This is a story I did in the form of a play about three men in a room: Oscar, Charles, and Dave. They’re trying to complete a task but according to Charles, it’s being done wrong.
First Initials – READ HERE
For anyone that’s wondering, SPOILER WARNING:
This is a story about mental illness. I deal with one of my own and so this story is a personal one of mine, taken from personal experience of sorts. Without spoiling much, Charles’ negativity is something I know very well and deal with daily. I made this as a way of expressing some of the stuff I had been going through and attempting to find a way to best explain it to someone who’s never felt something like this. Hope you all enjoy this short, albeit dark, story.