13 Days of Halloween Stories: Day 5

 

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The 13 Days of Halloween

 

On the first day of Halloween my true love gave to me, a trick and a treat for free.

On the second day of Halloween my true love gave to me, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the third day of Halloween my true love gave to me, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the fourth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the fifth day of Halloween my true love gave to me…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the sixth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the seventh day of Halloween my true love gave to me, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the eight day of Halloween my true love gave to me, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the ninth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, nine glowing skulls, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the tenth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, ten witches brewing, nine glowing skulls, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the eleventh day of Halloween my true love gave to me, eleven scary books, ten witches brewing, nine glowing skulls, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the twelfth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, twelve flying ghosts, eleven scary books, ten witches brewing, nine glowing skulls, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

On the thirteenth day of Halloween my true love gave to me, thirteen pounds of candy corn, twelve flying ghosts, eleven scary books, ten witches brewing, nine glowing skulls, eight creative costumes, seven haunted houses, six zombies marching…five vampire bats…four black cats, three chocolate bars, two pumpkins carved, and a trick and a treat for free.

Happy Halloween!

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13 Days of Halloween Stories: Day 4

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Artwork by Levi Joy

Monster Catch was originally printed in the Ashland Beacon newspaper (October 2016) as a part of my twice monthly Read Me A Bedtime Story column for kids.  A new Kid Detectives Halloween story will debut in the pages of that paper this month…very soon.

Monster Catch

A ‘Za Crime Fighters Mystery

By Jonathan Joy

 

Jen, Ben, and Red made up the ‘Za Crime Fighters Mystery Team. Once notorious pizza thieves, they had since learned the error of their ways. After helping police catch The Ice Cream Bandit, the three went into business for themselves as crime fighters. Jen was their leader. Ben and Red followed close behind her every move.

Recently, things had been quiet in the sleepy town of Ashland, though that would soon change. The cool autumn evenings brought a new mystery their way.

Dudley was a young boy with an impressive stuffed animal collection. Over one hundred stuffed snakes, lions, bears, pigs, bugs, and more were stacked high on his bed and overflowed onto the floor.

Dudley loved these stuffed friends, so you can imagine how he felt when a monster started stealing them. He knew exactly where to go for help.

“How do you know it’s a monster?” asked Jen.

“I just know.” replied Dudley.

“A monster? Are you…sure?” Ben and Red said this simultaneously, both sounding scared.

Jen excitedly bellowed, “Well, boys, I think we’ve got a case to solve.”

Ben and Red weren’t very excited about the prospect of looking for monsters. Their fears were made worse when they saw Dudley’s house, a large black structure with bright yellow windows that looked a bit like a haunted house in the foggy October evening. A pretty, multicolored sky almost drew their attention away from a tree out front that closely resembled a hand reaching up through the dirt. It was eerie. Dudley assured them it was safe.

“Safe?” Ben stuttured.

“Yeah, right.” said Red. “We’re here looking for monsters, aren’t we?”

“Shhh.” Jen hushed. She was not scared. She was a detective, and wanted to solve the mystery.

Once in his room, ‘Za Crime Fighters marveled at Dudley’s many stuffed animals and began to look for clues.

“You got a baby brother?” asked Ben, picking up a pacifier off the floor of Dudley’s room.

“Sister.” Dudley replied.

“Could be the sis,” interrupted Red, “but look at this.” Red held some gray hair he picked up off the ground. “You have a dog?”

“Yes.” answered Dudley.

“Good guesses, guys, but I don’t think it’s the baby or the dog.” Jen whispered. “I’ve found evidence…of a monster. We’re going to need a monster catch.”

A monster catch is a cardboard box with hand drawn pictures of monsters all over it. It is meant to attract the beast and trap it once he or she hops in to play with his or her peers. Jen, Ben, Red, and Dudley spent almost an hour drawing, preparing the monster catch.

Night one passed. No monster.

Night two. No monster. Another stuffed animal was stolen.

The third night…Trick or Treat night…was the charm. The Monster Catch caught…something.

Dudley heard it catch its prey. He hadn’t even been to sleep yet, for he had eaten far too much Trick or Treat candy and the sugar (and an upset tummy) kept him awake.

