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London University, Goldsmith´s College Open Book Programme - Creative Writing - Monday 17-30-9-2024-7533 pieces by Adrian Whyatt

Memory Stick Reference: 12 /Volumes/AZUL CLARO/Open Book/Creative Writing/17-30-9-2024-7533.docx London University, Goldsmith´s College Open Book Programme - Creative Writing - Monday 17-30-9-2024-7533 pieces by Adrian Whyatt X posting @Adrian Whyatt: 3 pieces I wrote today for the free online open to all London University #Goldsmith´s College #Open #Book Programme (can be used to access degree courses) creative writing class: 1. The bird and the cat in the cage. 2. I win! 3. Ruck in the back of a truck https://adrianwhyattcreativewritingetc.blogspot.com/2024/09/london-university-goldsmiths-college.html 1.  The bird and the cat in the cage Scene: a little yellow budgerigar, Bruce, is on top of a bird cage, which a striped cat, Cathy, has managed to get herself trapped under Cathy the Cat: Could you please grab the handle of the cage with your feet, fly up and take it up in the air, so I can escape. Bruce the Budgerigar: I’m much too small to be able to lift up the cage. Cathy: No y...

A sense of misdirection, or divine providence? For Goldsmith College, London University, Open Book Programme Characterisation homework for Playwriting, Tuesday 4/17/9/2024/7533 Based on the theme of “You attend an event, party or meeting, only to become aware, at some point, that you are in the wrong place, or are you?”

Memory Stick reference: 12 /Volumes/AZUL CLARO/Open Book/Playwriting/4-17-9.2024 homework.rtf Goldsmith College, London University, Open Book Programme Characterisation homework for Playwriting, Tuesday 4/17/9/2024/7533 Based on the theme of “You attend an event, party or meeting, only to become aware, at some point, that you are in the wrong place, or are you?” A sense of misdirection, or divine providence? Scene: Somewhere in the anonymous urban sprawl of the centre of a big city. Deirdre Doodle had had a bad sense of direction, for as long as she could remember. She had recently found out that she had fallen on her head as a baby. Maybe that had something to do with it. Still, she just wanted to get on with her life for now, as she wasn´t yet ready to process all of the potential implications of this. Deirdre had always loved the Women´s Institute, and today was the day of their national conference at the sprawling New Excel Centre. So, she got the train, getting off at Blythe Road....