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 “I Love You” 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: #10 I love you

I remember how miserable I was before I met you. I was never able to stay with anyone for longer than a couple of weeks. I don’t know…I just think all the other men got tired of me really easily. And every time one of them would dump me, I would spend hours and hours, mourning my loss. Those moments seemed like such a waste of time. But now I know that every loss, every failed relationship, was just bringing me one step closer to you.

And now I’m truly happy. I can smile freely, contently, and happily. Thank you. You made me realize that love can exist, that it does exist. And I love you.

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 “The Cheater” 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: #9 The Cheater

I fell in love for all the wrong reasons, which is such a cliché to say, but it’s the truth. Max made me feel like the only person in the room. It didn’t matter where we were – we could be in a crowded room and he’d make me feel like I was the center of attention – like the spotlight was on me. And then only later did I discover that once my back was turned he made dozens and dozens of other women feel like they were the only one in the room with him. I’d leave for a minute and he’d be busy giving his number out to other women. I suppose I should have seen it coming – I was attracted to him in the first place because of how…attractive he is – he’s incredibly handsome with beautiful brown eyes, a sharp smile, and great body. And that was it – there was no real intellectual connection between us. It was only a physical attraction. And when I found out he wasn’t dating me exclusively, I was a mess. I wasn’t expecting something like that to happen. But I should have known better…

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 “Alone” 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: #8 Alone

Some people are terrified of being alone, but I’m not. I dunno, as a kid I had an incredible imagination and could spend hours and hours playing all alone. I’d spend time with friends too, it’s just for some reason I was perfectly happy and content with being alone. I’ve never been like one of those people that needs to constantly be surrounded by others. In fact, the mere thought of being constantly surrounded by people is exhausting.

There was a point in time when I was in high school, and whenever I was around other people I found myself hating myself. It was like being in a crowded room made me feel more alone than I’ve ever felt before. And I started getting depressed when I was actually alone. When I was around my so-called high school friends I felt like an idiot, like something was wrong with me. And these feelings would linger on when I was alone.

It took me a while to realize these friends of mine weren’t really friends. So I shed them and over the years I picked up new friends who were more kind hearted. And then I began to like myself again and started feeling okay with being alone.

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.

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: #7 Headphones

Eric is so unbelievably, incredibly full of himself. And he’s such a music snob. He thinks just because he listens to music that no one’s ever heard of, that makes him so artsey and more authentic than everyone else. And I like to listen to music they don’t really play on the radio, unless it’s one of those small indie rock stations or local college stations or something like that. And Eric likes to make fun of me because other people have actually heard of the bands I’ve listened to. Well obviously I couldn’t have been the only one who ever listened to these bands, especially if they’re ever going to get anywhere in life, people had to listen to them before me. You know, like record labels and producers, people need to promote groups so they can actually get listeners. But Eric is so proud about bragging about groups no one has heard of. Do you really want to brag about a group that only about five people on the entire planet have heard of? They aren’t really going to get anywhere if no one has ever heard of them…That makes sense, doesn’t it? I’m not going crazy with that logic, am I? The last time I checked you want a musician who actually has fans in order to keep releasing albums. Anyway, Eric has been mocking me because I like to listen to music on an ipod, and I’m not trying to be all vintage like he is and listen to mix tapes on a Walkman or listen to old school vinyl records. I don’t even know where I’d get a Walkman or record player these days…and quite honestly I don’t really want to lug around heavy equipment when I just really want to listen to my music. And he also loves to mock me because I like to wear earbuds instead of those large “hey I like music” headphones that you see on really serious, studious music listeners or those really emo guys. And that Eric…nothing gets past him, he hones on any small thing related to music…I guess all I can really do is tune him out with my headphones. Just turn that volume up.

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.

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: #6 Coffee Addict

Is it weird that I get excited at the smell of freshly ground coffee beans? Or that I can’t help but walk briskly, practically skipping, when I step into a local coffee shop? At least I haven’t gotten to the point where I drool at the mere mention of the word “coffee.” But I suppose I’m not that far off from doing so.

