short plays
On the Outs
1 W; 1 M “Sitting across a visitor's table once a month for the last twenty years is one kind of knowin' somebody, but staying together in the same house? That's a whole different knowin' somebody.” After almost two decades, Jonas is back. Leticia is his only surviving link to his past—whether she likes it or not. Becoming reacquainted ain’t easy for these two long ago lovers as they grapple with conflicting definitions of what is “home.” |
Just Knots
1 W; 1 M “I’d like a slipknot, please.” An awkward store clerk who sells “just knots” finds his skills—and his principles—put to the test by a disarming young woman in a ladybug scarf. Scripts and licensing available here through Samuel French. |
The God Particle
1 W; 1 M “Maybe God didn’t create the Big Bang; maybe the Big Bang created God.” Gavin meets a cute girl outside a bar in Geneva, Switzerland. But when you’re a physics grad student drowning in quantum mechanics, lab practicals, and whiskey, foreplay can look an awful lot like international espionage, and international espionage can look a lot like foreplay. |
The Grey Ladies
1 M "This young mother, she got some real bravery in her grey face. She's seen lots. And her eyes dare me to convince her of who I say I am." Beat cop Eddie Nobles, having notched years on the force, is cocksure he’s seen it all…until, answering a call for help, he enters a dilapidated house and encounters the Grey Ladies. A riveting tale about impossible survival in the face of evil. Listen to The Grey Ladies here. |
DNA
1 W; 1 M
“Uterus, ovaries, lumen, fallopian tubes, vagina, clitoris—which I’ll point out to you sometime—labia, cervix, endometrium…shall I go on? So it’s not nothing. It’s never nothing, even when the plumbing’s been ruined and completely ceases to function. We protect. We create. Can you make a placenta? On your best day? No. You can’t.”
A couple huddles together in their barren apartment, having sold everything they own for one last chance to have a child—the perfect child. If, and only if, their version of “perfect” is deemed acceptable, a child bred by science might well become their own.
1 W; 1 M
“Uterus, ovaries, lumen, fallopian tubes, vagina, clitoris—which I’ll point out to you sometime—labia, cervix, endometrium…shall I go on? So it’s not nothing. It’s never nothing, even when the plumbing’s been ruined and completely ceases to function. We protect. We create. Can you make a placenta? On your best day? No. You can’t.”
A couple huddles together in their barren apartment, having sold everything they own for one last chance to have a child—the perfect child. If, and only if, their version of “perfect” is deemed acceptable, a child bred by science might well become their own.