Storm In a Cup by Matt Zurbo A storm is brewing in my cup. (Kid, looking startled into his mug. Storm can be seen brewing through windows behind him.) My cup with hot chocolate, of course. (Cup, with small storm cloud, and burst of light around it.) The storm started small, now, look out! (Kid, … Continue reading Day 253: Storm In a Cup
Author: Matt Zurbo
Day 252: Spring, Boing, Boink.
Spring, Boing, Boink by Matt Zurbo (Yesterday I did a similar theme of a boy with springs for legs. Sometimes one idea can lead to two stories. There is nothing wrong with trying things.) Cooper O’Donoghue was sick of crowds. (Likeable ratbag, looking up, surlily at emotionless peak-hour crowd.) Then, one day, he found … Continue reading Day 252: Spring, Boing, Boink.
Day 251: Cooper O’Donoghue: The Boy with Spring Feet
Cooper O’Donoghue:The Boy with Spring Feet by Matt Zurbo Cooper O’Donoghue had a wish, as he jumped and hopped about. “Steel springs on my legs please!” he commanded with a big shout! So, in the school woodwork room, blue collar kids didn’t mess around. Using truck parts, cogs, spools, to Cooper's legs spring socks … Continue reading Day 251: Cooper O’Donoghue: The Boy with Spring Feet
Day 250: Dance On the Wind
Dance On the Wind by Matt Zurbo If I could I’d swallow the ocean! And eat the sky! Or eat the ocean… and paint the sky! If I could I’d listen to the Earth! And sing to the storm! I’d stomp down a mountain… and shout out a parade! If I could I’d sigh … Continue reading Day 250: Dance On the Wind
