The Girl Who Fell

Introduction Been working on a few things that have taken me away from the Diary in the last couple of months and for that I must apologise. I have now arranged a couple of days in the week to attend to other matters that should leave me with a little more time to come back to the diary and continue dropping stories here and there. Here’s a little something I’ve been working on. Not too Sure where it’s going or what’s it []

The Argument

MAN: Do you know what I do? Do you know what have I do? The shit I eat to put food on that table?Do you have any idea of what it takes to keep you warm? Do you? I’m out there hauling my arse around this shitty little island, away from my kids…away from you to come home to this? You know what you are? You’re a cunt. You do this…to me! What am I supposed to do? How do I fix []

Special Delivery

A row of unassuming semi detached houses. A sunny day. An unseen bird tweets the Nokia ringtone as a small flock of tiny people with wings instead of arms dart out of the privet hedge and into the sky. We hear a diesel van pulling into view revealing it to be the sound of a HPS courier. The van stops outside number 7. After retrieving his clip board and a fairly large box The driver (Courier) saunters up number 7’s short path []

First Time Buyers

READ Alternative Earlier Version here SCENE ONE. The First prop on stage is a large rectangular box. The type used to transport popcorn tubes in. It is just big enough to fit a couple of people in and would reach their waists when standing. The Second prop is a sign that reads “TWENTY MINUTES INTO THE FUTURE”. They are the only props in an otherwise black/blank stage. An ESTATE AGENT leads a young professional couple (PETER and FIONA) onto the stage AGENT: []