A Short Play About A Slug

[A SLUG slides into his house after a day in the sun. He slithers to the fridge and grabs himself a cold beer and a few pickled onions. He melts on to the sofa and watches repeats of Married At First Sight. He yawns and scratches his testicles. He texts his boss her can’t come into work tomorrow on account of being too tired and hot. He goes to his bedroom and doesn’t go to sleep on his bed.]

[The slug is actually a human bloke, by the way.]

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Carl Burkitt 2025

A Short Play About The Prince

[The Prince has a chicken breast on his head. His BUTLER is smiling a smile of awe.]

PRINCE: You sure I don’t look stupid?

BUTLER: Of course, my Prince.

PRINCE [Sighing]: You know I’m not a real Prince, don’t you?

BUTLER: Sir?

PRINCE: And you’re not my butler.

BUTLER: Sir?

PRINCE: John, seriously, be normal for one night. Now, should I wear this chicken breast to the nightclub or not?

JOHN: Yes.

PRINCE [Glaring]: Yes “my Prince”.

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Carl Burkitt 2025

A Short Play About Darius

[DARIUS remembers he needs to buy some new underwear. Darius buys some new underwear online.]

DARIUS: I just remembered I needed to buy some new underwear. Then I bought some new underwear online.

[No one answers as Darius lives alone because Darius is, truthfully, quite dull to be around.]

DARIUS: I can’t wait to see my new underwear when it arrives from the online store.

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Carl Burkitt 2025

A Short Play About Pete

[PETE walks into the dentist’s office. THE RECEPTIONIST blows a ginormous bubble of bubble gum.]

PETE: Hi, I’ve got an appointment at 3pm.

RECEPTIONIST: Can I take your surname?

PETE: Casio.

RECEPTIONIST: First name?

PETE: Pete.

RECEPTIONIST: Pete Cas-

PETE: YEP!

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Carl Burkitt 2025

Sonder

The dude casually eating fish and chips on a park bench during his lunch break will rush to stop the smoke alarm’s beep from waking his newborn at night. The woman shouting at a client down the phone in the quiet carriage will tend to her hydrangeas. The geezer crying in the pub will buy a share bag of Fruit Pastilles. The toddler covered in urine will put up its own shelves after its divorce. The smiling bus driver will call 999 on a neighbour for moving his bins. The writer writing about a life-changing death from the past will write about a life-changing death in the future. The pensioner being feed a cheese toastie by her son will laugh at the terrible acting and gore in horror films in bed.

Carl Burkitt 2025

Sonder is the feeling when you realise everyone you see, everyone who passes you by, has their own complex lives.