Here is a collection of original short stories, plays, and poems written by yours truly. Scroll down to read older posts.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes." My name is Liberty Shea. I was born Cape Cod, MA but I live with my foster mother, Marie Campbell in Boston. I lived with her since I was 12 because that was when my mother, Alison Brendon, died from "Cirrhosis of the liver", for those of you who don't know it basically means she drunk herself to death. I never met my father.
"And you're sure you don't want me to come?"
"Yes." I've been looking for him though. I've been looking for him ever since I turned eighteen. I simply wanted to know who I am. I want to know whose smile I have, whose temper, strength, weakness, bold-faced arrogance, and funny if not sometimes strange sense of humor I have. How far did the apple fall from the tree? I wanted, for the first time in my life, to have some sense of from where and whom I came from. I wanted to tell him everything he may have wondered about me all these years. I wanted him to know me and for me to know him. And after ten months of searching and two months away from my nineteenth birthday, I've finally found a match. Jonathan Shea of Albany, NY is my father, I'm sure. I think. I hope.
"Are you really sure? Because I could go with you. I mean I know you said you needed to do this alone but if you want me to I could go with you. If you want. Do you want me to." The spaz on my right, who rushed that whole sentence out in one single breath, is Elizabeth Harris. She is my best friend and the only person in the entire universe who is allowed to call me Libby.
"Beth, please this is just one of things I need to do alone. So, and I say this with the utmost love and respect, you need to either shut-up or wait in the car.
"Okay. I understand I'll be quiet." She zipped up the imaginary zipper on her lips, locked them shut, and threw away the imaginary key. A common gesture where Beth is concerned. It was also what signaled me to ring the door bell. I was never this nervous before. Even though I've been thinking about meeting him for months I've never realized until this very moment how this life altering decision I made will affect both Jonathan Shea and myself. It could be equal or beyond any joy, a meeting such as this is bound to stir unimaginable memories of pain for my biological father and never before realized fears in me. However, it is a risk I am willing to take, and he should be willing to take as well. Of course with every decision made there is no absolute conclusion. There is no guarantee that either party will find what they had hoped for, or what logic had prepared them for but he has to be happy to see me right? Maybe I should have called, you know, made a little warning of my sudden appearance after over eighteen years. I slowly but surely stretched my hand over to ring the door bell when, "But I'm coming with you." I turned back to Beth and glowered at her having the distinct desire to yell obscenities at her. She looked apologetic. "Sorry." I reached for the door bell again. I ringed it once and stepped back from the porch. I could feel my heart beat faster and my skin heat up. Absolute panic exploded through out my body as time seemed to move slower than it ever had and I could see the door knob turn. The door opened but not to reveal an older man but a young girl who couldn't be older than ten years old. Not what I expected. She held the door protectively being careful not to show an inch below her chest. What was this? I turned to Beth to see her reaction she looked at me with a little shock over her face but it quickly disappeared when the girl asked,
"Who are you?"
"Hello. My name is Liberty. um, Is Jonathan Shea home?" I replied purposely leaving my last name out. Why I did that I don't know and I never did find out. Before the little girl could answer I heard a voice in behind the door. The door was pulled back to reveal yet another female only this one was older, about early 40's, blonde hair, and blue eyes that contrasted with my dark brown hair and green eyes. Definitely not what I expected.
"May I help you?" She asked politely even though I tell she wasn't happy to be having guests.
"Is Jonathan Shea here?" I asked moving my head to the side trying to take a peak in the household.
"May I ask who is asking for him?" Isn't it obvious that I am.
"Liberty, He doesn't know me but I'm," I was cut off.
"An old friend." Beth took a step forward to stand beside me. She pointed to me and back to herself. "We're old friends of his and we've traveled far, we were hoping to speak to him." The blonde lady looked hesitant but opened the door and ushered us in.
"Jonathan, Sweetheart, please come downstairs, you have guests." I felt a tug at my sleeve and looked down. The little girl from before looked back up at me.
"Your a friend of daddy's?" She asked me and I wanted to died. I had been replaced. I just hoped he would still have room in his life for me. I could hear the creak of the stairs and looked up. I could see a man. Jonathan Shea had brown hair mixed with gray. He trudged down the stair. Would he recognize me? That was a stupid question , of course he wouldn't, he has never met me. I looked down at the little girl again. She was still waiting for an answer.
"Yes."
"Kathryn, introduce our guests to me." He smiled toward us and I panicked a bit.
