Recommended by Doug DeVita

What bloody good fun, and how much more fun would it be if this were actually performed as part of the “London Walks” tours? Plummer knows the geography, the history, and the drama of the neighborhood, and tells it in a most inviting way with two charming, if dead, characters – which makes it a perfect walking tour candidate. I’d certainly take it the next time I hop across the pond.

Yup. Of course right. Every Word. Every single one of ‘em. And I loved ‘em all, especially the convulsively funny last ones.

Brilliant. Who’d have thought a mail-order box of clothes could trigger such a hilarious orgy of self-sabotage? A funny, touching, pointed, and spot on piece from Richter with one of the most endearingly quirky pessimists ever put in front of a mirror. One wants to scream “Take the whole box, Mark!” (Maybe one did?)

There’s a real depth of feeling coursing through the kooky situation and non-stop puns in Busser’s work here, making this play not only delightful but quite moving as well. Funny, of course, but touching, too; one feels for and roots for these two as they begin their particular dance as a couple. Well done!

“A powerful look at what happens when a disparate group of teenagers and adults are forced to face their fears while left to themselves in the wilderness. Chilling and well done!”

It’s not enough for Domenica Plummer to entertain us with her drolly magical dissertation research road trip back to the 17th Century, she ups the ante by providing us with one of the most delightfully snide anthropomorphic sidekicks ever: Omar, the time traveling cat. No matter how wonderful this ten-minute comedy is – and it is quite wonderful – it is Omar who steals the show with every hilarious whisper, growl, and purr, and it is Omar with whom you would love to visit all people, places and times past, present, and future.

Sex, plagiarism, and ethics are given a workout in this drama set in a prestigious high school. Philip Middleton William’s places his protagonist, a newbie teacher, as the ball in a sexual ping pong game between one of his students and the boy’s father – who is on the school’s board. When the student is caught plagiarizing his term paper, all hell breaks loose and no one emerges unscathed. There’s much to admire in this early draft, particularly William’s grasp on the milieu and the stakes involved; one looks forward to its further development.

“There is nothing sadder for a sock than knowing beyond a doubt that your mate is never, ever coming back.”

In this wonderfully moving play about adapting to a major loss, that line is both hilarious and heartbreaking, accurately and acutely capturing all of the feelings one has when faced with new and unwanted circumstances, and having to move on – whether one is a sock, or the human who wears them. Touching, and beautifully handled from beginning to end.

I absolutely love this winning and winsome tale of a lovestruck girl and her confidant: an imperiously witty, curmudgeonly grand dame of a car. So much theatrical invention in its brief 9 pages, yet the impression made is lasting – like the warm glow of a particularly satisfying relationship that lingers comfortably for a lifetime.

Convulsively funny riff on the old childhood dreams of our toys, or more specifically, our dolls, coming to life after we’ve left the room (or gone to sleep), although not in a million years in the way we dreamed they would even though in our innocent audacity we’d leave them twisted up in the most outrageous of sexually provocative poses. Goldner tosses off hilarious one liners and deeply affecting barbs with equal aplomb, and the whole play glows with a creatively twisted theatricality. What fun it must be to direct and perform.