Aine King
Áine King studied at St Martins School Of Art, Brighton University, The University Of Sussex and RADA. She was artistic director of Lipservice Theatre 1999-2004. In 2007 she was one of six invited directors for the Old Vic 24 Hour Plays, Brighton.
Áine was an associate director for Otherplace Productions from 2008-13, adapting and directing Nick Burbridge’s Hard Chair Stories at The Rose Theatre (Shakespeare’s Globe) London, and Edward Bond’s anti-war play Tuesday, which Bond admired and described as, “Very,very interesting…pushing the play into 2010, in a good way.”
Dracula in 2010 won a Fringe Report award for Best Auteur; script, design and direction.
Áine now lives in Orkney, where she has scripted and directed Tom Muir’s folk stories, Trowie Tales for the Orkney Childrens Theatre Company.
Her short story The Handfast Bride was published in the anthology These Spooky Isles 2018.
Her recent monologue dramas have been performed at the Southwark Playhouse, Rum Diaries Glasgow and for National Theatre of Scotland.
Áine was an associate director for Otherplace Productions from 2008-13, adapting and directing Nick Burbridge’s Hard Chair Stories at The Rose Theatre (Shakespeare’s Globe) London, and Edward Bond’s anti-war play Tuesday, which Bond admired and described as, “Very,very interesting…pushing the play into 2010, in a good way.”
Dracula in 2010 won a Fringe Report award for Best Auteur; script, design and direction.
Áine now lives in Orkney, where she has scripted and directed Tom Muir’s folk stories, Trowie Tales for the Orkney Childrens Theatre Company.
Her short story The Handfast Bride was published in the anthology These Spooky Isles 2018.
Her recent monologue dramas have been performed at the Southwark Playhouse, Rum Diaries Glasgow and for National Theatre of Scotland.
Scotland
THEATRE
Hard Chair Stories (dramatist / director) Otherplace Productions 2008
Dracula (dramatist / director) Otherplace Productions 2011
Trowie Tales (dramatist / director) O.T.C Co 2017
Finding John Rae (stage adaptation) 2018
Father (writer) #MeToo Kings Cross, London 2018
Wicked (writer) You Are Invited, Southwark Playhouse, London 2018
Flotsam (writer) Rum Diaries, Rum Shack Glasgow 2019
We, The People (co-writer) The Gathering, National Theatre Scotland 2019
FICTION
The Handfast Bride (short story) These Spooky Isles 2018
Hard Chair Stories (dramatist / director) Otherplace Productions 2008
Dracula (dramatist / director) Otherplace Productions 2011
Trowie Tales (dramatist / director) O.T.C Co 2017
Finding John Rae (stage adaptation) 2018
Father (writer) #MeToo Kings Cross, London 2018
Wicked (writer) You Are Invited, Southwark Playhouse, London 2018
Flotsam (writer) Rum Diaries, Rum Shack Glasgow 2019
We, The People (co-writer) The Gathering, National Theatre Scotland 2019
FICTION
The Handfast Bride (short story) These Spooky Isles 2018
Online writing, Poetry, Radio, Scripted reality, Short story, Theatre
ONE MINUTE MONOLOGUE FOR SLAM #METOO
SAM:
I was expecting the nurse
Armload of shitty sheets
Heading downstairs
Doorbell
Didn’t even look
Just elbowed up the lock
‘come in’
Not
The
Nurse.
He’s older
But he’s
Him
And everything inside me goes cold water
And sick.
Its twenty years and he’s still here
And I’m still
Sick
‘Father’
He’s already
In
Smiling
Undoing his coat
‘So you remember me, Sam.’
Like I’d ever forget
‘Good to see you home again’
And he squeezes my arm
Just a bit too hard
Pulling back a bit when he gets a whiff of shitty sheets…
‘She’s not conscious. They gave her m-m-m-morphine’
I’m stammering again
Like I used to
‘She’ll not know you…there’s no need...the nurse is coming’
He’s
Halfway up the stairs
Looking
Down
On me
‘I promised your mother I’d be here at the end. Final Unction. God’s forgiveness. Sam. Now, you make us both a cup of tea. A drop of brandy in it if you have some. And come sit by me.’
(trying to control breathing)
M-my m-m-m-mother
M-m-m-y mo-m-m-mother is dying
And I w-w-wanted to be with her
And I c-c-c-c-can’t
I c-c-c-cant….
SAM:
I was expecting the nurse
Armload of shitty sheets
Heading downstairs
Doorbell
Didn’t even look
Just elbowed up the lock
‘come in’
Not
The
Nurse.
He’s older
But he’s
Him
And everything inside me goes cold water
And sick.
Its twenty years and he’s still here
And I’m still
Sick
‘Father’
He’s already
In
Smiling
Undoing his coat
‘So you remember me, Sam.’
Like I’d ever forget
‘Good to see you home again’
And he squeezes my arm
Just a bit too hard
Pulling back a bit when he gets a whiff of shitty sheets…
‘She’s not conscious. They gave her m-m-m-morphine’
I’m stammering again
Like I used to
‘She’ll not know you…there’s no need...the nurse is coming’
He’s
Halfway up the stairs
Looking
Down
On me
‘I promised your mother I’d be here at the end. Final Unction. God’s forgiveness. Sam. Now, you make us both a cup of tea. A drop of brandy in it if you have some. And come sit by me.’
(trying to control breathing)
M-my m-m-m-mother
M-m-m-y mo-m-m-mother is dying
And I w-w-wanted to be with her
And I c-c-c-c-can’t
I c-c-c-cant….