BEAUTIFUL STRUGGLE

By

Joel R.

 

 

Characters:      SPIKE, the Rose, male, 6 years old

                        SOIL, the Mom, female, 36 years old

 

Setting:  On the ground of hell, in the deepest, darkest part.

 

Time: 4:44 p.m.

 

At Rise: The demons have just bothered SPIKE. He is talking to his Mom, SOIL. His roots are planted there.

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SPIKE

Stupid demons and stupid spirits. All they do is bully me.

 

SOIL

Why? What did they do?

 

SPIKE

(mad)

They just told me they were going to chop off my roots.

 

SOIL

Don’t worry. I will protect you as much as I can.

 

SPIKE

I don’t think you can protect me because the Devil told me he is planning to turn you and all the soil into lava at 6:66 tonight.

 

 SOIL

But why? I don’t bother no one!

 

SPIKE

I got a plan!

 

SOIL

Let me hear it because my life depends on it.

 

SPIKE

Well I want to become the Devil’s assistant but I need you to release my roots.

 

SOIL

No! I won’t let you go no where. I will never support you with this plan.

 

SPIKE

But if you don’t let go of my roots both of us will die.

 

SOIL

Well I rather die knowing that my son never became the Devil’s right hand.

 

SPIKE

Don’t you understand? My plan is to save our lives and I also want to take over hell because I’m tired of the demons and spirits messing with me.

 

SOIL

If I were to let you free and accomplish your so-called plan, what would change here in hell?

 

SPIKE

Everything will change. I will make hell better.

 

 SOIL

In a good or a bad way? Because you are an angel on the outside but deep inside you are full of evil.

 

SPIKE

Look. If I convince the Devil to give me powers I could kill him with those powers. Then I will be the ruler of hell.

 

SOIL

Kill him? Spike, I have something to tell you.

 

SPIKE

What is it, Mom?

 SOIL

The Devil is the one who killed your father.

 

SPIKE

Wait. What? How? Why?

 

SOIL

(Crying)

Well, years before you were born your father used to live down here in hell. His name was “Water the Great Fountain”.

 

SPIKE

(Surprised)

Keep going! Don’t stop.

 SOIL

Okay, be patient! Every demon and creature from here loved him and always had their attention on him, so the Devil got so mad and jealous that he decided to turn your dad into fire, so all the fire that surrounds us was once your father.

 

SPIKE

My thorns can’t process what they just heard.

 

SOIL

I know it’s hard, but the truth hurts. Everybody who saw your father when he was water felt hopeful, but now they feel lonely.

 

SPIKE

You see, Mama! If you let my roots free, I could and will avenge my father’s death.

 

SOIL

But I don’t want you to end up like your father. 

 

SPIKE

I won’t and if you support me with my plan, I will also make this place “hell” better.

 

SOIL

That sounds good because I am tired of this place and of being just soil, but Spike I don’t know if I should let you free.

 

SPIKE

But, Mama, with the power the Devil will give to me, I will be able to turn you into anything you want or give you anything you wish for.

 SOIL

Tonight, when you take over hell and have power, all I wish for is to become a spirit so I can be invisible, travel to Heaven, or just anywhere. I just want peace and freedom.

 

SPIKE

I’m sure I can grant you your wish, but will you leave me? Or will you come visit me?

 

SOIL

Of course, I will come back and visit you as much as I can (BUT), every time I come you have to turn all the fire into water in the memory of your father.

 

SPIKE

Mom, that’s a great idea! I promise I will do that but hurry up because we only got 30 minutes left.

SOIL

Alright, I will move the heavy dirt from your roots and I will push you up as hard as I can until you are no longer planted.

 

SPIKE

I can feel you pushing my roots and letting them free. I also can see myself getting bigger.

 

(Dirt starts to move).

 

SPIKE

(Excited)

I’m going right now!

 

(Part of SOIL is stuck to his roots).

 

(Spike throws all his thorns at the Devil’s head).

 SPIKE

It worked! I could feel the Devil’s power moving into me.

 

SOIL

Spike! I’m flying! I’m finally a spirit.

 

(Spike becomes the new ruler of hell).

 

THE END

 

 

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