Jumping To The Moon
Ash
A room, dark and mundane.
The boy is taken aback by the wonder he is witnessing from his window. He moves in closer, rubs his eyes, and gazes at the moon, he wonders.
Whoosh from the window.
He wonders, looks out window.
Immediately he is taken aback by its beauty. He moves in closer, rubs his eyes, and gazes at the moon, he wonders.
Whoosh from outside the window.
He wonders, opens the window.
Immediately he reaches out towards the moon. He can't quite reach it, he lets out a deep sigh, and gazes at the moon, he wonders.
Whoosh from the window.
He opens window again, pauses, thinks better of it, goes back towards the inside of his room, he wonders.
The boy goes back towards his bed, takes a seat, and wonders even more. The moon, he thinks, is so round and so shiny in the dark night sky. It casts a bright light through his little window and is the only light other than darkness.
He continues to wonder.
Whoosh from outside.
He wonders, gets up off of the bed, walks to the center of his room, and looks up at the ceiling, wonders.
Whoosh from outside.
The boy breathes in deeply, looks up at the ceiling again and jumps, comes back down after half a second, and lets out a deep sigh, he wonders.
Whoosh from outside.
A big heavy box slides out from under the bed. The boy wonders, looks at his tiny frail hands, and goes behind the box. He pushes with all of his miniscule might, and pushes the big box to the center of the room.
Whoosh from outside.
The boy climbs to the top of the box, looks down at the box, then up at the ceiling. He takes a deep breath and once again, jumps, but comes back down after half a second, he lets out an even deeper sigh, he wonders.
Whoosh from outside.
A slight tinkle is heard from the boy's bed. He glares at it, moves towards it, wonders.
He continues to wonder.
The boy climbs aboard the bed and immediately feels a bit more... springy.
Whoosh from outside.
He looks down at his bare little feet, then up at the ceiling, breathes in very deeply, squats down, preparing for a big jump, and then finally releases and jumps up, straight off of the bed and onto the floor. He immediately falls back upon his landing.
Whoosh from outside.
The boy lies on the floor, stares at moon.
Whoosh from outside.
He still lies on the floor, still staring, and on the brink of giving up.
Whoosh from outside.
The boy is young and his imagination is wild. He suddenly sits up and grins. He wonders.
Whoosh from outside.
The boy wipes away the tears from his eyes, he climbs aboard the bed once again, he wonders.
He continues to wonder.
The boy looks down at his little feet, wiggles around his little toes, and lets out a giggle, Then looks up at ceiling, grins, and squats down again, preparing for another big jump, and then finally releases. He jumps into the air, and then comes back down sinking into the bed.
Whoosh from outside
With a wide grin on his face, he is propelled by the springs and is launched back into the air straight out of the open window, and all the way over the city lights on his way to the moon. He wonders.
Whoosh from the moon.
He lands upon the moon, absolutely bursting with excitement. The boy looks around, wonders, and then starts to walk around in circles.
He continues wondering.
He looks around, sees nothing. Looks down, sees the moon beneath his feet. The grin on his face disappears. Looks up, finds his home, and lets out a deep sigh. He wonders.
Whoosh from earth.
He jumps one last time, flies through the darkness of space, onto the earth and straight into his room. He flies through the open window and lands in the center of his room. He smiles.
The boy walks back to his bed, climbs in and under the blankets with a nice comfy smile on his face. He lies there staring at his moonlit window, smiling, drifting off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Jumping To The Moon
Short Story"Act Without Words I" was a play written by Samuel Beckett, basically, I wrote in the same format, where there is only one member of the cast, and acts the entire play with only actions, no words. My version in particular, is just my own interpretat...
