Melissa Changes Everything

Melissa Changes Everything

Melissa Changes Everything

Melissa always thought she didn’t matter, just a speck of dust in the universe. She tried to convince herself otherwise, repeating the mantra: “I am important, I am loved, I matter, and I have fun!” She set an alarm on her teal blue iPhone 14 for 9:00 AM every morning. The “Dollop” ringtone had an upbeat tempo she thought would help.

Melissa tried not to feel sorry for herself. She tried therapy, journaling, meditation, and even cocaine—anything to lift her spirits. Despite having moments of fun and joy in her life, she could never fully silence the nagging thought that she didn’t matter.

When Melissa turned fifty—a milestone she had dreaded more than most things—everything truly began to fall apart. She was diagnosed with a devastating, terminal disease. Her genetic report came back showing several pathological mutations, prompting her doctors to run even more tests.

The results were grim: she was at high risk for pneumothorax and renal cancer, with cysts riddled throughout her body. Her strength was whittling away like a ship lost in the fog. To make matters worse, her follow-up MRI flagged a suspicion of cancer.

How could this all happen at once? And why now, in her fiftieth year?

Melissa was despondent. Tears came and went without warning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the universe’s way of telling her there wasn’t enough room for her anymore. She sat with the weight of it all, trying to make sense of the chaos.

Melissa didn’t want to be a sob story. She didn’t want others to feel sorry for her. So, she distracted herself by turning on the TV.

It was the news. Ronald Drumf and Felon Tusk had rigged the recent election, and democracy was crumbling.

She stared in disbelief as the United States, now barely united, fell into the grip of fascism and oligarchy—a pattern repeating across the globe. Terror washed over her. What could she possibly do?

Then, a wry smile crept across her face. She mattered! She was falling apart, and so was democracy.

“Thank you, universe!” she shouted.

The world wasn’t able to function without her, so it fell into the hands of evil. She realized, in that moment, she was responsible for saving the world—saving democracy itself.

Melissa was determined to heal, to get better. She immersed herself in therapies and self-help classes, convinced that saving herself would save the U.S. and the Earth. The power of the mind, she decided, was a valuable weapon.

Weeks of relentless positivity began to yield results. She started seeing glimmers of hope. An underground coalition of more than 100,000 federal workers, lawmakers, judges, and citizens was fighting back.

Her doctors were astounded. Her body was healing. Melissa knew she mattered, and she made every moment count.

“I’ve heard of miracles, but I’ve never really seen one,” her doctor said, studying the computer screen in front of them. “Not that I’m calling this a miracle. I am, after all, aware of the placebo effect. Look here—your nerves have revived, and your cysts have disappeared. But how are you feeling, Melissa?”

Melissa smiled and lifted herself slightly, pressing her hands against the chair. “I am important, I am loved, I matter, and I have fun!” she declared.

Then she looked at the doctor for approval—but quickly looked away. She didn’t need his approval. She already had the answers within her.

The doctor smiled back. “That’s great, Melissa. Well, we should still keep a close eye on things. I’ll order some labs, and we’ll follow up in eight weeks.”

“Great, thanks, Dr. Kevorkian,” Melissa replied, her voice light. She couldn’t wait to get home for her 4:00 PM alarm: “People love me, people learn from me, people love helping me.”

As she left the small office, the television in the lobby blared with breaking news.

“Breaking news!” the newscaster announced. “Countries worldwide have been working together and have finally arrested the authoritarian leaders. They are being tried at The Hague for war crimes and treason.”

Under the Full Moon

Under the Full Moon

Under the Full Moon

Act I, Scene One

SET: A living room adorned with new-age details.

AT RISE: WENDY and LUCY sit on floor cushions with cups of tea.

LUCY 

(Smiling serenely, she takes a sip of tea) I manifested it all, Wendy: the dream job, money, inner peace.

WENDY 

(Doubtfully, shrugging or shaking her head.) Wow, Lucy, I wouldn’t even know where to start. I could never do any of that.

LUCY 

(Reaching her hand across the table and placing it on WENDY’s)

Don’t be silly, Wendy. It takes practice, determination, and ritual.

WENDY

(Evoking fear or skepticism of the word ritual) Ritual? What do you mean?

LUCY 

(Gesturing, confident) Well, you can do a daily ritual of a little prayer or meditation and making a mantra. (LUCY takes a sip of herbal tea, her bracelets jingle.)

WENDY 

(Liking the idea of a mantra) Ha, a mantra, I could do that!

LUCY 

(Leans in conspiratorially) But, if you really want some monumental shifts, then you should come to one of the full moon rituals we have in the Metanoia woods.

WENDY 

(WENDY reacts with fear and curiosity.) Woods? At night? Are you kidding me? No way!

