Oh, Brother by Matt Zurbo   Jules had a problem, with his twin, Roscoe. Everywhere one went, the other had to follow. Two heads, one body, made it awful tough, when it came time to eat and other important stuff. Roscoe wanted to sing, while Jules ducked and hid. A song was sung, on the … Continue reading Day 262: Oh, Brother!

Oh, Dream... by Matt Zurbo We all have our own dreams. I'll leave the art direction for this story to the artists... and, of course, the reader. Oh to fall, away from noise and action and people, just drift and fall to sleep. Oh to fall into dreams. Safe dreams, dangerous dreams. Bold and weird … Continue reading Day 261: Oh, Dream…

The Weeping Woman by Matt Zurbo   Look, it’s the weeping lady. (Two kids watching a gothic woman with sad face and a tear.) Why is she weeping? Nobody knows! (Two kids flowing woman.) Maybe someone she knew passed away… (Woman in cemetery, watched by kids hiding behind tombstones.) Maybe her pet ran off? (Woman … Continue reading Day 260: The Weeping Woman

Where Did All The Humans Go? by Matt Zurbo   (A Kid Cockroach is kicking along a post-apoplectic street, green growing over grey ruins. It is slurping from a frozen drink cup, and has reverse baseball cap on.) "Ah, Son! Just in time for your history lesson." "Awwww, Dad….!"  (Kid Cockroach walking into house via … Continue reading Day 259: Where Did All the Humans Go?