A BAD DAY AT THE FUNLAND FACTORY SCRIPT by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
A BAD DAY AT THE FUNLAND FACTORY SCRIPT
(Once START GAME is selected, the screen slowly fades to black. Suddenly, as if a TV is turned on, lighting up the screen as the theme music plays. An ad for FUN LAND Amusement Park begins to play, introducing the various characters.) Female Narrator: (Everything the narrator says is plastered in big yellow font against a purple background.) Hello, boys and girls! Come on down to FUN LAND, where fun is state-of-the-art! (Children cheer as the video image of FUN LAND appears, slowly zooming in towards it.) Female Narrator: (Cut back to the purple background and yellow font.) Come see all your favorite characters, like Harrison Hare! Harrison Hare: (A cartoon version of Harrison Hare, an anthropomorphic purple rabbit character dressed as an Elvis impersonator, appears on the screen. He poses like the singer as she speaks, moving in an exaggerated cartoon manner.) Well, thank ya! Thank ya very much! Female Narrator: (Cut back to the purple background and yellow
Whispering Secrets by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
Whispering Secrets
Whispering secrets beauty Whispering secrets Reality I don't like them to see That everything is meant to be Whispering secrets saying things I don't really want to hear Sometimes I ignore my feelings Sometimes I ignore fear Whispering secrets a melody So sweet and serene Whispering secrets a tragedy Whispering secrets very mean Whispering secrets are words They sometimes want to heal Whispering secrets it hurts Because them I deeply feel Whispering secrets before my door Whispering secrets forever more Whispering secrets stole the key Whispering secrets inside of me They have answers I hate They have answers I create Whispering secrets once more Whispering secrets are the cure The cure to the right reason I see Whispering secrets tell me That everything is made to be Or are whispering secrets just reality? The reality I daily every time do hear? The reality that make me really fear? The reality that give me another tear? Whispering secrets I hold them so dear... { Jill }