The Carnival In Orbit's Head by Matt Zurbo   Orbit had a problem nobody would admit. He seemed still, dull. But the opposite was true. (Little boy.) At night he would whisper, “Help! Please, stop…!” (In bed, in stress.) There was a carnival in his head. Loud! Proud! Blaring! (Boy’s head, surrounded by loud sound … Continue reading Day 206: The Carnival In Orbit’s Head

My Very Own Moon by Matt Zurbo   Imagine if I had my own moon… (Kid in PJs in backyard, looking up at full moon.) Doing laps around my head. (Head and shoulders of Kid, 4ft quarter moon circling him. Moon has small, silver, lazy kid lying in it fishing.) Full moon. Half moon. Quarter … Continue reading Day 205: My Very Own Moon

Mr Frost by Matt Zurbo   Maggie was a little girl who hated winter. (Girl, all rugged up, breathing frost, all we can see of her face is angry eyes.)  “Go to bed,” Mum would say. “But, Mum, Mr Frost will get me!” Maggie would reply. “Nonsense!” Mum would roar. (Mum and Maggie arguing by … Continue reading Day 204: Mr Frost

A Basketball Horse by Matt Zurbo   Thane was a simple horse. With one burning desire. (Old horse in field.) To be involved basketball. (Horse in golden, long grass sunset field, with crooked basketball pole, torn netting, looking up at the hoop.) After years of trying, Thane finally became the mascot for the Lilydale Lightening. … Continue reading Day 203: A Basketball Horse