Veronica Tjioe

Veronica Tjioe (they/them) is a non-binary, German-Indonesian playwright based in Los Angeles. They have a BA and MA in Theatre Arts from UC Santa Cruz and are wild about theatre that involves magical realism, existentialism, clowning, inclusivity, feminism, surprises, accessibility, community, and snacks. They developed new work with The San Francisco Olympians Festival, The Attic Collective, Son of Semele, and Inkwell Theater. Their play, The Last Croissant, won Best of the Broadwater, Best in Ensemble Theatre, and Top of Fringe at the 2019 Hollywood Fringe Festival. They are a recipient of the Dharma Grace Playwriting Award, the Max K Lerner Fellowship (The String’s The Thing), were a finalist in the 2021 Samuel French Off Off Broadway Short Play Festival (Prefers Bright Indirect Light)...

Veronica Tjioe (they/them) is a non-binary, German-Indonesian playwright based in Los Angeles. They have a BA and MA in Theatre Arts from UC Santa Cruz and are wild about theatre that involves magical realism, existentialism, clowning, inclusivity, feminism, surprises, accessibility, community, and snacks. They developed new work with The San Francisco Olympians Festival, The Attic Collective, Son of Semele, and Inkwell Theater. Their play, The Last Croissant, won Best of the Broadwater, Best in Ensemble Theatre, and Top of Fringe at the 2019 Hollywood Fringe Festival. They are a recipient of the Dharma Grace Playwriting Award, the Max K Lerner Fellowship (The String’s The Thing), were a finalist in the 2021 Samuel French Off Off Broadway Short Play Festival (Prefers Bright Indirect Light), and were honored to be included in the Kilroy's 2023 Web. They are currently writing a new play as part of Circle X Theatre Co's Evolving Playwrights Group.

Scripts

The Odds and The End

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

Having lost a bet, a cosmic being must spend one thousand years as a human baby and convince person after person to be their caregiver for the rest of their mortal lives. A treatise on commitment and the sacrifices and joys of caring for others when it can be so much easier to care for nothing at all this fable also asks why, despite the horrors, all of this is worth it.

Having lost a bet, a cosmic being must spend one thousand years as a human baby and convince person after person to be their caregiver for the rest of their mortal lives. A treatise on commitment and the sacrifices and joys of caring for others when it can be so much easier to care for nothing at all this fable also asks why, despite the horrors, all of this is worth it.

The Last Croissant

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

A clown tragedy about bears, fire, paper cranes, and that time when you were saving something, and you didn’t enjoy it soon enough.

A clown tragedy about bears, fire, paper cranes, and that time when you were saving something, and you didn’t enjoy it soon enough.

Prefers Bright Indirect Light

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

Four houseplants on a window sill contemplate their lives indoors, friendship, mortality, and if they’ll ever be watered again.

Four houseplants on a window sill contemplate their lives indoors, friendship, mortality, and if they’ll ever be watered again.

The String's the Thing

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

An adaptation of the Minotaur myth as a means of exploring being mixed race/half-asian, this play is for anyone who has ever felt lost and a profound sense of “in-betweeness” and would please like to know which way is out, thankyouverymuch. It is also good for lovers of cheap wine, close friends, and the merits of a nice ball of string.

An adaptation of the Minotaur myth as a means of exploring being mixed race/half-asian, this play is for anyone who has ever felt lost and a profound sense of “in-betweeness” and would please like to know which way is out, thankyouverymuch. It is also good for lovers of cheap wine, close friends, and the merits of a nice ball of string.

The Herald

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

**A polished first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

Once inseparable Catholic school kids, Virginia and Vermont, grow up and apart while a pair of rival party supply store owners, Balloon Man and Mr. Balloon, fall in love. An oil baroness surveys her waning kingdom from her balcony while the neighborhood mail carrier paces through their route delivering bills and the news that “The Big...

**A polished first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

Once inseparable Catholic school kids, Virginia and Vermont, grow up and apart while a pair of rival party supply store owners, Balloon Man and Mr. Balloon, fall in love. An oil baroness surveys her waning kingdom from her balcony while the neighborhood mail carrier paces through their route delivering bills and the news that “The Big One” draws ever closer. This play is a portrait of society in this precious and precarious moment on our planet where we have so much and yet it feels like it’s all about to collapse. At once a love letter to the US Postal Service and a call for connection in the face of impending apocalypse, The Herald also asks the pressing question, "What if God is really a toucan?"

Dead Dog's Bone; A Birthday Play

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

A dramatic comedy featuring melancholic birthdays, plastic Christmas trees, and relentless apple symbolism.

A dramatic comedy featuring melancholic birthdays, plastic Christmas trees, and relentless apple symbolism.

Being Your Own Bunny

by Veronica Tjioe

Synopsis

**A first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

This one is for sisters. It is for the youngest kids who always have to sit in the way back of the van no matter how old they get. It is for the people who sulk in corners and don’t mean to sulk but sulk anyway. It is for the shadowy halves of ourselves that follow us into the sunshine while we’re slurping on a sundae, lean in, and whisper, ‘You...

**A first draft in search of a workshop or further development**

This one is for sisters. It is for the youngest kids who always have to sit in the way back of the van no matter how old they get. It is for the people who sulk in corners and don’t mean to sulk but sulk anyway. It is for the shadowy halves of ourselves that follow us into the sunshine while we’re slurping on a sundae, lean in, and whisper, ‘You and everyone you’ve ever known are all going to die one day. And all the people you’ve never met too!'”