I made this short play to submit to a writing contest. Though I haven't heard from them yet, I'd like to hear the buzz it makes on NG. If someones up for it, I'm gonna run this like it's under a CC license. You can make it into whatever you want, just tell me beforehand. Please leave constructive criticism, comments, praise, whatever!
The Scarecrew: Told in Four Acts
Hiero: a scarecrow with a tattered red and black jacket, black boots, and a bowler hat
Symbi: a scarecrow with a denim shirt, dirty sneakers, and a straw hat
Quanta: a scarecrow in an ancient, well-worn white shirt, cowboy boots, and a Panama hat
The Man: a man in denim coveralls, with no shoes, and a white t-shirt
As the scene opens, the Three Scarecrows are tied onto three individual crosses in an empty field. The Man is nowhere to be seen. The Scarecrew appears to be 20 years of age. The summer sky is clear and without clouds. It won't rain today. A conversation between the Scarecrew can be heard all around; it is all-encompassing, filling every nook and cranny with sound.
Hiero: Look, all I'm saying is that we can't just keep staying here.
Symbi: He's right. It's hard enough to keep away the crows.
Quanta: Well, if we actually used my ideas, maybe we could prove our worth to The Man.
Symbi: All I know is that we have to work together.
Hiero: We are nothing without The Man!
Quanta: The Man is nothing but a hindrance to us.
Hiero: We've already been out here for half a day; we must wait for The Man to come to us.
Symbi: There's nothing for us to do here. We are doomed.
[A long pause begins. It lasts for about two or so minutes. Symbi starts crying.]
Hiero: [to Quanta] Now look what you've done, you fat idiot.
Quanta: [to Hiero] This is not my fault; it's his own.
[Symbi sobs harder.]
Quanta: [to no one at all] We have to put our faith in science. This is the only way that we can truly scare the crows.
[Symbi is still sobbing.]
Hiero: [to no one at all] Look, the way I see it, is that if The Man put us here to scare crows, he would have given us the tools to do it.
Symbi [now quiet]: [to no one at all] We can only work together to scare the crows. That's why we're together.
Quanta: [to Symbi] That's the stupidest idea you've ever had. Our only purpose in life is to scare crows. Not to form relationships.
Hiero: [to Symbi] That was a terrible idea, Symbi. We are only here to please The Man.
Symbi: [to both] No, we are only here to meet people and be together.
Symbi: Maybe we should kill ourselves.
Symbi: We'd just have to loosen our ropes and fall down. Life ends as soon as we are off these crosses. [Quanta and Hiero look at each other, with confusion.] All of our troubles will be over.
Hiero and Quanta: Maybe.
Symbi: I'd need your help with it.
Quanta: Then, it's not really killing yourself, is it?
Hiero: I'm not killing anyone else.
Symbi: Even if they want to be killed?
Hiero: That's not their decision.
Quanta: I'd help you kill yourself, but I can't reach you. Hiero is in the way.
Hiero: I'm not moving.
Symbi: We must die alone then.
As the scene opens, the Scarecrew is looking away from each other. The conversation has lulled. When there are bursts of conversation, they don't talk to anyone in particular. They look about 40 or so; middle aged, at the very least. The Man can be seen far in the distance, as if he was painted into the fields far behind them. No one can actually tell if he is there or not.
Quanta: Does anyone want to hear about my idea?
Quanta: You all are so stupid. Ideas are the only way that anything can be accomplished.
Hiero: I prefer to put my faith in who put us here.
Symbi: I want to work together.
Quanta: Science. Science.
Hiero: Typical heresy.
Quanta: It was such a long time ago; do you even know for sure that The Man, of your making, exists?
Symbi: He did put us here together.
Hiero: Don't listen to Symbi, he's stupid. The Man was not made by me. He's always been for the whole of the Scarecrew's existence.
Quanta: I'm not convinced.
Hiero: But, I had a vision. I was almost awake when The Man was making me!
