Brigits Flame September Mini Contest
I love brigits_flame so much that I had to try the mini contest.
This is the first time, I've written a monologue. I never write in first person either, so this was a great challenge. I'm looking forward to reading what you think. To be honest, I don't know what I think either!
This is a one-woman show, so the piece will need to use only one speaker, and please bear the female actor in mind.
~*~The Topic~*~
---Confessions---
Once upon a time… I was born.
That’s how I want the story of my life to start. I know it’s unoriginal, but I don’t care. When it comes to my birth and childhood, I have the memory span of a goldfish!
Let’s skip all the uninteresting details, the self-consciousness, the self-pity, the boredom to focus on… on the rest, you know.
No, you don’t!
At least, you think you do, but you don’t! I’m not as WYSIWYG as you can imagine!
I like to believe nobody is. Nobody! Not even you!
They say don’t judge a book by its cover. I wonder who they are because nobody ever does.
We all judge people the second we saw them. I bet you already made your mind about me!
Don’t bother! You’re off the mark! Unless… you know what? I’m going to tell you, just to see the look of astonishment growing on your face!
Okay, so, hum, where to begin?
I went to see mother. I told her about Mary. How inspiring her life is to me. How courageous, magnificent, graceful and selfless she is. How she fills my heart with intricate sentiments of happiness, serenity and love that I want to consecrate my life to her.
Mother says she understands. I believe she is relieved. She says that at least I won’t risk an unplanned pregnancy. That is all she has in mind. I can’t blame her. My two older sisters set the wrong example. “Hopefully, the younger will follow your path, Jo,” Mother says.
I think she misunderstood or maybe she pretends to accept something she can’t fully comprehend.
I refuse to be dead to them. I know that in most cases that is what it takes. That is what happens. I’m aware of the sacrifice. It’s a commitment.
So you see you were wrong about me... or maybe not so much!
I will tell mother again, until she understands and comes to terms.
I made my decision. I quit today. This part of my life is behind me.
Now I understand better. I feel in harmony with people’s desires and feelings, with the world even!
I love someone.
Her name is Mary. We met in seminary.
She’s no Virgin. She’s a Virgo, though.
Jo and Mary. They lived happily ever after.
That’s how I want the story of my life to end.
This is the first time, I've written a monologue. I never write in first person either, so this was a great challenge. I'm looking forward to reading what you think. To be honest, I don't know what I think either!
This is a one-woman show, so the piece will need to use only one speaker, and please bear the female actor in mind.
~*~The Topic~*~
---Confessions---
Once upon a time… I was born.
That’s how I want the story of my life to start. I know it’s unoriginal, but I don’t care. When it comes to my birth and childhood, I have the memory span of a goldfish!
Let’s skip all the uninteresting details, the self-consciousness, the self-pity, the boredom to focus on… on the rest, you know.
No, you don’t!
At least, you think you do, but you don’t! I’m not as WYSIWYG as you can imagine!
I like to believe nobody is. Nobody! Not even you!
They say don’t judge a book by its cover. I wonder who they are because nobody ever does.
We all judge people the second we saw them. I bet you already made your mind about me!
Don’t bother! You’re off the mark! Unless… you know what? I’m going to tell you, just to see the look of astonishment growing on your face!
Okay, so, hum, where to begin?
I went to see mother. I told her about Mary. How inspiring her life is to me. How courageous, magnificent, graceful and selfless she is. How she fills my heart with intricate sentiments of happiness, serenity and love that I want to consecrate my life to her.
Mother says she understands. I believe she is relieved. She says that at least I won’t risk an unplanned pregnancy. That is all she has in mind. I can’t blame her. My two older sisters set the wrong example. “Hopefully, the younger will follow your path, Jo,” Mother says.
I think she misunderstood or maybe she pretends to accept something she can’t fully comprehend.
I refuse to be dead to them. I know that in most cases that is what it takes. That is what happens. I’m aware of the sacrifice. It’s a commitment.
So you see you were wrong about me... or maybe not so much!
I will tell mother again, until she understands and comes to terms.
I made my decision. I quit today. This part of my life is behind me.
Now I understand better. I feel in harmony with people’s desires and feelings, with the world even!
I love someone.
Her name is Mary. We met in seminary.
She’s no Virgin. She’s a Virgo, though.
Jo and Mary. They lived happily ever after.
That’s how I want the story of my life to end.