© Jay Emmay 2015
Jay Emmay
OK the majority of my work is science fiction, but having written several pantomimes and radio scripts I do still take time to do other things. Most of what is here has been written for various Christian events. The scripts here are free to be used. Drop me a line if you 'd like too with the contact form at the end of the page and give me feedback if there is any way I can make them more useful for you.
Christian Work
The Case of the Missing Corpse
I co-wrote this with a friend of mine Noel Pattern. Its a comedy script following a private eye in AD 33 Jerusalem tracking down the missing body of Jesus of Nazereth. I have written several pantomimes in the past, which may become evident on reading. The cover is from a CD copy of a radioplay version I put together with a group of students. It takes about 30 minutes and would be great for an Easter event/service. It follows the crucifiction/resurection story very closely.
One day if I get a budget I would love to do a film version of the script.
If you would like to do a perfomance just drop me a line using the contact form below.
Nativity
Transcript of a news show broadcast in Bethlehem on the night of the winter solstice
AD 0. About 5-10 minutes long again would be a nice little interlude in a Christmas or Nativity event.
Joseph - The Brother and the Cup Bearer
Written for a children's club that was going through the story of Joseph (and his technicolour dreamcoat). They are two interviews with two of the major characters involved. Originally there were to be 5 (I could probably put together the other 3 if anyone was interested).
A Magi’s Remembrance
It sickened me upon the road,
Soldiers gambling for a corpse’s clothes, desecrated dead for a purple robe.
But the journey was so long ago; few memories are left to me
Of the strange events on our weary travels;
That force driving me forward away from my home
with my friends into the wilderness.
The very rocks whispered the delights of the palace,
tempting us to return to our people, our kingdom.
The anger at the betrayal, the train attacked, ambushed, destroyed -
Betrayed to bandits for silver pieces; a man turned from friend to fiend.
Yet still that force driving us forward, onward,
Into the desert forced to drink brackish water -
from finest wine to that bitter cup.
Leaving everything, all we loved; bearing pains it was not ours to bear;
Taking the blows and insults of lesser men.
Yet knowing our right, that we . . . . . but my memory fails.
Here, in a kingdom of my people, they do not know me nor I them.
Often the wish to go again on that journey;
To retrace the steps, but then, it would not be the same.
No end to the journey.
Thirty long years since the Christ child, to whom stars bow.
The husband and wife, the perfect son.
My gift too small. My kingdom itself a gift too small.
The only son of God!
Yet an eternal place in my memory is all I can now give him -
The one true God.
To be allowed to see him is a gift beyond repayment.
Still I will see him again in death - that is not too far off.
My sight fails me now but the stable is as clear as it was -
the cattle, the crib, the silent child,
Stars gleaming through the holes in the roof.
Hardly a fitting place for man’s Saviour.
I have said what I must. Death will soon claim me for his own.
Then I, like He, will not be tied to this earth.
Do let me know what you think.
I enjoy collaberations so if there is a project you think might be fun to work on together do drop me a line.
Any of the scripts (and there are others) are free to use - just drop me a line to let me know. I may want a ticket! Also happy to make adaptions if you need something specific.