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NATURAL SHOCKS LAUREN GUNDERSON
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The permission of the copyright owner s must be obtained for any such use. It was directed by May Adrales, the set design was by Lee Savage, the costume design was by Jennifer Caprio, the lighting design was by Amith Chandrashaker, the sound design and original music were by Charles Coes and Nathan A. Roberts, and the production stage manager was Ralph Stan Lee. Pascale Armand 3. Probably 40 years old, maybe younger, maybe older. She s funny, she is smart, she thinks fast, she rambles, she is selfdeprecating.
She is feeling everything as it happens. She is trying not to lie but she always does. She is trying to survive. Resilient, hopeful, optimistic, not sorry for herself. She can be any race, from any region, with any accent. She might wear things that would make your local audience pre-judge her a frumpy sweatshirt with a big sports logo, or gaudy earrings, or too much eyeliner, or no makeup and camo shorts.
They should come to empathize with her even if they first assume they wouldn t. It s a comedy until it s not. I think this is real. This might be really happening. God it happens so quickly. Turns so quickly. The things you need to know are: This is the basement. This is where you re supposed to be.
It s way safer down here. I think? What else. The door is locked. It s a good lock. Of course what s a lock really gonna do against a natural disaster heading this way at two hundred miles an hour? That s why we re underground. We ll be fine.
Jesus I can t believe this is happening. How is this happening? But everyone always says that don t they. Not here! Not me! Well it seems it s here and it s me and it s getting very windy out there. Or maybe it s a dream? Wind outside. You have questions, good for you, we re gonna answer everything.
The tiny little window will tell you it s dusk, which it is. It s a beautiful sunset actually, but that s a lie because there s bad weather coming and it s coming fast. Like real fast, like shit. Wifi s out. Does anyone have a signal down here? By the window you can usually get one. Actually don t. You can t get help until after things like this. You re just gonna get more people hurt if you call for help now. Did I mention this is a tornado? I do that. I rush ahead.
You re like: You said disaster but didn t specify. What is the dress code? Tornado, like right out there. I want to run. Don t run. Stay here. You know my mom saw one when she was a kid. She grew up a county over. She was 5 or 6 when it touched down across the street, and man does that burn a vision into your tiny kid brain.
You believe in fairies and monsters at that age and then you wake up and see a mammoth storm outside your window, like the kind from Wizard of Oz. You know what she did?
She named it. She stared at that funnel and her little mind went Oliver. Because of course Oliver is a man, a woman would never make that much of a mess and Oliver is drilling the ground, grinding the earth below and he is coming for you. Her bedtime stories used to scare the shit out of me. Obviously they still do.
My mom. Poor woman. She did not deserve the bullshit she got handed in her life. And yet the song she sang while washing dishes every day? That song by Judy Garland where she s singing about being so happy and having no cares and hallelujah and suddenly she s all like, And here comes Judgment Day.
And if I was anywhere nearby she d kinda side-eye me on Judgment Day Angela. We were not friends. But I still make her black-walnut pound cake.
I don t eat it because it s so crumbly and dry and it what is a black walnut? I can t make it right, or it just can t be made right. But I still make it. But that recipe is the only thing I have in her handwriting. I wish I knew more of her secrets. I wish she knew mine. Listening outside Wind s down. Even looks clear out there, like every other sunset.
Nature is such a liar. Actually I have no problem with lying. Sometimes it makes things easier. What am I saying, it always makes things easier. Sometimes I ll just say something very confidently, very factual you know and then a second later I ll realize, No, Angela, that is 8.
I don t know why I do it. Little lies. So yeah, OK: door locked, window closed, stay away from the window, bunch of blankets down here, bottled water for sure, gun in the closet, I m rereading Sense and Sensibility so that s in here in case I get bored bored in a tornado, Jesus , there s a what s this?
You re not those kinda people are you. I get that. I respect that.
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The intricate dynamics of friendship are also central to Lauren Gunderson's “I and You,” which received its New England premiere in October at.
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Lauren Gunderson born February 5, is an American playwright , screenwriter , and short story author , born in Atlanta. She lives in San Francisco , where she teaches playwriting. She is married to virologist Nathan Wolfe and has 2 sons. Lauren Gunderson's works heavily focus on female figures in history, science, and literature. It was produced the following year directed by David Emmes. It is published by Samuel French, Inc. Gunderson wrote the book to the musical, Jeannette , about U.
One afternoon, Anthony arrives unexpectedly at classmate Caroline's door bearing a beat-up copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, an urgent assignment from their English teacher. Homebound due to illness, Caroline hasn't been to school in months, but she is as quick and sardonic as Anthony is athletic, sensitive, and popular. As these two let down their guards and share their secrets, this seemingly mundane poetry project unlocks a much deeper mystery that has brought them together. I and You is an ode to youth, life, love, and the strange beauty of human connectedness. Read More.
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Джабба стремительно повернулся к ВР. За пределами концентрических окружностей появились две тонкие линии. Они были похожи на сперматозоиды, стремящиеся проникнуть в неподатливую яйцеклетку. - Пора, ребята! - Джабба повернулся к директору.
Какая разница? - огрызнулся светловолосый. - Позвольте вам сразу кое-что объяснить, - сказал директор. Секунду спустя оба, залившись краской, делали доклад директору Агентства национальной безопасности. - Д-директор, - заикаясь выдавил светловолосый. - Я - агент Колиандер.
Провести романтический вечер в обществе своего главного криптографа. Сьюзан проигнорировала его вопрос и села за свой терминал. Ввела личный код, и экран тотчас ожил, показав, что Следопыт работает, хотя и не дал пока никакой информации о Северной Дакоте. Черт возьми, - подумала Сьюзан. - Почему же так долго.
Беккер посмотрел на нее внимательнее. К ней как-то не шло сквернословие - как неуместны сточные воды в хрустальном графине. Но, приглядевшись, он убедился, что она вовсе не такая изысканная особа, как ему показалось вначале. Веки припухли, глаза красные, левая рука у локтя - вся в кровоподтеках с синеватым отливом. Господи Иисусе, - подумал .
Старик вздохнул. - Очень печальная история. Одному несчастному азиату стало плохо.