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Terry James Thorpe

Welcome. This site is dedicated to the writings and miscellaneous creative endeavours of me, Terry James Thorpe.  I’m an amateur playwright based in the beautiful city of Stavanger. Take a look around. Put your feet up, read a script or two and drop me a line if you like. I’d love to hear from you.

My Latest script

The Devils Gambit: A Devlin Flynn Adventure

by Terry James Thorpe

Set in 1930’s England, The Devil’s Gambit is a thrilling, Detective romp with an occult twist. When the beautiful daughter of a powerful man is abducted, occult Detective Devlin Flynn is called upon to help investigate the mysterious disappearance. Teaming up with an ambitious young detective, they uncover a dangerous occult organisation at the heart of the British Empire. They must risk their lives and their very souls in a battle of Good Vs Evil to save the day and protect the realm from the Powers of Darkness.

My Scripts

The Masked Rider in
 How The West Was Won(ky)

Once Upon a time… In the West! A Traditional British Pantomime with a Wild West twist. Featuring musical parodies of Rock and Country classics, slapstick and largerthan-life characters. The Wild West has never been wilder. Or sillier.


4 Plays with a dark twist, hosted by a Narrator of dubious intentions.

The Majestic

The Majestic is a Musical Drama featuring Jazz classics of the 1930‘s and 40′s. It tells the story of The Majestic Theatre and the lives and loves entwined in it’s history.

The (mis) Adventures of Robin Hood

The Timeless Legend of Robin Hood as you’ve never seen it before. A Traditional British Pantomime full of slapstick, witty one-liners and rousing musical numbers.

What I’m working on now 

Never go into DARKTOWN after DUSK.

DON’t pick up LO-TEK’S.

Never, ever get out of the cab.

In a bleak dystopian future what was just another night for a cynical, washed out cabbie takes an unexpected turn when he breaks his own rules to help a young girl in trouble.

“I watched the deformed, crimson glow of the impotent sun, slide, reluctantly from view, like the last desperate encore of some Hollywood has-been. Behind it, that great icon of hope, reduced to a crumbling metaphor for all the broken dreams it had ferried into the arms of the city beyond. I pressed the glass of the bottle against my lips and drank deeply. Letting the sweet, stinging elixir do its work. Another hour, another few fares to take me back across town to my cube, then I’d call it a night. It would be dark soon. The curtain of night already starting to close around the city as if to hide from view the sins of its inhabitants, sins that always followed the night, like a stray dog begging for scraps.”


You can’t be a playwright without believing there’s an audience for adventurous work.

– David H. Whang


The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

– William B. Yeats


An actor without a playwright is like a hole without a doughnut.

– George J. Nathan

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