"I thought you said you were friends." Kathryn aka the blonde lady accused. I stood there with my mouth open like a fish out of water.
"We haven't seen you in a while Jonathan, We met when we were much younger--in Massachusetts." Beth said Jonathan Shea, my father, looked confused and then shocked and then nervous.
"Honey," He turned to Kathryn. "May I speak to these girls alone." Kathryn looked at us as if we invaded her personal space, if we had come onto her turf and as if we were going to steal what she had already taken from me.I could tell she was about to refuse to leave the room but instead she grabbed her daughter's hand and walked out of the room.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Jonathan asked. I figured Beth might answer so I didn't say anything. But after a few moments of awkward silence I spoke up.
"My name is Liberty Shea, I'm Alison Brendon's daughter and I'm your daughter too." I said. Jonathan didn't say anything but Beth didn't say anything.
"Libby, I'm gonna leave you two alone and go back to the hotel, Call me if you need a ride, okay." I nodded my head and Beth left. Jonathan pointed to the living room.
"Maybe we should sit down." I walked over and sat down. I was ready to meet my father.
~*~
Beth had been sitting on one of the hotel beds flicking through the channels of the television when there was a banging on the door. She pressed the power button on the remote and the TV flickered off. She rolled of the bed and headed for the door and when she opened it, it reviled Liberty standing there. Her eyes were red and and puffy and face was streaked with tears.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Beth asked and threw her arms over her best friend. This caused Liberty to cry harder but she didn't say anything. Beth took that as a sign that Liberty need to rest. She ushered her in and sat her down on the bed. "What happened with Jonathan? What did he say? Because if he isn't your dad, we can keep looking, he is out there somewhere..." Liberty shook her head.
"Jonathan is my father." She told Beth. Beth was a little confused.
"Then what, I mean did he say," Before she could get her answer out, Liberty interrupted.
"He said, I was just a mistake." Liberty said in between cries. "That my mom got pregnant so he would stay with her. " Beth, as such as she cried, couldn't get the look of shock off her face. "and he said that I was nothing more than a mistake." Beth didn't have any words in response; so she just hugged her hoping it would make her feel better. But Beth knew nothing she said or did could take away the pain of knowing that the last family you had, never wanted you in the first place.
Act 1, Scene 1
Narrator: It was a cloudless, undarkened, sunshiny day. This is odd because the setting of our story is in Cape Cod, Massachusetts; which is usually rainy. Our protagonist, Biff Butterscotch, an air headed teenager, and his alcoholic homeless friend, Chimpy sat on the stoop of Brewsters. Brewster's was a corner gift shop owned by Fred Fern, who at moment was being interrogated by the police.
Fred Fern: I told you; the guy came in here and shot the lady.
Police Officer 1: Do you know the woman personally?
Fred Fern: Shelia lives in 2G right above my shop.
Police Officer 1: Did he say anything or do anything prior to the shooting?
Fred Fern: No! He just came in 'here and shot her. No warning or nothing
Police Officer 2: Thank you for your cooperation, sir. If you remember anything else don't hesitate to call.
[Fred walks back inside his shop. The cops continue to talk not noticing Biff]
Police Officer 2: That was the 4th one this month.
Police Officer 1: Yeah, I know we have to find this guy.
[The cops walk away]
Biff: So, Chimpy, what do you think happened?
Chimpy: Saw the whole thing my self. I swear it. That guy went it he yelled at Mr. Fred and Ms. Shelia and shot her.
Biff: Why didn't you tell the cops, Chimpy?
Chimpy: Them cops didn't never ask me.
[Chimpy takes a swing from a bottle in a paper bag]
Biff: Maybe if you didn't drink that stuff you wouldn't be living on this stoop.
[Chimpy turned to Biff, paused and then answered]
Chimpy: Maybe
[Chimpy get up off the stoop and walks away leaving Biff on the stoop]
Act 1, Scene 2
[Biff enters his home]
Biff: Mom! I'm home
[Biff sets his backpack on the kitchen table where his mother is sitting and crying, a box of Kleenex tissue beside her]
Biff: Mom, are you feeling any better?
[Liz, Biff's mother nods her head vigorously; she takes a tissue from the box, wipes her eye and blows her nose]
Narrator: Liz, Biff's Mother had been very distressed ever since the death of her husband, Burt Butterscotch. She would do anything to talk to him just one more time. Anything.