The next day the ‘Za Crime Fighters were summoned to that creepy house once more, for Dudley would not look in the monster catch without them all being there. Jen bravely looked inside.

“How many stuffed animals did you say were taken?” Jen asked Dudley.

“Ten…I think.”

“They’re all here. Your toys are back.”

Dudley was so happy. He looked through the monster catch. “Wait, my octopus is missing.”

“I think I know who the guilty party is.” Red said suddenly. “What made you think it was a monster anyway, Jen?”

“The drool.” Jen responded. “It was everywhere. Only a monster can drool that much.”

Red continued, “Except…”

“A baby.” They all said in unison. At that moment, their heads turned toward Gigi, Dudley’s little sister. She stood in the doorway, barely able to stand, laughing and drooling everywhere and grasping onto a stuffed octopus.

The case was solved. Dudley couldn’t be upset with his sister, for what little one wouldn’t want those cute little furry creatures. And, to be honest, he was a bit relieved to learn it was not a monster after all.

‘Za Crime Fighters had solved the case. They celebrated with S’mores, seated around a fire pit in Jen’s backyard and wondering what future mysteries await.

 

 

 

13 Days of Halloween Stories: Day 3

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My seven year old son wrote this bat inspired tale in the Summer of 2017.  It was originally published in the Herald Dispatch online.

 

Levi’s Baty Dream

By Levi Joy

I’d like a pet bat. I think I’d love a pet bat because bats are my favorite animals. I like them because they are nocturnal. They are very cool creatures. They can fly. I would take care of it. It’s name would be Baty.

I’d put it in my closet with a little window on my closet door, so I could see it without any light bursting into its room. And then I’ll have this little latch that I slide food to it through. Then, when it’s nighttime I’ll hang these covers up on my porch. The covers will hang up around the porch. And then I’ll let it go out there. It won’t be able to fly out, but it will be able to fly around my porch. I’ll go back inside and go to bed. Then, in the morning, it might be sleeping on the porch and I’ll take it to the closet and say, “Good night, Baty.”

Then I’ll go into my backyard and pick some fruit for Baty. And then I’ll bring it to Baty. And when he wakes up he probably will eat it, if he’s hungry that is. Later in the day, I’m going to get some more food out of my garden in the backyard for Baty. I’ll bring Baty’s food outside on my porch and hang the covers on my porch and let Baty fly around my porch and I go to bed.

Every night I’ll play with my pet bat inside my house. I’d have some fun with my pet bat. We’ll play hide and seek, tag, and all sorts of fun games. I’ll even teach it some games that it might not know. I’ll teach it some board games and play some board games. I’ll teach it how to play Life and we’ll have fun playing Life, too.

Then I’ll let Baty outside and I’ll go to bed and wake up in the morning with Baty hanging upside down on my porch and I will take it and put it in my closet and say “Good night, Baty.”

The End

 

13 Days of Halloween Stories: Day 2

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The War on Halloween

A ten minute comic play

By Jonathan Joy

 

The War on Halloween debuted September 2007 as a part of the Kanawha Players Briefs and Shorts series in Charleston, WV, and featured Mike Murdock and Jen McComas in the cast.  Weeks later it was performed Off-Off Broadway in NYC at the Wings Theatre as a part of a Phare Play Productions Halloween Fest.

 

(Lights up on DEBBIE folding laundry. Her husband, MARK, enters the room quickly, attempting to scare her.)

 

MARK

Boo!

 

(She doesn’t flinch. Pause.)

 

DEBBIE

Hi, honey.

 

MARK

Man, you are impossible. You got nerves of steel.

 

DEBBIE

Happy Halloween.

 

MARK

Oh, you know it is. Three days away. Three days, Debbie. Count ’em.

 

DEBBIE

I know.

 

MARK

I’m gonna get you. One of these three days, right when you’re not expecting it. Boo!

 

DEBBIE

It might be easier if you didn’t keep telling me it was coming.

 

MARK

I’ll get you. You wait and see.

 

DEBBIE

And you have to stop doing that to Mr. Johnson. He’s eighty years old and he has heart problems.

 

MARK

Oh, he’s a good sport.

