Recommended by Daniel Prillaman

As someone who’s fallen into interactive acting, mayhap I'm biased, but O to be in an audience for this! It’s really not an audience piece. Nordland Morgan pulls us into the gathered congregation, and we’re along for the ride of a fully immersive cult ceremony, complete with all the layers possible of manipulation & language. Shall we find fruition? That’s up to how open we are to the word of the Lord and Caretaker Dan. If you’re looking for some horror that can only be theatre, you’ve found it.

Seeing the seven deadly sins put aside their…tendencies? affinities for? SINS, I guess, really…is quite delightful and wholesome. The actors (and the audience) will have a great time going hogwild embodying these sinners. A lot of fun freedom for designers to be found here, as well.

I recently had the opportunity to watch a performance of this short play during Bump in the Night Theatre’s “Jump Scares: Vol. 1.” It’s hard to speak more about this one without spoiling the journey, but there is some palpable dread weaved into every beat. Often, the scariest things are the things that could easily happen to us any day. “It’s Getting Dark” is standing tall (or hunched over) right there with the best of them.

I recently had the opportunity to watch a performance of this short play during Bump in the Night Theatre’s “Jump Scares: Vol. 1.” I applaud Dzubak & all involved, because if you had told me this was originally an audio play, I would bury you alive myself for telling lies (*not actually*). The isolation & terror of Foster's predicament translate to the stage magnificently. Lighting, sound, and the lack of them become everything, placing us right in the coffin as well. Incredible short horror.

I recently had the opportunity to watch a performance of this short play during Bump in the Night Theatre’s “Jump Scares: Vol. 1.” Floyd-Priskorn’s dialogue flies off the page, but it sings in the space. A good-natured game slowly becomes something much, well...less good-natured. The tension ratchets up and up until a terrifying ending, one you'll most certainly take home with you. Brilliant.

To quote an unofficial goddess of love by the name of Gwen Stefani, "this shit is bananas." I love me a bonkers play, I love me a bonkers play that sticks to its own absurd logic, but I become obsessed with a bonkers play filled with such stage and design challenges as this. There is a tremendous playground here for producing teams willing to get a little dirty (or bloody, rather), and audiences will simply devour this. Feast your eyes upon this script now. Even if you're not hungry.

I don’t think it’s wrong to say morale is low in society at the moment. We’re dealing with so much that the airplane malfunction in Williams’ play feels almost quaint. The characters certainly accept it without much fuss and roll with the punches. In doing so, we encounter a scene that thoughtfully muses on family, connection, and what the most important things in our little, old universe actually are. It’s a gorgeous piece of work, one where the simplicity & matter-of-factness moves mountains.

Beautifully zen, giving “Waiting for Godot” but moderately more hopeful and happier (a huge feat in its own right), I absolutely love this. Weaver’s banter is on point, nimbly bouncing between comedic and thoughtful, often both. This is a friendship that actors and audiences alike will delight in and devour, and I could personally watch them for forever. Heavenly.

I’ll say this much, I would have gotten much better grades if Santa had brought ME deceased authors to assist with book reports on their work. Heyman’s short play is a delightful and wholesome tip of the hat (with so much flavor for the nerds) to not just Bradbury, but the importance of stories. All kinds of them. Come for the hilarious premise, but stay till the final chapter, because it’s great.

Well, Floyd-Priskorn gets all the points with one of the most hilarious one-two punches of comedy and consequences I’ve encountered in a while. I didn’t see this coming. And when it came, I had to stop quite a bit in order to be able to breathe again. This play will leave you cackling. And when that’s gone, what remains is a worthy moral to act on. Eat the rich. They probably taste better than baked Alaska.