lab on fire. John enters with a mop.</em></p>
<p>JOHN: Oh my God! This place is gonna blow! Let&rsquo;s get out of here!&nbsp;</p>
<p>VLADIMIR: What do you know? Puh. No-one understands me.</p>
<p>JOHN: You think you have problems? All you scientists do all day is what you please! I have to clean up your crap! You don&rsquo;t know how I feel! Heck, you don&rsquo;t even care!</p>
<p>VLADIMIR: I&rsquo;m sorry but you must leave.</p>
<p><em>Vladimir closes his eyes</em></p>
<p>JOHN: You know what yeah? You&rsquo;re not even worth dying. You should stay alive and live with yourself as punishment.</p>
<p><em>The lab blows up</em></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.islingtoncommunitytheatre.com/100-word-plays/rss-comments-entry-16195902.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>