He’s hurting. He’s never felt so hurt before. Thankfully she’s there to comfort him. Though not exactly the one who he’d like to comfort him, she’s already gone, but she will do. She props him up on her shoulder, her arm winding around his back. She’s waited for forever to be the one to help him, to lift him up when he needed it. This is her chance to, she’s hoping she doesn’t mess it up.
Comedy is more than a trade, it is an art. To bring a smile to someone’s face, to get a laugh- it’s a beautiful thing. Makes the world a little brighter, I think. And in times like these, that’s what we need most…
I use props, myself. Whatever I see, perhaps a newspaper, or a flower, I must find a way to make it into an instrument of joy. Any item could be used to make someone laugh. All it takes is a little creativity, and you could find a quality to poke fun at.
But sometimes you’d have to stoop to some self-depreciating humor with some items. Like rotten tomatoes. The crowd might laugh if one is splattered on you. But hey, you made them laugh…
“Props to you, Major Sullivan. That was an awesome display of leadership and ingenuity. I can’t remember the last time I saw such as display of raw power.”
I give free things to people who act in plays. They need props so I provide them. My name is Daniel Stevenson and I donate things to actors in need. Just call me Mr. Nice-Guy.
I Peeked Through the Curtain
And Saw the Audience.
My Stomach Seemed to Drop
At the Amount of People That Were There,
But My Heart Seemed to Drop
At the Sight of the Two Empty Seats
Up Front
The Seats That I Had Reserved For Them.
The Room Went Dark,
A Single Spotlight was Turned On.
I Took a Deep Breath
And Stepped Into the Light
Feeling Utterly
Alone.
Alive and kicking away the traces of last night, the props and wrack Thomas’ wake, I glanced out the window and the day filtered in. The sun was rising behind the trees, birds were calling to each other from the shadows. The leaves on the wet grass looked like shards of broken glass reflecting the light.
The props were placed on the side table, ready for their big moment. None of them knew which order they would be called upon, but they waited with anticipation. Could this be the break they were waiting for?
i give my mom props for being strong even though she has been through so much. She is the strongest and most amazing person I know. She has given me an amazing life and I will never be able to thank her enough.
Props
When i think of this word
I think about the Theater
And peoples lives
How we all are just props
In one big play
Adventures and more
If we are all just props
Let us be our own
Not controlled by others in our play
To be free
Let us be our OWN props i
In our OWN play
we are props. we are puppets. puppets for the rich, greedy corporations that control a majority of the industries and markets in the world. even the media. there is some evil conspiracy they have planned that’s making them richer and bringing them benefits while the majority of the world suffers.
They were pieces to the play that was her life. Her old life. When she went back it was all she could do to stop from bursting into tears at the memories each item held. Each piece of her broken heart. Daring to pick them up she felt her self start to cry.
Props. The word brings me back to my highschool drama days. As I write this I think how cliched that sounds. What do most people think of when they see the word “props”? You could think of it in the context of ‘to prop’, but that’s so abstract. Humans like to attach emotion to things. That’s probably why I immediately thought of highschool drama. I have good memories of those years. It means something to me.
Stifled, the edge of the sword, sheathed
A look in his eye of boulders blasted
And walking into the post office
The weapon pulled out, stung into his stomach
The plastic slides into the handle, into its self
The audience, tickets, cheques and coin in hand
Their eyes shattered stones
His face, a hammer’s smile
We propped ourselves upon each other
It was a foolish idea, in retrospect
It’s impossible to support another
if you cannot stand on your own
But that didn’t stop us
We leaned on each others shoulders
Until we both fell onto the tiles beneath our toes
Laughing all the way down
Well, we used them in the musical. Most of them were clovers, for Hoton the elphant. You see he manged to break a shit load of them. Or other people did. I’m not sure. But we weren’t allowed to touch other peoples props. That must be why so many of them are broken. I met a nice girl, in the grade above me who was on the props team. She liked Jenna Marbles, like me. Oh, and Quinn from Glee thinks or rather wants Rachel to think she’s a prop.
