
Playwrighting
From traditional tales and weighty topics to pirates and pub crawls, I have written a range of shorts and one-act plays that have been produced on stage. My writing is informed by my experience as a theatre artist, a researcher of folktales and storytelling, and an educator. For excerpts of plays that have not yet been produced or to discuss new work, please reach out!
Never None (but She)
Excerpt: Scene 1
Produced at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2019
with Asterglow Theatre
Shortlisted for a Scottish Theatre Award
These are stories of resilience.
Of dark days and bright nights.
Of harm and healing. Of sowing planets and sewing stars in the sky. Generations of hurts and hopes merge in this tapestry of tales.
PAN: When you look up at the night sky does the emptiness stare back at you? Does it echo with everything you’ve carved out of yourself for others?
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TANSY: Do you see the blaze that is in you? Does the sun's flare reflect the fire you have burning in your throat? Aching to strike out no matter what the cost?
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LILLA: Do you look for the stars, desperately? Hoping to grasp onto the light that used to glow in you? The brightness that has slowly disappeared?
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PAN: Once upon a time, a girl withered alone.
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TANSY: Once upon a time, a girl saw too much and could do too little.
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LILLA: Once upon a time, a girl saw the stars disappearing from the sky.
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CAS: Once upon a time, when the world was still dark but the planets formed, a creator walked down the road of the skies. As she walked and walked and walked from nowhere to nowhere, the light missing from the skies called out to her, asking to be formed. In response, she took a sharp needle and white thread and knotted in the North Star to begin her stitch. Stitch by stitch she sewed one star, then another, then another until all the stars were sewn into the night sky. And as she sewed the final star, she laid a curse and blessing onto existence. That the stars would show the well-being and future of the world. As long as they shined bright so would the magic of the world and souls of humankind.

Illustrations by Mary Chang
Excerpts from two produced short one-act plays.
Please reach out for others.
Photo Credit: Patrick Tomasso
Photo Credit: Gavin Smart
Photo Credit: Cordelia Ostler
Audience Reviews
"Genuine and thought-provoking"
"See the show with an open mind, ready to be shook by the power of its message"
"Superb piece of new writing with a beautiful uplifting theme, engaging performances and revealing moments"
"Very powerful and topical"

"Engaging with often unspoken themes in a touching way, the story moved me deeply"
Photo Credit: Andrew Perry
Professional Reviews
"Innovative take on an underpublicized subject [...] pressing contemporary issues with a folkloric aura"
*** the wee review
"Imaginative quality [...]
beautifully written"
*** All Edinburgh Theatre
"Sense of urgency [...] most impressively convey the idea that each and every action counts"
*** the List

"Love, passion, humour and music", "impactful", and "empowering"
**** Lew's Reviews
Photo Credit: Andrew Perry

Short One-Act Plays
Ha/ollowed Bodies
Produced as part of November 2018 Candlewasters Shorts after accepted submission (pictured above)
An abstract short play about historical and continued oppression of a lineage of women
CLOVE: They had hollowed out backs, cheeks, stomachs, carved empty to fit the lives of others
SOLEIL: They carried their souls outside of themselves
ALTHEA: Like a lantern
SOLEIL: To light the way for those around them
CLOVE: Not for themselves
SOLEIL: Never for themselves
ALTHEA: Bright through the dark, like fireflies
SOLEIL: Lost in the mist
CLOVE: Obscured by the dead leaves
ALTHEA: But existing nonetheless
CLOVE: At what price
SOLEIL: At what price
ALTHEA: They kept their heads, their tongues
SOLEIL: For as long as they could
CLOVE: For such a short time
ALTHEA: They kept their stories, their light, their children
CLOVE: Did they?
SOLEIL: No. They lost everything they tried to grasp.
CLOVE: It slipped from their hollowed out hands
SOLEIL: It was burned
CLOVE: Torn
SOLEIL: Removed.
CLOVE: No matter their strength, their courage, their hope
ALTHEA: But they kept their hope
SOLEIL: Did they?
Continue On
Produced as part of Not Alone at Bedlam Theatre
A short play following healthy and toxic relationships within a group of friends
JO: I don't know. Nothing. He’s perfect.
EVA: And…
JO: Nothing…
LIGHTS CHANGE SLOWLY AND EAR RINGING SOUND BECOMES LOUDER
JO: Nothing is sitting right. You know that feeling when someone's watching you and you can feel your skin tingle so you turn and look directly in their eyes? For a split second the attention might feel nice, but then it just unnerves you. Or when someone has been following you ten minutes too long and your heart begins to speed up and blood pumps and you are ready to run but you know they probably are just going in the same direction as you? That's how I feel with Scott.
EVA: Scared?
JO: Maybe... I guess just unsafe. Trapped.
Photo Credit: Andrew Perry
Co-writting
Let's Get Kraken

Produced as part of Candlewasters April 2018 after accepted submission
A short one-act comedy about pirates who find and raise a kraken
Co-writer: Riley Singh
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Produced as part of BedFest 2018 at Bedlam Theatre
A 50 minute one-act play reimagining Odysseus's journey as a modern day pub crawl
Co-writer: Jacob Brown
Nobody Enjoys a Pub Crawl
Design by Orla Newmark
Design by Riley Singh