Liz: Yes, I'm feeling better especially because I talked to Becky Zaney and she said she would give a free reading.
Narrator: Becky Zaney is Liz's blind next-door neighbor and the local psychic. Supposedly speaks the spirit world.
Biff: Oh, when are you going?
Liz: Now and you're coming with me. I don't want to go by myself.
Act 1, Scene 3
[In Becky's apartment. The walls are beige but covered in black scarves thumb tacked to the walls. The room has orange Christmas lights draped over the black scarf and lit candles of all colors on every table. Becky sat in a colorful dress and a small table in the middle of the room and a crystal ball in front of her. Liz walks toward the table and sits down.]
Liz: Hello Becky. Thank you so much for inviting me. Do you really think you can connect with my Burt?
[Biff walks around, slowly, before taking a seat next to his mother.}
Becky: I am certain
Liz: And there would be no cost of course?
Becky: I am certain
Liz: Oh, thank you Becky! I owe you. You don't know how much this means to me.
Becky: I am certain.
[Becky starts to wave her hands over the crystal ball and she murmurs words that aren't in English. Liz and Biff watch as a cloud of mist settles around them]
Becky: The spirit is with us.
[Liz looks around for her husband; no one is visible]
Liz: Where is he? Where is my Burt?
Becky: I only see a letter. The letter 'S'.
Liz: S?
Becky: Yes, the letter S
Liz: The letter 'S'? Are you sure?
Becky: I am certain.
[Liz starts to cry]
Becky: Wait I am seeing something else.
[Liz leans forward]
Becky: I see a number and another letter. The number 2 and the letter G.
[Liz shakes her head]
Liz: 2G?
Becky: I am certain.
[Liz weeps into her handkerchief]
Biff: That sounds familiar.
[Liz looks up quickly]
Biff: The lady, who lives in 2G, was shot at Brewster's.
Liz: Shelia?
Biff: I am certain.
Becky: The spirit speaks. She says...
[Biff leans closer to Becky to hear]
Becky: Innocent
Biff: Innocent? Are you sure?
Becky: I am certain
Biff: Innocent? That's it?
Becky: She is showing me a gun.
Biff: She was shot
Becky: No, the gun doesn't have bullets.
Biff: Oh.
Liz: What about my husband?
Becky: I can't choose who crosses over. I'm sorry for your loss but your husband spirit is settled, wherever it is.
Liz: Are you sure you cant contact him?
Becky: I am certain.
Act 1, Scene 4
Narrator: The next day, like everyday, Biff walked to Brewster's to sit on the stoop. but when he got there he saw something he didn't expect.
[A woman is leaning over the counter. She has Fred by the collar. She has a gun in her hand and it's pointed at Fred's head]
Biff: Hey!
[Biff runs and jumps on the woman from behind. She accidentally drops her gun. Biff and the woman struggle while Fred runs out from behind the counter and rushes to pick up the gun.]
Fred: I'll shoot!
[Biff puts his hands up, while the woman stands there, arms crossed against her chest.]
Fred: Put your hands up or I'll shoot!
Woman: I dare you.
Fred: I warned you!
[Biff throws himself to the floor, arms covering his head. The woman continues to stand there not moving. Fred pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. Fred looks at the gun confused and tries to shoot the gun again. Nothing happens yet again.]
Fred: They're all blank?
Woman: There are no bullets you idiot!
[Biff takes his arms off of his head and looks around cautiously before slowly getting up.]
Fred: I knew that I was just making sure that you knew that I would do anything to protect this store.
Woman: Oh yeah I knew you meant business it takes a lot of guts to shoot a lady to protect your store with an unloaded gun.
[Biff crawls on his hands and knees before standing up and fixing his hat.]
Biff: I wasn't scared
[The woman rolls her eyes.]
Woman: Give me my damn gun
Fred: Why should I do that after you came in here threatening me?
Woman: Because I have another gun, that isn't unloaded.
[Fred puts his hands up untimely dropping the gun on the floor]
Fred: Don't shoot lady!
[The woman reaches over, and picks up the gun.]
Woman: My name is not lady; I have a name its Germaine.
Fred: What do you?
Germaine: I want to know what really happened when Sheila was shot. Every single detail you can remember and not the bullshit that you told the cops.
Fred: I told the cops everything I know!
Biff: You're lying! You told the cops that the guy came in shot Shelia and left but he was talking to both you and Shelia before he shot her.