 

DEBBIE

You’re going to kill him if you keep it up.

 

MARK

Okay, I’ll lay off the old man.

 

DEBBIE

Thank you.

 

MARK

(shifting mood from playful to overly concerned)

In all seriousness, I think we got something we need to talk about.

 

DEBBIE

Do we?

 

MARK

(very serious now)

I think we need to talk about this Halloween situation at Mark Jr.’s school.

 

DEBBIE

What Halloween situation?

 

MARK

Have you read this?

 

DEBBIE

Yes, it’s from Mark Jr.’s teacher. She sent it home with him today.

 

MARK

Do you know what it says?

 

DEBBIE

It’s about the Halloween party.

 

MARK

Exactly. But they don’t call it a Halloween party, do they?

 

DEBBIE

What are you talking about?

MARK

Costume party. Check it out.

 

DEBBIE

Costume party, Halloween party…what’s the difference?

 

MARK

The difference is on page two.

 

DEBBIE

I’m looking.

 

MARK

There’s an approved list of costume choices. Look at that. No scary costumes. No ghosts or goblins, no vampires, no werewolves, no zombies…

 

DEBBIE

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I told you I read it.

 

MARK

And this doesn’t upset you?

 

DEBBIE

Mark, it’s no big deal.

 

MARK

It is a very big deal. Since when did Mark Jr’s school become a fascist regime?

 

DEBBIE

(under her breath)

Can you even define fascist regime?

 

MARK

What was that?

 

DEBBIE

Nothing.

 

MARK

Halloween is supposed to be scary.

 

DEBBIE

He’s going as Ninja Turtle.

 

MARK

My boy is not gonna be a fucking Ninja Turtle.

 

DEBBIE

It’s what he wants.

 

MARK

It’s what he wants because he’s got these teachers filling his head with all kinds of bullshit.

 

DEBBIE

Mark, please don’t start…

 

MARK

No, listen. I got a plan.

 

DEBBIE

I don’t want to hear it

 

MARK

Listen…

 

DEBBIE

Please, don’t go making more out of this…

 

MARK

Just hear me out.

 

DEBBIE

If you’re going to stand there, can you at least help me fold this laundry?

 

MARK

Baby, will you stop with the laundry. I’m too worked up about this.

 

DEBBIE

(She pauses, stops folding laundry, turns attention to Mark)

Okay. What is your plan?

 

MARK

Mark Jr. is gonna go to that party as…get this…as Pinhead.

 

DEBBIE

Who?

 

MARK

The guy from Hellraiser movies with all the pins sticking in his head.

 

DEBBIE

What? No, he’s not.

 

MARK

I got him upstairs watching the movie right now.

 

DEBBIE

He’s six years old.

 

MARK

He’s loving it. See if you can get him to watch those dumb ass Ninja Turtles again after this.

 

DEBBIE

I can’t believe you.

 

MARK

I know. It’s pretty outstanding, isn’t it?

 

DEBBIE

If I go upstairs and our son is watching Hellraiser, I’m going to go apeshit…

 

MARK

Calm down. It’s time for a revolution. I’ve already written a letter to Bill O’ Riley about the war on Halloween.

 

DEBBIE

This is ridiculous.

 

MARK

If being a culture warrior and standing up for what is right is ridiculous, than maybe I am.

 

DEBBIE

You are something else…

 

MARK

Look at this list. They don’t want the kids dressed up as Freddy Kruger or Jason or Dracula…

 

DEBBIE

I know…

 

MARK

No blood, no nothing. This isn’t fun. This is completely against the spirit of the season. And you’re not pissed off?

 

DEBBIE

It’s a first grade costume party. Every year it’s something. Why do you get so obsessed?

 

MARK

It was one thing when they banned dodgeball. After all, Mark Jr. is not the most physically agile of children. And then they got rid of tag and that really rubbed me the wrong way. When they told the kids they couldn’t play cowboys and Indians, I was plum furious, but I let it go. But now they’ve really crossed the line. They can’t have Halloween, Debbie. I’m not gonna let them take it away. This is our boy’s chance to shine.

