Intersection 2018: Chrysalis

Chrysalis

ATYP

• Publisher: Currency Press
• Year: 2018
• ISBN:
  9781760622503
• Topic: Literatur
• Subtopic: Drama

'I loved the idea of being grown up, you know? And I'm not. To anybody. Not to parents, not to kids. All the burden and none of the respect. That middle ground is really hurting me… I think I killed Benny.'%##CHAR13##%%##CHAR13##%In a small town, a young woman applies make-up like layers of defence, preparing to go into battle. On top of the town tip, two friends stand guard as some home truths emerge. At the local arcade, a grotesque ritual sacrifice is taking place. And a young woman obsessed with Stevie Nicks thinks she's solved the mystery about the blood on the silo just out of town…%##CHAR13##%%##CHAR13##%Intersection 2018: Chrysalis is a collection of short plays written by some of the most exciting emerging playwrights in the country. At the meeting point of young lives travelling very different routes, Intersection offers a unique snapshot of modern Australia.%##CHAR13##%%##CHAR13##%Each year ATYP brings together 20 young writers from across the country and challenges them to create stories that speak to the experience of being seventeen years old in Australia, here and now, creating a compelling, complex mosaic of modern life. Critically acclaimed in its first incarnation, it returns to explore the excitement, terror and electricity of being seventeen.%##CHAR13##%%##CHAR13##%The plays featured in this volume are for one and two actors.

Get Gone

David Stewart

1.

Out the back of Woolworths.

– This town is toxic.

– This town is rank.

– This town is nasty and toxic and rank.

– So nasty and toxic and rank.

– Smells like piss.

– Three-week-old piss.

– It’s so tragic.

– What an eyesore.

– Nothing to do here.

– Nothing to see.

– Just a whole lotta nothing.

– It’s got a CocoBliss but?

– And a Goodlife?

– Nah. Burn em ay!

– Down to the ground

– Time to go.

– Gotta get out.

– Gotta get gone.

2.

Out the back of Woolworths.

– Ever wonder what we look like?

– Huh?

– You mean us?

– Nah. The town.

– From up there. Bird’s eye.

– How far up?

– Beyond the clouds?

– In space?

– From Pluto?

– From another galaxy?

– Yeah, but like, imagine you’re looking through an intergalactic telescope of some alien race.

– Down on us.

– Right now.

– On our smoko.

– Out the back of Woolies.

– What do we look like?

– Dunno.

– Haven’t thought really.

– Cousin’s an astronaut. Could ask?

– Want a medal?

– Err ya fag.

– Can’t say that.

– Says who?

– Miss Kerrigan.

– Why not?

– Cuz it’s not PC.

– Shut ya mouth, PC Nazi!

– Gonna eff you up.

– Go on then.

– Do it ya hero!

– Could ask him?

– Could do.

– Be lit to know.

– Imagine being up there now.

– Floating.

– In orbit.

– Not a care in the world.

– Not chained to anything.

– Free from all the sh—

– Lookin’ down.

– See the curve of the mountain?

– Beyond the broadcast station.

– It’s bending round, semi-circle.

– Like a horseshoe.

– A horseshoe!

– That’s what it looks like!

– Nah. Ten bucks says an Ender Portal.

– Put twenty on a fidget spinner.

– As if. You’re screwed brah!

– That twenty’s mine.

– Nah. Fiddy bucks says a bloated arsehole.

– Be serious!

– So am, just Google Mapsed it ...