Act 1 - The Prologue
Twas the night before Christmas. In an age of mobile phones, a conversation has amassed between two
characters whose events have unravelled before us. A page fuelled by fantasy and to be filled by destiny ...
Post-Modern Christmas
Hey m8, hows
u? wat u get up 2 ova xmas?
I'm k, xmas @ home with rents. Pretty weird.
What happened to thee? You have me intrigued with your account of the
festive season.
I woke, at but 3 hours past the witching one. A sound, similar to that of a mighty tempest, I harked in the drawing room.
And I ask
what did you do at that time? How did that make you feel? What did you find when you find when you searched for something?
That man grabbed his
dressing gown, and with great bravery, hurtled towards the stairs, and ran down them 2 at a time. He arrived at the great oak door. He could here someone ho ho
hoing. Would you have opened it?
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Act 5, Scene 3
The paper stood still. The writer content with what his characters have accomplished. The audience left in despair and
only ones with Morse code leave the theatre with satisfaction.
By Joel Girling