 

DEBBIE

Mark…

 

MARK

Baby, it’s Halloween. This is important. Now, I know it was easier when he was just a wee one and we could dress him as a pumpkin or a green bean or something cute like that. But he’s growing up. He’s got to make his own decisions.

 

DEBBIE

He has made his own decision. He wants to be a Ninja Turtle.

 

MARK

No, he doesn’t.

 

DEBBIE

Last year you made him dress up as Harry Potter. Didn’t you learn your lesson?

 

MARK

Wasn’t that the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen in your life?

 

DEBBIE

He hated it. He barely knows who Harry Potter is. He hasn’t seen the movies. He certainly hasn’t read the books. He wanted to be a witch.

 

MARK

Girls are witches. I explained that Harry Potter was kind of like a boy witch.

 

DEBBIE

And now our neighbors think were Satan worshipers or something.

 

MARK

Those assholes? They don’t know what they’re talking about. They think everybody is going to hell.

 

DEBBIE

Will you stop it?

 

MARK

No, I won’t. This is too important. Now, we’re wasting valuable decorating time by even discussing it. I haven’t even started on the inflatable skeletons yet. I really need you to get on the same page with me on this. Can’t you support me just this once?

 

DEBBIE

Okay, fine.

 

MARK

All right. That’s more like it.

 

DEBBIE

But you are going to be the one picking him up from school when he gets sent home early. Do you hear me?

 

MARK

That’s fine. Doesn’t bother me a bit. In fact, it’s part of the plan.

 

DEBBIE

It is.

 

MARK

I’m going to dress up as a pinko commie…

 

DEBBIE

Oh, God.

 

MARK

And when I go down to pick him up, and they ask me who I’m dressed as, I’m gonna say, “You, I’m dressed as you, Hitler”.

 

DEBBIE

Hitler? Come on…

 

MARK

I should have known you’d take up for Hitler before your own husband. That’s just sad, Debbie.

 

DEBBIE

Tell me this. What does a pinko commie look like?

 

MARK

I don’t know. That’s why I rented Red Dawn.

 

DEBBIE

Oh, shut up. Will you get out of here?

 

MARK

Yeah, I’ll go. I got lots to do. The Revolution begins at 8am.

 

DEBBIE

Uh-huh. Honey…

 

MARK

Yes.

 

DEBBIE

Don’t drink any more beer before you hang the orange lights, all right?

 

MARK

Anything you say.

 

DEBBIE

And turn that movie off. I don’t want him watching that.

 

MARK

Okay. If you say so.

 

(He exits solemnly and then quickly re-enters with a big smile on his face.)

 

Hey, baby…

 

DEBBIE

Yeah.

 

MARK

You gonna dress up as a cheerleader this year?

 

DEBBIE

No.

 

MARK

Naughty nurse?

 

DEBBIE

Will you cut it out?

 

MARK

Playboy bunny?

 

DEBBIE

Those don’t sound like very scary costumes, Mark.

 

MARK

You haven’t decided yet. That’s okay. Just keep thinking. I got lots of ideas…

 

DEBBIE

I’m sure you do.

 

MARK

I’ll be upstairs if you need me. I love you.

 

DEBBIE

I love you too…

 

(He exits. She resumes folding laundry.)

 

Jackass.

 

MARK

(offstage)

What was that?

 

DEBBIE

Nothing, honey. I’ll be up soon.

 

(Silence. She is finishing folding when MARK re-enters, slowly and quietly, sneaking up on DEBBIE. He is wearing a “scary” Halloween mask.)

 

DEBBIE

(without looking at him)

I see you.

 

MARK

(takes mask off, throws it down)

Oh, damn.

 

DEBBIE

Nice try.

 

MARK

Okay, that’s enough fooling around. I got important work to do. I got a lot of spider webs to hang up, I got seven inflatables I still got to place on the lawn, that coffin is still in the basement. You know, I could really use some help decorating if you get some free time.

 

(DEBBIE flashes him a long disapproving stare.)

 

But…you know…it you got laundry and stuff…

 

(Pause. Stare.)

 

All right, then.

 

(He exits. Silence. DEBBIE picks up the mask.)

 

DEBBIE

You left your…

 

(She looks at it and puts it on. She exits and in a few moments a scared MARK scream is heard offstage.)

