Grant’s Gone by Matt Zurbo This is Grant. (Kid, Grant, left of frame, casually, smiling at reader. White background.) He was my best friend. (Two kids, Grant and Narrator, one with arm around other’s shoulder, casual. Looking at reader.) And now Grant’s gone. (Narrator left looking at space where first kid was.) We did … Continue reading Day 341: Grant’s Gone
Author: Matt Zurbo
Day 340: Zombie Me Be
Zombie Me Be by Matt Zurbo Zombie me be. Like eat brain. No eat brain, give Zombie pain! No eat walrus, make me sad. When eat monkey, me fart bad! Little kid do, nice for lunch. Eat his brain, Munch, munch, munch! Start to think, like kid do. Find fart funny. Same with spew! … Continue reading Day 340: Zombie Me Be
Day 339: How Billy Bottlebum Sees the World
How Billy Bottlebum Sees the World by Matt Zurbo Here’s the way Billy Bottlebum sees the world… (Small kid in a billy cart, white background.) Most of us are Vikings. (Kid in billy cart, passing other kids, at school crossing, and shouting crossing attendant, all doing their usual things, with backpacks, but dressed as … Continue reading Day 339: How Billy Bottlebum Sees the World
Day 338: Mud!
Mud! by Matt Zurbo Everyone in dull, yet big, Greytown shuffled rather than romped. Bored, frustrated, obedient, they worked and never stopped. Carlo F Colosimo, was similar to that, even though, inside, he hummed Zoop, doop, dee-doop, dee-dat…! Then, he stopped dead, in his small boy tracks. There was a puddle of goo, brown, … Continue reading Day 338: Mud!