Mad, crazy situations call for sometimes inexplicable reactions, when these reactions are interpreted by viewers as commendable, the phrase “props” can often be implied, typically by those sub 25.
Props are things commonly used on TV shows, plays, movies, and live entertainment. If I remember correctly, which I probably don’t, a famous actor named Carrot Top used them. He sucked. Badly.
The props were really heavy. Of course, the actors didn’t give a damn if she broke her back carrying their equipment, their stages. But she did. It was eleven o’clock at night. She was the only one in the theater. She dropped the prop on the ground and walked out.
props are things that i think are very useful for pictures or for work. I use to use a lot of props for work when i worked at serra bowl as a party hostess. THe kids in the my parties thought it was very fun to have and i thought it made their experience during their birthday parties more memorable.
Props are an intricate aspect of visual display. Props can help elaborate a scene in a play, or used manipulate and bend a task to your will. Fake items can be used a props to fool others as the real thing.
Back in drama, we’d have to come up with our own props. However, we’d always come up with brilliant costumes and whatever we needed; you can count on finding anything one needs for a play at home, granted you have several people participating.
Props may be inanimate objects, but they’re pretty nice indeed.
“Here is the prop room. This is where you’ll be working. If you have any questions, just let me know.”
He walks away and I’m left thinking…
“Oh I have many questions, thank you for asking. How is it that I have been involved in theater for the last twenty years, went to college for it, and all I can get involves pulling props for other actors and actresses? How is this fair?”
I don’t get those anymore. I am lucky I can make it through a day without killing someone. Well, not killing someone. Stabbing them with a penil, maybe. That’s the perils of my job. I’m not as patient as I used to be. And kids? They’re not easy to work with.
Maybe one day, I’ll retire. For now… I will done the purple dinosaur costume and go dance around.
I picked up my props and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t look back and will never forget how good it felt walking out that door for the last time. Finally. Free.
The things that take up all the space behind the curtain in the local high school gymnasium just before opening night. The actors are nervous and the parents in the audience are excited to see their children perform. After all, Shakespeare never grows old.
The props on the table weren’t the ones he had used before. There was a switch, in the drop of a hat, no, a bucket? (in the bucket?)—time was running short, the scenes were about to shift, meld, continue the progression but oh, why was everything wrong? All things, familiar, instructed, grab this, not that, but where was that…damned hat…
Der Probst legte die Blume auf den Tisch, nachdem er noch einmal an ihr gerochen hatte, und widmete sich dem Stapel Briefe, der vor ihm lag. Einen nach dem anderen nahm er in die Hand, roch daran und legte ihn neben den Stapel, so dass nach einigen Minuten ein zweiter Stapel entstanden war. Nur drei der Briefe sortierte er aus. legte sie jedoch ebenfalls ungeöffnet zur Seite.
Props there for ages. Since ancient times. They hold, support, stay, balance, care. You used to my mine. I though I was yours. You left and Im falling slow. Hurts.
Props? That’s all, just it. I mean, okay. Plays have props right? And then when there’s a play, they clap their hands and say “props to you!” but I mean, seriously what would life be without props- probably empty. What would we be if we were empty? No props, no accessories, nada. Nothing, really. Props without the ‘s’ is prop which is a palindrome.
The young stage attendant rushed about in a panic. Props, props, props!! Where were they?! The show was due to start in twenty minutes, and he couldn’t find them anywhere! Where could they be?
It turned out they were in his car the whole time – the place he least expected it.
He’s hurting. He’s never felt so hurt before. Thankfully she’s there to comfort him. Though not exactly the one who he’d like to comfort him, she’s already gone, but she will do. She props him up on her shoulder, her arm winding around his back. She’s waited for forever to be the one to help him, to lift him up when he needed it. This is her chance to, she’s hoping she doesn’t mess it up.
