Column Inches | @TheLitChallenge #LikeTheProse – Brief 1

Barbara Glass looked down at the empty sheet of paper. It seethed with promise, the way Barbara seethed with rage. The lilac glare, sun on the blank page, reflected in her patented purple spectacles. Anti-glare coating be damned, Barbara thought. Not worth the extra charge at the opticians. But now was not the tie to…

Trying On

I find myself trying on for size All the lives I never had Discarding fame or motherhood here Laying artistry or isolation there On the pile On the bed Draping the loss of the never-known Over chairs and on the door Past loves are examined then stacked in a corner Next to the no’s and…

#29PlaysLater Brief 13 | Dolly. III

Day. The aisle of a toy shop. On every shelf taking up the whole aisle are boxes upon boxes of identical Dollies.   Chaz and Makka are pricing up the final few Dollies. Both wear the store uniforms and badges. Both badges have undergone some revision with names crossed out and handwritten ‘Chaz’ or ‘Makka’…

#29PlaysLater Brief 12 | Dolly. II

Day. A large suburban garden.   It’s set up for a children’s birthday party.   The sound of children playing in the background.   A table with a large pile of presents, and a huge birthday cake with a knife, ready to be cut.   Edna, an elegantly ageing woman in a twinset and pearls…

#29PlaysLater Brief 11 | Dolly. I

Night. A car interior.   Brandon gets in the driver’s seat. He is carrying a large box with a blandly staring Dolly visible through the plastic window and a work bag full of tools. We can clearly see a hammer and screwdriver sticking out the bag. He is on his mobile phone. He throw the…

#29PlaysLater Brief 19 | Fathomable

A small black box theatre.   The audience enters the space in nearly complete darkness. As the door slams behind them, the audience are met by the Foreman, who hands them each a hard hat with a head torch and a spade. He already has his head light on – the only light in the…

#29PlaysLater Brief 18 | Unfathomable

Night.   The audience is driven to a site in the middle of nowhere, in an unmarked mini bus. The driver doesn’t talk to them or acknowledge their presence.   After about 3 hours, the driver parks and opens the door to the bus.   Driver (indicating a dark shed): Go there.   The audience…

#29PlaysLater | All the plays… and a bit of a confessions

So, it’s that time of year again. February rolls around – aka the “short” month – and people everywhere decide to make it feel that much longer by draining their light-starved brains of what little post-winter energy may remain by writing a play EVERY-SINGLE-DAY. What’s even weirder is that *some* people sign up to do…