 

MARK

Oh, my God!

 

(DEBBIE laughing offstage. She soon re-enters, throws mask down and continues folding laundry. A few seconds later MARK re-enters.)

 

MARK

You scared the hell out of me.

 

DEBBIE

Serves you right.

 

MARK

What are trying to do? You trying to kill me?

 

DEBBIE

Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.

 

MARK

Well, cut it out.

 

(He grabs the mask.)

 

I’m taking this back.

 

(He exits.)

 

DEBBIE

Happy Halloween!

 

(She is grinning ear to ear, folding laundry as the lights fade. Blackout.)

13 Days of Halloween Stories: Day 1

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Beware The Pumpkin Thief!

#5 in the Kid Superheroes On The Rise series

By Jonathan Joy

 

Beware The Pumpkin Thief was originally published in the Greater Ashland Beacon newspaper as a part of my twice monthly Read Me A Bedtime Story column, October 2016.

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Jack’s mom bought him thirteen pumpkins, one for each friend that would be attending the third annual pumpkin carving party at the Jones household.

Jack was as excited as could be, for Halloween was his favorite time of year and pumpkin carving was second only to candy devouring when it came to his favorite activities.

Jack’s friends – twins – Eva and Eve were the first two to arrive. They were dressed as their favorite princesses and immediately began to carve eyes into pumpkins.

Jack’s friend Devon was next to arrive. He was dressed as a Pokeball and promised to carve that same image into his pumpkin.

One by one other friends arrived until all but one or two were present. The backyard was soon filled with kids dressed as Iron Man, a kitty cat, a clown, and more. Then, an unexpected visitor arrived and threatened everyone’s Halloween happiness.

“Greetings, all!” It screamed while juggling jack o lanterns. “The Pumpkin Thief is here! Hand over those beautiful orange gourdes and no one will get hurt.” Its large size and deep voice sent chills of fear down everyone’s back.

The kids were being pumpkin robbed. Who would do such a thing? They had heard tales of a Pumpkin Thief, but none of them had seen the villain in person…until now.

“What happened to your Halloween spirit, Pumpkin Thief?” A girl’s voice charged from out of nowhere. “Leave them alone.”

“Do what she says, Pumpkin Thief, and nobody gets hurt.” Another voice commanded from the darkness.

The Pumpkin Thief turned and looked their way. He knew who lurked in the early evening shadows. “Let me guess. It’s Buck and his best friend Tracy? I’ve heard a lot about you two kid superheroes. Show yourself!”

Indeed, it was. Superhero kid Buck appeared, Tracy by his side. They didn’t attack, however, for the Pumpkin Thief was strong and scary…and both of their parents had warned that, even though they were superheroes, Buck and Tracy had been fighting way too much. They agreed a trick might be better than a treat this time around.

Buck wagered all of the Halloween candy on the block that he could best the Pumpkin Thief in a pumpkin juggling competition and Tracy challenged the Pumpkin Thief to a candy corn eating contest. He laughed at both of them.

“You two are silly. I’ve been doing this a long time. Clearly, you have not. I’ll take your bet…and win. But if I win the girl becomes my sidekick. I could use a partner in pumpkin crime.”

“I’m not his sidekick.” Tracy interjected angrily. “I am a superhero of equal weight and explosiveness… And a deal is a deal.”

Buck did not like that Tracy took the Pumpkin Thief’s bait. This was serious business now. They had to win.

It started with the juggling contest. The Pumpkin Thief juggled effortlessly, just about any object you can image. But no one knew of Buck’s annual circus summer camp and how heavily juggling was stressed in his classes there. To everyone’s surprise he bested The Pumpkin Thief at his own game.

The Pumpkin Thief was frazzled, but he moved on. “You got lucky this time, Buck, but there’s no way that girl can eat more candy corn than me. I’m about to take her and all your pumpkins and all the Halloween candy in this neighborhood.”

“Enough talk, pumpkin blob. Let’s do this.” Tracy was confident, but should she be? Stories of the Pumpkin Thief’s ability to devour pounds of candy had long circulated through the streets of this little town. And everyone knew the Pumpkin Thief was particularly fond of candy corn. That’s why Tracy picked candy corn. She knew The Pumpkin Thief could not resist this challenge. She also knew she could win it. Tracy’s father had worked as a competitive eater, once downing seventeen hot dogs in only 30 seconds among many other culinary accomplishments.