Comedy is more than a trade, it is an art. To bring a smile to someone’s face, to get a laugh- it’s a beautiful thing. Makes the world a little brighter, I think. And in times like these, that’s what we need most…
I use props, myself. Whatever I see, perhaps a newspaper, or a flower, I must find a way to make it into an instrument of joy. Any item could be used to make someone laugh. All it takes is a little creativity, and you could find a quality to poke fun at.
But sometimes you’d have to stoop to some self-depreciating humor with some items. Like rotten tomatoes. The crowd might laugh if one is splattered on you. But hey, you made them laugh…
“Props to you, Major Sullivan. That was an awesome display of leadership and ingenuity. I can’t remember the last time I saw such as display of raw power.”
I give free things to people who act in plays. They need props so I provide them. My name is Daniel Stevenson and I donate things to actors in need. Just call me Mr. Nice-Guy.
I Peeked Through the Curtain
And Saw the Audience.
My Stomach Seemed to Drop
At the Amount of People That Were There,
But My Heart Seemed to Drop
At the Sight of the Two Empty Seats
Up Front
The Seats That I Had Reserved For Them.
The Room Went Dark,
A Single Spotlight was Turned On.
I Took a Deep Breath
And Stepped Into the Light
Feeling Utterly
Alone.
Alive and kicking away the traces of last night, the props and wrack Thomas’ wake, I glanced out the window and the day filtered in. The sun was rising behind the trees, birds were calling to each other from the shadows. The leaves on the wet grass looked like shards of broken glass reflecting the light.
The props were placed on the side table, ready for their big moment. None of them knew which order they would be called upon, but they waited with anticipation. Could this be the break they were waiting for?
i give my mom props for being strong even though she has been through so much. She is the strongest and most amazing person I know. She has given me an amazing life and I will never be able to thank her enough.
Props
When i think of this word
I think about the Theater
And peoples lives
How we all are just props
In one big play
Adventures and more
If we are all just props
Let us be our own
Not controlled by others in our play
To be free
Let us be our OWN props i
In our OWN play
we are props. we are puppets. puppets for the rich, greedy corporations that control a majority of the industries and markets in the world. even the media. there is some evil conspiracy they have planned that’s making them richer and bringing them benefits while the majority of the world suffers.
I remember placing props for the stage actors when on stage crew. It was a pain. They were aloof.
They were pieces to the play that was her life. Her old life. When she went back it was all she could do to stop from bursting into tears at the memories each item held. Each piece of her broken heart. Daring to pick them up she felt her self start to cry.
Props. The word brings me back to my highschool drama days. As I write this I think how cliched that sounds. What do most people think of when they see the word “props”? You could think of it in the context of ‘to prop’, but that’s so abstract. Humans like to attach emotion to things. That’s probably why I immediately thought of highschool drama. I have good memories of those years. It means something to me.
Stifled, the edge of the sword, sheathed
A look in his eye of boulders blasted
And walking into the post office
The weapon pulled out, stung into his stomach
The plastic slides into the handle, into its self
The audience, tickets, cheques and coin in hand
Their eyes shattered stones
His face, a hammer’s smile
We propped ourselves upon each other
It was a foolish idea, in retrospect
It’s impossible to support another
if you cannot stand on your own
But that didn’t stop us
We leaned on each others shoulders
Until we both fell onto the tiles beneath our toes
Laughing all the way down
Well, we used them in the musical. Most of them were clovers, for Hoton the elphant. You see he manged to break a shit load of them. Or other people did. I’m not sure. But we weren’t allowed to touch other peoples props. That must be why so many of them are broken. I met a nice girl, in the grade above me who was on the props team. She liked Jenna Marbles, like me. Oh, and Quinn from Glee thinks or rather wants Rachel to think she’s a prop.
I had to give him props for coming up with such an insane plan off the top of his head like that. And I did it again when it actually worked.
life is filled with props
reality an illusion to all
but us
on stage
toys and boys and
shallow joys
Mad, crazy situations call for sometimes inexplicable reactions, when these reactions are interpreted by viewers as commendable, the phrase “props” can often be implied, typically by those sub 25.