LUCY 

(Laugh genuinely at WENDY’s fears, but with a hint of understanding.) You don’t like the woods? They’re full of magic.

WENDY 

That’s what I’m afraid of.

LUCY

You’re afraid of magic?

WENDY 

The woods are full of bears, coyotes, and strangers with bad intentions.

LUCY 

(Laughs again and takes a deep breath.) Oh, Wendy you are overwrought with fears. The animals won’t harm you; the magic protects you. Here (placing the crystal in WENDY’s hand), take this crystal and put it underneath your pillow at night. Better yet, put it outside at night and have it cleansed by the moon.

WENDY 

(Beat. Examining the crystal, skeptical of its power.) A crystal’s going to help me? (Beat) Do they help you?

LUCY 

(Reassuringly) Of course, all the time. They all have different meanings.

WENDY 

(Curious, skeptical) Is that how you stay so calm?

LUCY 

(Laughs, all knowingly) It’s taken a long time. I’ve worked hard through ritual, meditation, and Qigong (chi gong). I used to be a bundle of nerves like you.

WENDY 

(Paranoid, Self-consciously) Why? Do I come across like that? (Beat) I just thought I was extra cautious. Maybe I could use a little help.

LUCY 

(Eagerly and excitedly, she can’t wait to introduce WENDY to the next level.) 

Wendy, you have to come to the next full moon ritual—it’s tomorrow night! We are celebrating the Mourning Moon. (Beat) See? The Universe is leading you there. You’ll meet me at the parking lot on the corner of Hope and Fear Streets at 11:00. It will take us 20 minutes to hike through the woods to the ritual spot. Bring a light source— and an extra layer of clothing, although there will be a bonfire, and most importantly, bring something to (emph.) cleanse your thirst.

WENDY 

Late at night? Deep into the woods? What if something happens? Who will hear our screams?

LUCY 

Oh, Wendy, we’ll be fine. I’ve been leading these ceremonies for years. Nobody has ever been harmed (she reaches her hand out reassuringly). Here, I’ll do some Reiki on you right now.

(She raises her arms up.)

WENDY 

(Gesturing LUCY to stop Reiki) No, thank you, Lucy. I actually like my anxiety. It keeps me alert and aware of any danger. If I relax, I won’t be prepared. I could be taken by surprise.

LUCY 

I understand. That’s who you are. It’s in the stars. I’m not trying to change you. I’m just trying to help you.

WENDY 

Thanks. So, not that I’m going, but what are these full moon rituals like, anyway? 

LUCY 

I’m so glad you asked! There’s singing, dancing, the moon’s energy washing over us… It’s pure magic, Wendy.

WENDY 

I don’t know, Lucy… It sounds amazing, but what if something happens?

LUCY 

Don’t worry, Wendy, I will help you. Meet me tomorrow night. Don’t be late!

WENDY 

(Beat, thinking about it, then) OK, I will be there.

BLACKOUT

 

ACT I, SCENE TWO

SET: A parking lot on the edge of the woods. Street signs say Hope and Fear.

AT RISE: WENDY enters the scene with exaggerated caution, scanning her surroundings. She stands in the parking lot, her eyes wide with apprehension. She clutches her backpack, which bulges with supplies. She checks her watch nervously.

A WOLF emerges from the shadows, its movements deliberate and silent. It stops a few feet away from Wendy, its yellow eyes fixed on her.

WOLF  

What’s in the bag? 

(Its voice is low and resonant, vibrating through WENDY’s bones. It examines the bulging backpack. LUCY whirls around, heart pounding. Gasping, she fumbles for her knife in her backpack, but her hands are shaking too badly to grip it.)

WENDY

 Who…who…who are you? Stay back!

WOLF 

(Circling her slowly, keeping its gaze on her.)

You know, if I wanted to attack you, you wouldn’t be able to pull that knife off your pack. My sharp teeth would sink into you before you blink. (Beat. Generously) Of course, I only want to help you. What are you doing in the woods so late, under the Mourning Moon? 

WENDY

(Voice trembling) I…I…I came to meet my friend. We’re…we’re…we’re going to a ritual.

WOLF 

(The WOLF  stops circling her and tilts its head slightly.) A ritual?

WENDY 

(Her fear mingles with a strange sense of curiosity).  Um, yes. 

WOLF 

A ritual of change. Of transformation. Of shedding the old skin and embracing the new.

WENDY 

How did you know that?

WOLF 

The Metanoia Woods whisper their secrets to those who listen. They know your fears, your doubts, your deepest desires.

WENDY 

(Tears well up in her eyes) Uh…I’m not going in there! I’m not ready for that. I’m scared.

