I'm not really sure this belongs here, and i did have it in short stories for safe keeping but then i thought i'd just go for it. Also I know it seems long, but it will take you a mere  two minutes to read.
Some of you might recognise the style of this from a Tom Stoppard play. I attempted to have a go myself with the characters of Socrates and Aristotle.
It is a kind of satire i suppose. For those of you not familiar with Plato's Republic or philosophy, perhaps i should post a little background knowledge?
(ie. Socrates was known for the presentation of many doctrines, most of which weren't even his own but produced via endless open ended questioning of others.)
I'll wait and see what you think.
I apologise if this is really awful (which i fear it is!!) but i wanted to give it a go. As they say, if at first you don't succeed....
Comments appreciated

Characters: Socrates and Aristotle.

A: Where are we?
S: I believe we are in cave.
A: Oh right. Why?
S: Why do you think we are here?
A: I don’t know, that’s why I asked you.
S: Well, what does this place represent to you?

A: Walls of stone, complete darkness and creepy crawlies?
S: Philosophically speaking Aristotle, not literally.
A: Oh um…
S: Lets look at the wall before us. What do you see?
A: Shadows.
S: And what, this time literally speaking, are shadows.
A: Shapes?
S: Forms.
A: Right.
 

A: What about them?
S: Well what are we discussing?
A: Forms.
S: Before that.
A: Before we came to the cave?
S: Yes.
A: I can’t remember.
S: You can’t remember being anywhere before the cave?
A: No. Can you?
S: No.
A: Isn’t that a bit strange?
S: Perhaps.
A: So what are we doing here?
S: Arguing for the form of the good.
A: How do you know that?
S: I just do.
A: Ok. What’s that smell?
S: I just farted.
A: What’s that?
S: No idea.
A: But you still know you did it?
S: Yes.
A: Ok.
 

A: Hang on. There are at least a dozen shadows on that wall.
S: Yes.
A: And there are only two of us.
S: Shrewdly observed.
A: Where are these shadows coming from?
S: The prisoners Aristotle.
A: What prisoners?
S: The ones present in the allegory.
A: What allegory?
S: The allegory Plato has sent us here to argue for. Do you not know anything? Do you not pay attention?
A: Yes I pay attention, but no I do not know anything. Why is that?
S: Perhaps because you haven’t been born yet?
A: Oh. But you have? And that is why you are so wise?
S: No, actually I am dead.
A: Then how are you here?
S: How are you here?
A: I asked you first.
S: And I asked you second.
A: Do you always answer a question with another question?
S: Do you think I do?
A: Yes.
S: Fair enough.
A: So how can we be here if I have not been born yet, and you are dead?
S: We are characters in Plato’s book. Do you know Plato?
A: Not that I can recall.
S: He will be your teacher.
A: Ok.
S: So we have to explain this allegory.
A: Why?
S: Because it is written so.
A: And then what?
S: I don’t know.

A: The shadows are pointing.
S: So they are. Where are they pointing to?
A: That light back there.
S: What is that light?
A: A fire.
S: The shadows are pointing at the fire.
A: Yes.
S: Why?
A: They are cold?
S: Perhaps.
A: They want us to look at it?
S: Maybe.
A: Can the prisoners only see these shadows and nothing more?
S: It seems that way.
A: A bit boring isn’t it?
S: Most definitely.
A: Why don’t they go outside?
S: Is there an outside?
A: Yes up there, see?
S: I do.
A: Shall we go outside?
S:  Do you think we should?
A: Well we are supposed to be explaining about the form of good right?
S: Yes.
A: Well I say the form of good is out there.
S: Why do you say that?
A: These people lead a sheltered life. No good can come from not knowing anything.
S: There is intellect out there?
A: I don’t know. But there is most certainly a pizza hut. Can we go?
S: Sure.

They march out of the cave.