Props are things commonly used on TV shows, plays, movies, and live entertainment. If I remember correctly, which I probably don’t, a famous actor named Carrot Top used them. He sucked. Badly.
The props were really heavy. Of course, the actors didn’t give a damn if she broke her back carrying their equipment, their stages. But she did. It was eleven o’clock at night. She was the only one in the theater. She dropped the prop on the ground and walked out.
props are things that i think are very useful for pictures or for work. I use to use a lot of props for work when i worked at serra bowl as a party hostess. THe kids in the my parties thought it was very fun to have and i thought it made their experience during their birthday parties more memorable.
My name is zhen wei fang. I came from China, Shanghai. This is my third semester in SFSU. My major is accounting.
Props are an intricate aspect of visual display. Props can help elaborate a scene in a play, or used manipulate and bend a task to your will. Fake items can be used a props to fool others as the real thing.
Props provides a useful tool to improve the production and articulate the role of an actor. It helps project the character’s role.
A device used to hold things up, also used to as a slang word for accolades or just dues.
Back in drama, we’d have to come up with our own props. However, we’d always come up with brilliant costumes and whatever we needed; you can count on finding anything one needs for a play at home, granted you have several people participating.
Props may be inanimate objects, but they’re pretty nice indeed.
“Here is the prop room. This is where you’ll be working. If you have any questions, just let me know.”
He walks away and I’m left thinking…
“Oh I have many questions, thank you for asking. How is it that I have been involved in theater for the last twenty years, went to college for it, and all I can get involves pulling props for other actors and actresses? How is this fair?”
Props. Kudos. Nice job!
I don’t get those anymore. I am lucky I can make it through a day without killing someone. Well, not killing someone. Stabbing them with a penil, maybe. That’s the perils of my job. I’m not as patient as I used to be. And kids? They’re not easy to work with.
Maybe one day, I’ll retire. For now… I will done the purple dinosaur costume and go dance around.
I picked up my props and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t look back and will never forget how good it felt walking out that door for the last time. Finally. Free.
props? I really don’t know why we use this word……. I hope someone would know
The things that take up all the space behind the curtain in the local high school gymnasium just before opening night. The actors are nervous and the parents in the audience are excited to see their children perform. After all, Shakespeare never grows old.
Life is a story and we are the props.
The props on the table weren’t the ones he had used before. There was a switch, in the drop of a hat, no, a bucket? (in the bucket?)—time was running short, the scenes were about to shift, meld, continue the progression but oh, why was everything wrong? All things, familiar, instructed, grab this, not that, but where was that…damned hat…
Der Probst legte die Blume auf den Tisch, nachdem er noch einmal an ihr gerochen hatte, und widmete sich dem Stapel Briefe, der vor ihm lag. Einen nach dem anderen nahm er in die Hand, roch daran und legte ihn neben den Stapel, so dass nach einigen Minuten ein zweiter Stapel entstanden war. Nur drei der Briefe sortierte er aus. legte sie jedoch ebenfalls ungeöffnet zur Seite.
Props there for ages. Since ancient times. They hold, support, stay, balance, care. You used to my mine. I though I was yours. You left and Im falling slow. Hurts.
Props? That’s all, just it. I mean, okay. Plays have props right? And then when there’s a play, they clap their hands and say “props to you!” but I mean, seriously what would life be without props- probably empty. What would we be if we were empty? No props, no accessories, nada. Nothing, really. Props without the ‘s’ is prop which is a palindrome.
A prop is an object that you use to help you with something, like in a play you could use a gun to show your a soldier
Some things support you and some bring you down. Date night underwear should support you through the joys and the horrors to come.
Wanting date night underwear that you can’t afford either depresses you or puts you into debt.
Scene dressing.
The young stage attendant rushed about in a panic. Props, props, props!! Where were they?! The show was due to start in twenty minutes, and he couldn’t find them anywhere! Where could they be?
It turned out they were in his car the whole time – the place he least expected it.