Fred: You don't know what you're talking about kid!
Biff: I'm not a kid!
[Fred advances toward Biff but Germaine grabs Fred and pulls him back.]
Germaine: Kid, you're coming with me.
Biff: I'm not a kid!
[Germaine grabs Biff and yanks him outside]
Act 2, Scene 1
{Germaine and Biff are in an apartment]
Biff: Hey Lady! Why are we in Shelia's Apartment?
Germaine: Kid, my name is not Lady, its Germaine. Shelia was my brother's girlfriend.
Narrator: Germaine is the street-smart sister of Bob. She sells guns to foreign countries and he is a very dangerous gang-toting gangster, who happened to fall in love with Ms. Shelia Silverton.
Germaine: My brother has been convicted for Shelia's murder because of his not so shiny and clean track record. Do you have any more questions? No! Good! Now tell me what you saw.
Biff: I didn't see anything!
Germaine: Don't lie to me. You knew a lot of information in Fred's shop. Tell me what you saw!
Biff: I didn't see anything. I swear! Chimpy was the one who told me everything. I knew!
[Germaine yelled in frustration before throwing herself on the couch.]
Germaine: Who is Chimpy?
Biff: The dude who sits in front of Fred's shop.
Germaine: The homeless drunkard?
Biff: Yeah.
[Chimpy is sitting on the stoop in front of Brewster's. He takes a sip from his paper bag while whistling an unrecognizable tune. Biff and Germaine run toward Chimpy.]
Biff: Hey Chimpy! We need to ask you some questions.
Chimpy: Okay
Biff: Do you remember when Shelia got shot and you told me you saw everything?
Chimpy: Yep!
Biff: We need you to tell us everything you remember.
Chimpy: It's hard for me to remember every little thing.
Germaine: Please try to remember Chumpy
Biff: Chimpy
Germaine: Chimpy. Do you remember what he said? What he looked like?
Chimpy: He came into Brewsters. He yelled, "Where is Shelia?" Then Fred pointed to Miss
Shelia. The man shot her and ran out.
Germaine: Did he say anything else? Can you remember what he looked like?
Chimpy: I can't remember what he looked like but I do remember he said "Sorry"
Biff: He said sorry?
Chimoy: Yeah after he shot Miss Shelia he said "Sorry".
Germaine: That's it?
Chimpy: Yep
[Chimpy took a sip from his paper bag and walked away. Once again he whistled that unrecognizable tune.]
Germaine: How am I going to prove my brother is innocent with "sorry"?
Biff: I think I know who can help us.
Act 2, Scene 3
[Biff and Germaine are in Becky's Apartment]
Becky: Ahh Biff! What may I help you with?
Biff: How did you know it was me?
Becky: I was certain.
Biff: Germaine here would like to talk to Shelia.
Becky: Is that so?
Germaine: Yes, it is.
Becky: Then follow me.
[Biff and Germaine follow Becky and sit down at the small table. Becky starts to wave her hands over the crystal ball and she murmurs words that aren't in English. Germaine and Biff watch as a cloud of mist settles around them]
Becky: The spirit is with us.
Germaine: Can you ask Shelia who killed her?
Becky: She said you could find all your answers at her home.
Germaine: Her killer, it wasn't…
[Germaine hesitates, afraid to ask the question]
Germaine: …Bob, was it?
Becky: She says, he is innocent of her death.
[Germaine sighs out of relief]
Biff: Anything else?
Becky: No, the spirit has moved on.
[Germaine and Biff are searching the apartment; opening closing and rummaging through draws. Germaine throws her arms up in frustration]
Germaine: There is nothing here.
[Biff picks up a pile of letter and flips through them. He stops at one and drops the rest on the floor.]
Biff: Hey!
Germaine: What?
Biff: It's a clue. It's a letter to some guy named Charlie Albom.
[Germaine reads it aloud]
Germaine:
Charlie Albom,
I'm sorry but the feelings you have for me aren't mutual. I'm in love with my boyfriend, Bob. We hope to be married someday. You have to stop coming to my job and leaving me flowers or I'll be forced to...
Biff: Forced to what?
Germaine: Nothing it stops there. We have to find this Charlie Albom.
Biff: How are we going to find him?
[Biff and Germaine are in front of a house. Germaine is banging on the door, hard with both her fists.]
Germaine: Charlie! Open up!
Biff: How did you know where Charlie lives?
Germaine: I checked the yellow pages.