Ah coffee…I really can’t think of a better drink. It fuels me. And I suppose my addiction to having a couple cups of coffee a day is catalyzed by how sleep deprived I am. I’m a working woman, so I really don’t have time to get the required…what is it now? Eight hours of sleep? I need at least half those eight hours to take care of work. So alas, I’m sleep deprived with these sunken eyes. And I wouldn’t be able function this way if it wasn’t for my good old friend coffee.

I just love everything about it. That little kick you get in your first couple of sips. And I love going to local restaurants where they give you a nice big, rounded mug of coffee – it’s almost like a soup bowl. I like just wrapping my hands around the mug, especially on a cold day, and just feel the warmth of that fantastic cup of coffee.

When I’m sitting in a nice cozy coffee shop, taking deep breathes of coffee bean infused air, clasping a nice hot cup of coffee, sipping it slowly, just taking my time, all I can think is ah – this is the life!

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 “The Artist’s Life is a Hard Life” 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: #5 The Artist’s Life is a Hard Life

Written by Maggie Coyle

The moment I decided to become an artist was the exact same moment the entire world decided to tell me this was a horrible, terrible idea.

“I’m an artist,” I’d say to my friends and family with such enthusiasm. Their response? They roll their eyes, sigh, and tell me that I’m out of my mind. They tell me I won’t amount to much of anything because no one really cares for artists. Who needs artists when there’s cheap, easy to buy prints readily available at cheap retail stores? Who needs artists when everyone wants to spend money on electronic gadgets and expensive cruises for vacation?

Right after I labeled myself an artist, society seemed to reject me. They suddenly had a platform and I was their target audience.

How do they expect me to react? They tell me I’ll never be successful, that I’m crazy, unrealistic, and need to get my head out of the clouds. Do they think I’ll suddenly shake their hand and thank them profusely for finally opening my eyes up to what a no good loser I’ve been for trying to pursue something so meaningless and pointless? Honestly – if I told them I was going to be a doctor, scientist, or lawyer, I feel like they’d beam and nod in agreement that without a doubt I’ll do great things. How rude. Really.

Don’t they know this world would be a hopeless bore without art? We wouldn’t have movies and music to entertain us. We wouldn’t have lovely artwork decorating our houses, and famous art to visit in museums. We wouldn’t have dance. The arts give meaning to life.

So what do I have to say to all the doubters? Good day! There’s nothing else to really say to them – I can’t really change what they believe. They’re going to believe what they’re going to believe. The only way I can sway them is by accomplishing great things as an artist. Through my successes, I’ll prove them wrong.

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.

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 “Insomnia” 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: #1 Insomnia

Written by Maggie Coyle

You know one week I was sleeping soundly every night and then one night I just—I couldn’t. My mind just wouldn’t shut-up. I tried closing my eyes for several minutes–still nothing. And I kept propping myself up on an elbow and looking over at the alarm clock to see how much time I’d have to left to actually get some rest. And time just couldn’t care less—it kept going on and on. 1 a.m. 2 a.m. 3 a.m.

By 5 a.m. I was just desperate. I knew I needed some amount of sleep to actually function the next day. My eyes ached, my head hurt. But my mind wouldn’t just give in and take a break for the night. I tried taking a warm shower, drinking some hot green tea, counting sheep or whatever, but still nothing. It was no use.

Before long it was morning, and I spent that entire week with insomnia. I think got a total of a half hour of sleep that entire time. I have no idea how on earth I managed to function with so little shut-eye, but I did. And then one miraculous day, I crept home from school, just dropped my bags, wandered into my warm living room, just sprawled out on the couch and closed my eyes. And the sleep just came.

And this whole ordeal with losing Shawn reminds me of that week. Right now it just feels unbearable – I’m just moving along without much rest, my body tired, fatigued, and my mind just aching with heartbreak. And I know that someday, somehow, this will all seem far behind me, and I’ll finally get some rest, relax, close my eyes, and fall asleep.