100 Monologues is a project where I’m writing monologue scripts, performing, and filming the pieces. Since I’m beginning to dabble in acting, the project is meant as a means for me to acquire more acting experience where I can work on refining my craft. You can find out more about the project here.

Below is the script from the “Not Really that Bad of a Day” monologue. The script isn’t exact to my performance above, but my performance is based on it. If you’re a student who would like to perform this monologue for class, just make sure you credit me, Maggie Coyle, as the author. For any other use of the script, please contact me.

100 Monologues: #4 Not Really that Bad of a Day

Written by Maggie Coyle

I just had the worst day. You’re never going to believe this. So I was running late for work and get caught behind some ridiculously slow walking guy. And I can’t even walk around him because cars are just rushing by on the road next to us and some genius turned half the sidewalk into his own potted garden or an extension of his garden or whatever. So I’m practically walking on his heels until we get to an area where I have enough room to get out in front of him. Then I get to the metro and some idiot walks right into me. Like really? You really didn’t see me? At all? I mean if he was blind or carried a cane, then okay, but this guy, this guy could see.

Then the metro doors closed on me – I did have the luck of a couple passengers who helped me pry open the doors so I could get completely on board and I didn’t have to be stuck half-way on a moving train.

When I got to my stop someone practically shoved me to the ground so they could get where they wanted to go. People can be such jerks. I mean come on!

Then as I got to my office I realized I’m missing my purse – with keys and wallet and everything – like things couldn’t get any worse. So I’m in a panic trying to retrace my steps when this woman approaches me with my purse. She says she was looking all over for me so she could return it since she saw me drop it a few blocks back. I thanked her and checked to make sure everything was in order and sure enough –everything was there. So I was a bit cranky when I got to the office because of everything that happened – but…actually it wasn’t that bad of a day. I mean – wow…a couple people helped save me from being stuck in the doors of a moving train. Someone returned my belongings without keeping any of the money in my wallet for themselves. You know…wow…I’m actually pretty lucky. Yeah, I’m going to stop complaining now…

100 Monologues is a project where I’m writing monologue scripts, performing, and filming the pieces. Since I’m beginning to dabble in acting, the project is meant as a means for me to acquire more acting experience where I can work on refining my craft. You can find out more about the project here.

Below is the script from the “Miss Priss” monologue. The script isn’t exact to my performance above, but my performance is based on it. If you’re a student who would like to perform this monologue for class, just make sure you credit me, Maggie Coyle, as the author. For any other use of the script, please contact me.

100 Monologues: #3 Miss Priss

Written by Maggie Coyle

Like the world is my oyster and I’m like the pearl inside. Actually…wait, do oysters make pearls? Well, anyway, that’s beside the point. Everyone tells me that I’m like this bright ray of sunshine, you know? Like I light up a room and make it glow when I smile. But that kinda makes me wonder why I can’t read in the dark at night – I mean when I smile shouldn’t it light up the page? Or maybe that’s because I’m not really meant to every read, you know? Like I should focus on other stuff, you know? Like important stuff like fashion and bright colors — Anyway, oh wait, that’s right, you wanted to know the time? Oh, you want to know where Main Street is, you say? I’m actually not from around here, I’m from up North, you know like…[trails off]

100 Monologues is a project where I’m writing monologue scripts, performing, and filming the pieces. Since I’m beginning to dabble in acting, the project is meant as a means for me to acquire more acting experience where I can work on refining my craft. You can find out more about the project here.

Below is the script from the “Dreams (of writing)” monologue. The script isn’t exact to my performance above, but my performance is based on it. If you’re a student who would like to perform this monologue for class, just make sure you credit me, Maggie Coyle, as the author. For any other use of the script, please contact me.

100 Monologues: #2 Dreams (of writing)

Written by Maggie Coyle

When I was a kid, everyone told me that anything was possible, that I could do anything. I grew up thinking about how I’d change the world some day, and that seemed completely believable. I wasn’t sure how I’d change the world – I mean I was told I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up, so I thought I’d be a ballerina or a princess, and I suppose I would change the world that way somehow. But then I fell in love with literature and reading, and then I started thinking that I’d become a writer some day. I discovered the power of the written word and thought about how I could change peoples’ lives with my stories. So I spent countless nights scribbling away in journals and spiral notebooks. I wrote down every poem and story that came to my head. My pen devoured pages. I was hungry for writing and couldn’t get enough of it.

Then I went to college. The professors and my peers tried to wake me up so I’d quit dreaming about becoming a novelist. And it almost worked, until I realized what was going on. They were telling me that I wouldn’t make it. That I wouldn’t be able to make a living off my writing, because no one these days really could. My professors were jaded because they weren’t full-time writers, and my peers were trying to cut down their competition. But you know…I still couldn’t wake up from my dreams.

I realized that I had become an adult, and suddenly the world was telling me that I have limits, that the world is more confined and the sky is no longer the limit. And that got me thinking, why was everyone talking to me when I was a kid with open arms and encouragement? What happened to that? Is this some sort of sick joke for the youth?

Well I say ignore that. Ignore the people trying to discourage you now. I was told I would do great things, and by god, I will do great things. I will become whatever I want to become. And I will do what my heart always knew I’d be destined to do. I say enough of the Debbie Downers, and enough of the cynics who just like to stomp on other people’s dreams.

I’m not going to give up on my dreams. I don’t think anyone else should.