WOLF

(Nudges her gently with its snout.) The only way out is through. Embrace the fear, Wendy. Let it guide you to your true self.

WENDY 

How did you know my name? 

WOLF

(Deflecting) What’s in the bag?

WENDY 

(Proudly) A can of beans, trail mix, a charcoal water filter, toilet paper, batteries, a blanket, a first aid kit, and my cell phone.

 

WOLF 

(Impressed) You sound prepared.

 

WENDY 

(Relaxing her posture and tone.) I am always prepared. You can never be too careful. Admittedly, I don’t actually know what I could do to protect myself from a wolf attack. Honestly, I didn’t think it would really happen around here. 

 

WOLF

(With a sly grin) Don’t worry, I won’t bite you.

 

WENDY

 (Skeptical, brave, but still guarded.) That hardly helps me feel safe. You could be tricking me. I’ve read the stories. What kind of wolf are you? (Beat) Oh, I forgot. I have a garlic bulb in my bag, too. (Beat) And a gun with a silver bullet.

 

WOLF

 (Guiding, teaching)  First, garlic is for vampires, and I’m not a werewolf.

 

WENDY 

How do I know? You’re talking, after all.

 

WOLF 

Ah, that’s true. I guess you wouldn’t know. (Beat, curiously) Show me your gun.

 

WENDY 

Uh…I only pull it out on special occasions. Like, when I come to the woods late at night…with a full moon…and a wolf shows up. I might be about to make this a special occasion.

 

WOLF 

Ah, yes, a full moon is always special. (Laughing) It’s true, the moon does rile me up.. It’s the Mourning moon tonight, the last full moon before the winter solstice.

 

WENDY 

(She reaches her hand behind her toward her bag.)How do you know the solstice?

 

WOLF 

All animals know about the solstices and the changing seasons. Food will be scarce soon. It’s time to fatten up. (He licks his chops.)

 

WENDY 

(She takes two steps back slowly, finally grasping the knife.)  

That sounds like a threat.

 

WOLF 

(Introspectively) No, I’m just a little lonely. I lost my wolfpack a while ago. They said I was too much a free thinker and a dreamer. I hated them always telling me what to do, where to go, what to kill. You know, those little bunnies are cute. I mean, I always ate them, but I just liked watching them first. Those wolves were on a kill-and-go schedule. It was too efficient for me.

 

WENDY 

(Sadly) Poor bunnies.

WOLF 

So, now I hunt on my own schedule. A wolf’s got to eat after all. And I wander the woods, resting on the river’s edge watching, taking the world in. I’ve done a lot of self-discovery at the edge of the river. I’ve pondered the earth, moon, and stars. You know, the stars have conflict just like we do here.

WENDY 

I don’t know much about stars, but I like looking at them.

WOLF 

There’s a field in the woods where I stare at the sky. I fall asleep watching them.

WENDY 

That sounds nice.

WOLF 

(Pointing to Mars with a sense of shared wonder.) Look, you can see Mars just left of the moon.

WENDY 

(Express a mix of awe and wonder when looking at Mars) Whoa, that’s cool.

(She puts her backpack down.)

WOLF 

It’s a rare occurrence.

WENDY 

(Confide in WOLF with a sense of vulnerability.) I always wondered if I should spend more time with the stars. I get so caught up in the day-to-day. Worrying about this, fretting about that. Stuck in a job I hate. Worrying, none of my friends actually like me. I need a new beginning. That’s why I came here tonight. I don’t know if I believe in this stuff but my friend Lucy swears by it.

WOLF 

A full moon is more about endings than new beginnings. It is a time to let go. What can you let go of?

WENDY 

(Confessing) Ha! I have a laundry list of things to let go of.

WOLF 

(WOLF’s tail flicks and it smiles earnestly)

Then let go, and start a new path. Once you follow your true path, your issues will melt away. You can start big or small. I guess it depends on how strong you feel.

WENDY 

(Bemused) Strong is not an attribute I use for myself.

WOLF 

I can help you. You can visit me anytime.

I—

(Suddenly WOLF stops talking and quickly moves into the shadows as LUCY enters the parking lot interrupting the conversation.)

WENDY 

(Toward WOLF) Wait! We weren’t finished!

LUCY 

Weren’t finished with what?

(She looks around, wondering what WENDY is talking about.)

WENDY

 (Quietly to herself) How will I find him?

LUCY 

Who? What are you talking about, Wendy? Are you talking to someone?

(She looks back and forth between WENDY and the empty space where the WOLF was, feigning confusion and suspicion.)

WENDY  

(Looking all around.) Where did he go? 

LUCY 

Who? Who are you talking about? Wendy, you seem different. What did I miss?