A: Ok, where are we now?
S: An art gallery.
A: Why?
S: To learn. He wants to teach you.
A: How will I learn here?
S: I am not sure. But Plato assures me that art will educate you.
A: Are you sure he meant art, as in paintings?
S: I think so. Why do you ask?
A: Because I have a strong feeling that he tried to banish art from the city. His idea of ‘art’ was literature.
S: You have not met him how can you possibly know?
A: I just do!
S: Well you are wrong.
A: If you say so.
S: This has also to do with forms.
A: Where are the forms?
S: On the paintings.
A: The paintings are splodges.
S: What is a splodge?
A: That. (points to a canvas). A form surely has shape.
S: Not necessarily.
A: And you can argue for this?
S: It is what I do.
A: On you go then.
S: A form is something construct perhaps?
A: Ok.
S: And this painting has been made by someone. And ‘made’ is another word for constructed.
A: Ok.
S: That’s it.
A: That’s your argument?
S: Yes. Why is it not satisfactory?
A: In a word. NO.
S: Can you do any better?
A: Well, no. I haven’t been taught anything yet. I am not even born.
S: Then my explanation will have to do.
A: Ok then, how am I to learn from these forms.
S: It is an image of life. True images can only educate you.
A: But this is not a true image.
S: How so?
A: It is an imitation.
S: Of what?
A: An emotion perhaps?
S: What kind of emotion produces colourful, as you would say, splodges?
A: Love?
S: Do you see colourful splodges when you are in love?
A: Kind of.
S: Kind of?
A: When I’m on E anyway.
S: What is E?
A: I don’t know. But I am sure it is something bad.
S: You are very wrong Aristotle.
A: This is not true. This is not reality. The word imitation does not suffice, would ‘depiction’ do?
S: Go on.
A: The raw object did not begin and end on this canvas. The artist saw it, felt it, whatever, then depicted it.
S: Explain further.
A: For example. Over there is a painting of a bed.
S: I see it.
A: The artist would have first seen the bed. This is reality, and in Plato’s mind, knowledge. Then the artist would have produced an imitation which is what you see on this canvas. That is false as it is not the original object. Another artist will have I’m sure imitated this picture and on it goes; each craftsman depicting their own idea of the original, the art then ending in a hugely false form. This been said, how can we learn from art?
S: You have confused me.
A: It is quite simple how can you be confused? Are you not wise?
S: I fear you mistake my arrogance and constant questioning in the face of pure perplexity, for wisdom.
A: So do you not agree?
S: No.
A: Then what do you think?
S: Let’s look at the bed again.
A: Ok.
S: The artist would have first seen the bed. This is reality, and in Plato’s mind, knowledge. Then the artist would have produced an imitation which is what you see on this canvas. That is false as it is not the original object. Another artist will have I’m sure imitated this picture and on it goes; each craftsman depicting their own idea of the original, the art then ending in a hugely false form. In this way we can learn from art. Art is false. It is sheer mimesis. Imitation of any reality is corrupt and flawed. Art in this form should be banned.
A: Isn’t that basically what I said?
S: No.
A: Yes it is. You are stealing my doctrine.
S: No I am not. I changed the last sentence. Mine makes much more sense.
A: Oh.
S: I am quite wise.
A: So I see.
S: I win.

A: Where are we now?
S: I am not sure.
A: I feel ill.
S: Why so?
A: I am lost. I don’t know who I am or where I am going next. It is all quite unsettling.
S: Perhaps it has more to do with that kebab you ate?
A: Maybe. That guy did look a bit dodgy. What kind of man wears, what did he call them, trousers?
S: I think I know where we are.
A: Yes?
S: Over there is a hangman’s noose.
A: Oh.
S: And there is a hollow of darkness.
A: So?
S: I fear we have reached the end of our journey.
A: I repeat, so?
S: It is time for me to die, and for you to be, well, not born.
A: How can I be ‘not born’?
S: I do not know but I think that dark spot over there has something to do with it.
A: I don’t want to go over there!
S: Well you have to.
A: No I haven’t won anything yet, I want to win an argument first.
S: You are stalling the inevitable Aristotle.
A: Well I don’t want to die!
S: You are not dying. You have yet to be born.
A: So if I am here, but I am not born, and I have to now go somewhere where I am not here, where is that?
S: I’m sorry, that made no sense.
A: Where does that dark place lead to?!
S: Nowhere.
A: If it lead to nowhere I would still be here.
S: Death?
A: How can I die if I am not born?
S: Limbo?
A: Where is that?
S: No idea.
A: yells out in frustration.
S: Wherever it is, it is surely as bad as death?
A: Why do you say that?
S: Because you are in a place where nobody knows who you are. A place of non existence. A place of no knowledge and that we have no knowledge about. In short, a place that is not real. Have we not just decided that anything unreal and void of intellect is corrupt?
A: No I believe you decided that.
S: Horses for courses.
A: Pardon?
S: Nothing.
A: what does that mean?
S: I just fancy a steak for dinner.
A: But you’re about to die.
S: Oh.
A: Nonetheless, what you just said doesn’t really make sense.
S: Why?
A: You say that such a place is as bad as death?
S: Yes?
A: So in short you saying that both are one in the same?
S: I believe so.
A: But in death, do people not still know who you are? You may not exist in a form but your ideas will live on and are ideas not knowledge? And if knowledge is the important factor here, and your knowledge lives on, in short, surely so do you?
S: My head hurts.
A: I’ve got it!
S: Got what?
A: We have established that truth is what is good. But not what truth in itself is. Truth is knowledge and knowledge is in our minds! Our minds are what is good and therefore what is truth. In that way you never die!
S: I am too old for this.
A: I’m just saying where I am going is a lot worse than where you are.
S: This is a waste of time.
A: What really constitutes a waste of time?
S: You are getting big for your boots.
A: peers down. No they fit me just fine.

S: This is it.
A: But I still don’t know where I am going!
S: You will be knowledgeable of that soon enough.
A: I’ll see you in another life?
S: No. I am dying.
A: But just because your body is not here, your ideas will be and are ideas not just……
S: Shut up Aristotle.