The ObjectbyMatt Zurbo Kat was a bit down. (Kat head down, hair over eyes, standing on grey, shadowy street.) For her, every day was the same in Greytown. Machines going Choonka-Choonk, gears grinding, other kids playing dumb games, spiders that never slept keeping secrets in the long grass.(Spider in web, watching Kat, seen through web, … Continue reading Day 22: The Object

Astro Auto by Matt Zurbo   Oh no! (Dad and kid in little Jestons-esque flying car, there is a pop and small explosion at the back) What’s up Dad? Hmm… Better take it to the mechanics. (“Car” jacked up on bricks, bonnet up, steam coming out) Dad, why’s the mechanic called that? I don’t know. … Continue reading Day 21: Astro Auto

Ding, Ding! by Matt Zurbo If I was a tram driver, haha, how cool would that be! (Kid watching tram driver from inside the tram.) I’d replace that annoying bell –ding-ding- with a foghorn –buuuuurrrrrrrrr-, or a steam train whistle –Wheeeeeeeeeee! (Tram as seen from street, huge whistle and foghorn, going off, Sound slightly lifting … Continue reading Day 20: Ding, Ding!

BlatbyMatt Zurbo Lanky Lou’s Mum and Dad were wrestlers. (Dad overweight with stubble, hairy shoulders and orange body suit with red love heart on chest) Lou had seven brothers and two sisters. (one permanently has an oversized wrestling mask on) One day Lou decided wrestling over the last cupcake wasn’t enough.“What are yas, mad?” his … Continue reading Day 19: Blat