Tracy was right to trust her genes. She devoured bag upon back of candy corn. Her classmates stood by in awe. The Pumpkin Thief, upon getting a severe belly ache, had to give up.

“You may have won this time,” the Pumpkin Thief said softly, defeated, “but I’ll be back. I don’t take defeat that easily. Watch your backs next Halloween.” Then, he retreated.

The kids all celebrated, their Trick or Treat delights safe and sound. And superhero kids Buck and Tracy could rest easily…for now. Their peace may not last long, however, for they both knew the biannual school Book Fair was near and that meant the evil Book Fair Burglar may soon threaten. But that is a story for another day. In the meantime, enjoy some pumpkin carving, don’t eat too much candy and beware The Pumpkin Thief.

 

New Plays, Art Bloom on ACTC campus

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This article originally appeared in the April 4, 2017 edition of The Greater Ashland Beacon newspaper. 

Spring time is here and the calendar has turned over to April already. That means it is time for Ashland Community and Technical College’s annual New Play Festival and Student Art Showcase.

For the fourth year in a row students enrolled in ENG 207: Creative Writing will present a selection of plays, written during the previous semester, on the J.B. Sowards stage. And for the third year in a row Professor Wendy Fosterwelsh’s arts students will display visual art in the lobby outside the theatre.

Student artists on display are Jesse Adams IV, Gary Brown, Elizabeth Burch, Nicholas Cavins, Braden Evans, Candace Glass, Ocean Kovacs, Paige Smith, Flynn Thompson, Tina Webb, Rebecca Burch, Shad Caldwell, and William Eddy.

ACTC dramatists include Cody Avery, Gary Brown, R.C. Burch, Sarah Diedrich, Desiree Rayne, Robert Range, Kelly Vance, Janet Woodring, Ashley Hacker, Noel McDavid, Mikaela McDonald, and Erin Moore.

This year’s festival is doubly exciting, because not only does it feature so many students as the playwrights and the performers, but more than half the plays are student directed. In addition to those students taking the helm, directors from previous years have returned, too. ACTC Communications Professor Mary Shortridge is back, as is Sarah Diamond Burroway, who coordinates this year’s fest. And Jim Maggard helps anchor a solid directorial team.

A wide variety of plays make up the New Play Festival. Student written comedies and dramas will transport the audience to sites of ancient battles, to the war room of a gregarious politician, a haunted apartment building, and much more. Some serious issues are tackled, as well.

This year’s crop of new plays joins a long list of new works that have debuted at this festival in recent years. Close to 50 different comedies and dramas have come out of ACTC’s New Play Festival in just four years. And many more have been written as a part of the Creative Writing/Playwriting class itself.

The curtain will rise on the New Play Festival and Student Art Showcase Friday, April 7 and Saturday, April 8 at 7:00PM, with a Sunday, April 9 matinee at 2:30. Tickets are just $5, and are available at the door.

Take a stroll through the lobby and then enjoy an evening in the theatre to see the best of what these creative, imaginative, talented students have to offer.

If you are interested in working with ACTC Theatre onstage or behind the scenes, contact Jonathan Joy at Jonathan.joy@kctcs.edu. Another playwriting class will be offered in the Fall 2017 semester, as well, if you want to try your hand at penning a play that may be a part of next year’s 5th Annual New Play Festival.

 

 

Upcoming Plays

February 2, 3, and 4 in Lewisburg, WV.  My play Down on Sandusky Road is featured.

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February 16, 17, and 18 in Huntington, WV

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February 24 and 25 in Los Angeles, CA.  My new play Almost Heaven, about the plight of a West Virginia coal mining family, will debut as a part of this festival.

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Touring the Tri-State in March/April

 

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March 31 on campus at Marshall University.  My monologue Daisy Wants to Be a Wrestler will be performed.

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My playwriting students will present a showcase of their work April 7, 8, and 9 on campus at ACTC.

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My short comedy, Black Friday Farce, will play at this festival in Orlando, FL May 4-7.

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