Story by Lady Black
The show at Theatre Spectaculation ensued with murder, blood and gore. The actors bowed and then sat down into chairs that had been placed behind them.
The stage and the actors were thrown into seizures as the electricity coursed through their bodies. After three minutes of the Friday night fry, smoke emanated from their lifeless bodies. The director, Thomas the Tintalator emerged and snarled, “a little pain for a little production, a little death for the day and the ultimate show is created.”
Story by Lady Black of Hope, Truth and Light. She’s been writing poetry since she was 15. Lady moved onto music, scriptwriting and now fiction. She’s not stopping there, with a t-shirt company, singing career and rock band in the works. Check out her blog at mentalhealthrecovery.home.blog
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Little Fears 
I think I’ve just given up any idea of becoming an actor!
Great story. Well done both.
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It’s not an ideal carer.
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Loved it!
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Thanks again, Kristen.
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Well, this has done nothing to help my cynophobia. Although, the director (I assume that’s him) does have very good taste in hats.
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Oh man, I’ve done a teeny bit of real life stage work and I’ve run a theatre in Second Life for 10 years. Boy howdy, I’ve a few deaths on stage, haha.
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I cut my eye teeth on theatre and I have to say this little vignette is wonderful.
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Heh, it’s a good story alright for anyone who’s died on stage haha.
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Your sense of humour is wonderful!
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