WENDY 

(Focusing back on LUCY, but still looking around) Oh nothing. Nothing, it’s nothing.

LUCY 

(Expressing excitement about the ritual, trying to refocus Wendy’s attention.) 

OK, if you say so. Anyway, I am SOOOO glad you’re here. This night is going to be full of magic. I can just sense it’s going to be a new start for you.

WENDY 

(Eager to find WOLF) I’m actually excited. Hurry, let’s go in.

LUCY 

(Happily surprised) Good! Then this promises to be a good night. Let’s get going.

BLACKOUT

END OF PLAY

Author’s Note: This ten-minute play invites the audience to ponder the thin line between fear and transformation, drawing from Wendy’s unexpected encounter under the mystical Mourning Moon. The piece hints at a larger world of rituals, personal discovery, and the unknown, leaving it open for interpretation or future exploration.

A Tangle of Keys and Kisses

A Tangle of Keys and Kisses

A Tangle of Keys and Kisses

This experimental triptych presents three short stories intertwined through variations of the same core sentences. Each tale shifts in tone and perspective, weaving together humor, competition, and absurd drama while remaining anchored by shared pivotal moments.

Story One

Trixie climbed to the top of the dome and screamed, “I found the key!” Jan and Bill cheered; now they would be able to get into the storage room to get the tools they needed. Susan was mad. She didn’t want Jan and Bill to compete; she knew it would be a bad idea. Still, Trixie climbed down from the top of the dome, walked over to Jan and Bill, and said, “Good luck. May the best person win. And whoever wins gets to take me to bed.”

Jan and Bill looked at each other and smirked. Jan licked her lips, and Bill tapped his feet in a little dance. Suddenly, Susan squirted Sam’s hot dog with red, juicy ketchup. Sam looked at Susan, astonished at her audacity.

“What are you doing, Susan? I always put the relish on first, then the onions, then the mustard, and then the ketchup!”

Susan blushed. “Sorry, Sam. I got a little excited once I realized we are going to do this thing. I haven’t had such an exciting event since the last time Dick Clark did the New Year’s countdown.”

Everyone walked over to the racetrack, and Jan and Bill ran through the finish line at the exact same time. It made history, and everyone would talk about it for years.


Story Two

Jan and Bill ran through the finish line at the exact same time. It made history, and everyone would talk about it for years. Susan looked at Sam and said, “What do you think they’ll do? Will Trixie have to sleep with them both?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess they’ll have to decide that.”

Susan rolled her eyes at Sam. He never committed to anything.

Trixie walked over to the dome. She climbed to the top and screamed, “I found the key!”

Everyone looked up at Trixie and gasped.

“Trixie, get down from there! Throw away the key, and don’t let them find it. You’re asking for trouble,” shouted Susan.

She started frantically packing hot dogs into their buns and placing them in a line on a plate. She searched for the ketchup bottle, finally finding it on the ground. Picking it up, she wiped off the dirt. Suddenly, Susan squirted Sam’s hot dog with red, juicy ketchup.


Story Three

Suddenly, Susan squirted Sam’s hot dog with red, juicy ketchup. Sam looked at Susan intently, picked up the mustard bottle, and squirted Susan’s hot dog with golden, spicy mustard.

Susan laughed. “Oh, Sam. You do make me smile. I love the way you squirt my hot dog with mustard. Hey, should we take our hot dogs into the house and find a bedroom?” She winked at Sam.

He threw down his hot dog, grabbed Susan, and kissed her, right in front of Jan and Bill.

Jan and Bill could not believe their spouses were smooching in front of everyone. They ran through the finish line at the exact same time. It made history, and everyone would talk about it for years.

Susan and Sam snuck off to the bedroom and locked the door. Jan and Bill stopped celebrating and got everyone’s attention.

Everyone started looking for the key. They searched high and low, far and wide.

Trixie climbed to the top of the dome and screamed, “I found the key!”

Everyone cheered, and Bill ran over to Trixie. “Throw it down!” he said.

Trixie tossed the key to Bill.

“You’re not going to do anything crazy, are you?” she asked.

“I’m going to kill them. They humiliated me.”

Bill ran toward the house with the key, and Jan ran after him, jumping on his back and sending him to the ground.

“Bill, I can’t let you do this. You’ll regret it.”

“Get off me, Jan!” Bill shouted, struggling beneath her.

Trixie ran over with a shovel and hit Bill over the head. He passed out—or died.

“Shit, is he dead?” Trixie asked.

“God, I hope not, Trix. Why’d you do that?” Jan asked.

Trixie replied, “Because I’m pregnant with Bill’s baby, and he said he wasn’t going to leave Susan for me.”