“Sometimes there are things you can’t forget about, even when you try. They just pop into your brain outta nowhere. Walking home, or in line at the canteen, or when we were making out before. It smacks you right in the face. Right outta nowhere. I don’t know what’s so wrong about remembering.”

Caitlin and Oscar are hiding out in a motel in the middle of the Australian outback. No one knows they’re there, and seventeen-year-old Caitlin won’t tell fifteen-year-old Oscar why she’s running. They’re out of money and the only thing they have on them is a rare and valuable graphic novel, Hell’s Canyon. But Oscar doesn’t want to sell it. Not for this. Not for anything.

Hell’s Canyon is a play that celebrates everything magical about being a young person, the tenacity of teenage friendship, and our ability to transcend tragedy by reaching for the sublime.

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  • 2 total
  • 1 female identifying, 1 male identifying
  • 12 to 16, 16 to 18, 18+
  • teen, young adult, adult
  • Currency Press


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Female | Teen | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 17

EXTRACT: The music pulsing through my bones. So loud it fills up my brain and crowds out my thoughts. My head’s pounding from the amphetamine. Dancing so fast you’d think the whole world was on fire. And then, this is when it happens. This fucking explosion in my knee. My skin rips apart and I can see my bones, and they’ve turned to ash, crumbling, and I fall fast and hard to the floor. My hands stretch out to catch me and smash right through the floorboards. Fuzzy edges. Through the concrete, and the whole room rips apart.

Adult language


Female | Teen | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 26

EXTRACT: On the couch under my doona. Presets blasting on my iPod. Mums out getting hot pies and red bull and chocolate and magazines- anything to distract me. My phone screen flashes up- Unknown number. Not now. Where’s mum? Block call. Flashing again. Unknown number. Block. Flashing again. One voicemail received. Delete. This is bullshit.

Adult language


Female | Teen | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 34

EXTRACT: I feel sick. Gross and heavy. My useless cloudy heart and foggy brain. Couldn’t sit up even if I wanted to. Your fucking stupid voice - “There’s no friendship to swear on, Caitlin" - smashes me in the chest. And I’m falling- backwards- off a cliff- hurtling towards the sea- right toward the cosmic barrier where the desert and the ocean meet.

Adult language

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