Act 1 - The Prologue

Twas the night before Christmas. In an age of mobile phones, a conversation has amassed between two characters whose events have unravelled before us. A page fuelled by fantasy and to be filled by destiny ...

Post-Modern Christmas

Hey m8, hows u? wat u get up 2 ova xmas?

I'm k, xmas @ home with rents. Pretty weird.

What happened to thee? You have me intrigued with your account of the festive season.

I woke, at but 3 hours past the witching one. A sound, similar to that of a mighty tempest, I harked in the drawing room.

And I ask what did you do at that time? How did that make you feel? What did you find when you find when you searched for something?

That man grabbed his dressing gown, and with great bravery, hurtled towards the stairs, and ran down them 2 at a time. He arrived at the great oak door. He could here someone ho ho hoing. Would you have opened it?

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Act 5, Scene 3

The paper stood still. The writer content with what his characters have accomplished. The audience left in despair and only ones with Morse code leave the theatre with satisfaction.