Biff: Oh.
[A man walks by he stops as he sees Germaine yelling]
Man: You're looking for Charlie?
Biff & Germaine: Yeah.
Man: He is at work.
Biff & Germaine: Where does he work?
Man: At the bank.
[Biff and Germaine are in a line; they reach the front where a male teller greets them]
Male Teller: Hello how may I help you today?
Germaine: I'm looking for a Charlie Albom.
Male Teller: I am Charlie Albom.
Germaine: We need to have a little chat.
[Germaine pulls out the gun from before and points it at Charlie's head. All the people at the bank including Biff see the gun and scream. People immediately throw themselves on the floor with their arms covering their heads.]
Charlie: Any money you want you can have it.
Germaine: I don't want any money. I want some answers and if you don't answer them completely and absolutely hundred percent true I will not hesitate to blow your head off! Understand!?
[Charlie nods his head vigorously. Germaine put the gun closer to Charlie's face]
Germaine: I asked you, if you understood.
Charlie: Yes! Yes! I understand!
Germaine: Good. Now first question: Did you know Shelia Silverton?
Charlie: Who?
[Germaine pulls the trigger. The bullet fires out about 2 inches away from Charlie's head. No one notices one of the other bank tellers calling 911]
Germaine: I don't like to repeat myself. I said completely honest answers! I won't miss next time.
Charlie: Yes! Yes, I knew Shelia.
Germaine: So you also know she was murdered didn't you?
Charlie: It was in the paper.
Germaine: In the paper, right; so you also know her boyfriend, Bob, my brother is falsely being convicted of her murder.
Charlie: Yes!
[The police sirens could be heard in the distance. They were getting closer every second.]
Germaine: You know this because it was you, right? You got mad. Shelia loved my brother and not you so you decided to kill her, didn't you?
[Charlie is in tears. The police parade into the bank with their guns and bulletproof shields.]
Germaine: You followed her home from her work. The same work that you had sent flowers to every single day and you watched her walk into Brewster's. She walked into that store and never came out because you shot her, didn't you Charlie!? You shot Shelia Silverton because you were jealous. Didn't you, Charlie? Didn't you!?
[Charlie throws him self to the floor]
Charlie: Yes! Yes! I did it! I shot Shelia and I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!
[Germaine lowers her arm; the gun points to the floor. Biff takes his arms off his head and looks around nervously and cautiously before slowly getting up.]
Police: Put your hands up!
[Germaine throws the gun to the floor and puts her hand behind her head. Biff does the same as a cop slaps hands cuffs on Charlie and leads him out. A police officer walks over to Biff and Germaine.]
Police Officer 1: We need you two to come down to the station to answer a few questions.
[Biff and Germaine are in the police station talking to Police Officer 1]
Germaine: I have a license to own that gun.
Policeofficer 1: A license to own the gun. Not a license to hold up a bank with said gun for your personal vendetta.
Germaine: Whatever. Now that you have your bad guy, my brother gets out, right?
Police Officer 1: I'm sorry to say but no, he doesn't.
Germaine: Why?
Police Officer 1: Your brother, Bob has been convicted of three other murders.
[Police Officer 1 walks away]
Biff: Well, that sucks!
Narrator: In conclusion, Germaine stayed in the Police Station for further questioning. Charlie went to jail for murdering Shelia. Bob went to jail for murdering three other people. Liz, who still had the box of Kleenex in her hands, had to pick up Biff from the police station. Shelia moved onto the afterlife where she met Burt Butterscotch; they reminisced about life on earth and their bad choices in life partners. After Shelia's death, Brewster's got a lot of publicity and Fred became a millionaire. Becky's apartment had caught fire due to the dozens of lit candles, flammable scarves and her blindness. Now she lives in Cleveland, Ohio where she is a dog whisperer. Oh and Chumpy, I mean Chimpy is still the homeless drunk who sits on the stoop. So basically they all lived happily ever after.
The End
I lost my breadcrumbs on my way to meet you
Your apperence secreted your intentions
You swallowed me like honey
Your lies disguised as truths
How could I be your sugar bride?
Sugar brides die first
Die slowly
Die lonely
Because of their gum dropping husbands and
their sweetly soured mistresses
I don't need the chains and shackles to remind me
that I am a prisoner inside this gingerbread house
Plump miniature fingers grip at the hem of my reddest red dress
So, not out of will
but of obligation, I stay
In the simmering pot
of sweet salt water