Quanta: This is a new story.
Symbi: Can't we just accept that we are here to work together to scare crows.
Hiero: [turning his head] Look, The Man is there!
Quanta: That's just a person. We can't even be sure it isn't just another scarecrow.
Symbi: We should shout over there to see if it will join us.
Quanta: We can't just trust in the Scarecrew, Symbi. We need something else.
Hiero: He's right. The Man.
Quanta: Science. The Man. What have you. As long as it isn't the Scarecrew.
Symbi: Then, why are we here, if not to form relationships.
Quanta, Hiero: To scare crows. That's our only purpose in life.
[pause for about 2 minutes]
Quanta: My idea is-
Quanta: If you'll just let me finish, you'll maybe find that my idea isn't all that terrible.
Hiero: I don't want to hear anything that will sway my faith.
Quanta: So you admit that science disproves The Man.
Hiero: No. Science is just a false mistress.
Quanta: What does that even mean?
Hiero: [shrugs] It just came to me.
Quanta: Science [he takes a short pause and sighs] just comes to me.
Hiero: Then you are lost. If you love only science, The Man has no time for you.
Symbi: You know, for following only The Man, Hiero, you talk an awful lot about heresy and science.
Symbi: And, Quanta, for following only science, you seem to take The Man rather seriously.
[pause, and they all look away from one another]
Quanta: My idea was to design an experiment to test which type of sound scares crows the best.
Hiero [indignant]: You didn't ask that time.
Quanta: If you ignore my asking, eventually I'll just tell you.
Symbi: Would we even need each other if we figured out which sound works better than the rest?
Quanta: If it works well enough, no. Theoretically, we could work on a shift system.
Symbi: I don't like this idea; we should have to work together.
Hiero: No, we all have to work. The Man might think us to be lazy.
Quanta [sarcastically]: But you could pray in that spare time.
Hiero: Don't say that so callously. And I don't trust any of your snake oil.
Symbi: Whatever happened to the Scarecrew?
As the scene opens, a vintage truck with clocks piled in the bed is parked near the Scarecrew. They ignore it. They look about eighty now. They are arguing so bitterly. The sun appears to be setting in the distance. The strange apparition of The Man in the background has disappeared.
Symbi: I'm getting tired.
Hiero: The day is over soon.
Quanta: Moon rise.
Hiero: Sun set.
Quanta [agitatedly]: Moon rise.
Hiero [upset]: Sun set!
Symbi [blank-faced]: Evening.
Quanta: That's the stupidest answer. Night starts when the moon rises!
Hiero: I am loath to agree, but yet I do. You are wrong, Symbi.
Symbi: You two agree on nothing except that I am wrong.
Hiero: That's because I have The Man.
Quanta: I have science. I have facts.
Symbi: You both have me, too. [pause] And each other.
Quanta: I don't really see the point in that.
Hiero: Our minds prevent us from having each other.
Symbi: The Man. Science? I'll never understand it.
Quanta: Clearly, you'll never understand science. It's beyond you.
Hiero: And The Man is beyond both of you.
Quanta: I'd die if that were the fact.
Symbi: I'd be happier dead.
Hiero: I'm not killing you.
Quanta: I can't reach.
Symbi: So I'm stuck here.
Hiero [victoriously]: Who owns the truck? You can't deny the truck's existence!
Quanta: True. But I hypothesize that there is a race above us.
Hiero: That is not The Man?
Quanta: I can't explain it. But I know they exist.
Symbi: Why isn't it just the Scarecrew anymore?
Hiero and Quanta: It never was.
Symbi: You're wrong. Remember this morning, when we were young! There was no Man.
Hiero: The Man always was.
Quanta: Or never. Science doesn't change.
Symbi: They never existed before you thought of them.
Quanta: Science is just facts.
Hiero: The Man revealed himself to me.
Quanta: Yes, but my belief is real.