Every time it's about to rain, I think of you.This is a letter without an envelope, a letter that will never be sent, and even if it were sent, there would be no mailbox to deliver it to. Just written to an old friend.Play Count: 98 [F4A] Rest with meAlthough there are still many places that I am not satisfied with, I am not sure how to adjust them. I will leave the first piece as it is for now.Play Count: 5 [F4A] Rest with meAlthough there are still many places that I am not satisfied with, I am not sure how to adjust them. I will leave the first piece as it is for now.Play Count: 91 [F4A] Do You Remember?[A4A] Do You Remember? [Script Fill] [Narrative] [Monologue] [Confession] [Mourning Our Connection] [I Miss You] [Sadness] [Grief] [Bittersweet] [Longing] [Yearning] [Heartfelt] [Emotional] [Vulnerable] [Insecure] [Introspective] [Reflective] [SFW] [Short]
Writer - Mipha13 https://www.reddit.com/r/pillowtalkaudio/comments/1lnfib8/a4a_do_you_remember_script_offer_narrative/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_buttonPlay Count: 130 The Invisible Red StringSummary - Some things are better left unsaid.
A beautiful and concise narrative text. I liked it so much that I tried reading it aloud.
Here is the script link : https://scriptbin.works/s/cyy4kPlay Count: 129 To Lindsay - Allen GinsbergVachel, the stars are out
dusk has fallen on the Colorado road
a car crawls slowly across the plain
In the dim light the radio blares its jazz
the heartbroken salesman lights another cigarette
In another city 27 years ago
I see your shadow on the wall
You’re sitting in your suspenders on the bed
The shadow hand lifts up a pistol to your head
Your shade falls over on the floorPlay Count: 144 SUMMER - Robert Walser# **SUMMER**
In summer we eat green beans,
peaches, cherries and melons.
In every sense nice and long
the days form a sound.
Trains travel through the country,
flags flap merrily on rooftops.
How nice it is in a boat
surrounded by gradual heights.
The high peaks still wear snow,
flowers give fragrance. On the lake
you can spend all your time
singing and being happy.
I don’t know what it is that makes me rich,
you lie in the grass and read a book
and from everywhere you hear
the pointless gnats, buzzing flies.
*Robert Walser*Play Count: 190