three little words
The challenge: write and film yourself performing an original monologue that is no longer than 60 seconds using the theme 'three little words'.
The competition has closed
our miniver minute monologue competition closed at midnight on the 28th June 2021 - thank you so much to all those who entered. we shall announce the three winners the week commencing the 5th July on our website and across our social media so make sure to follow us.
Check out our winners from the previous competitions...
nansi is a young actress who has mainly done off West End productions at venues like Theatre Peckham and Etcetera Theatre along with dabbling in short films, but with a passion for writing and producing her own work also. she is Currently in the process of writing a play and building up her network.
"But I was just on this app - Depop? No the one I sell clothes on babe, Anyway I got this message from this guy. So it was from this guy and he had sent me a private message asking to buy my underwear. Like offering a hundred quid a pair, it was insane. And you know me normally I’d just delete it but then I thought - wait a minute that’s more than I make in a day at the cafe ya know and all I’d have to do is wear some primark thong, so I replied to him and said I’d think about it because I wanted to ask you first/ No I don’t know him/ Of course he’s a stranger don’t be stupid as if/ You know I’m not calling you / PAUSE Anyway I just thought it was funny Right yeah It was a dumb idea I’m sorry."
mandi has experience Acting with the National Youth Theatre. She also has experience writing through the Royal Court New Writers Group.
"Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe. This is what my mind is always thinking about. Breathe. That thing that’s always at the back of my head. Swallow. It’s like these thoughts don’t seem to leave me alone. Breathe- and swallow. But how about if I forget? How about if one day I didn’t remember to swallow? Swallow- and breathe. Would I start drooling like a river until I drowned in my own saliva? Swallow. Or if I forgot to breathe? Would my body suffocate itself just because I’m the idiot who forgot to inhale enough oxygen to keep it alive? Just breathe. These are the thoughts that occupy my mind. Breathe. That no one can seem to understand. Breathe. They run at 100 miles per hour- especially at night. Breathe. When no one else is around. Just breathe. I know I think about these things more than what anyone would consider normal. In this prison I’ve built for myself... I’m scared I might forget... to breathe."
GEORGE HAS trained on the foundation course at the Oxford School of Drama. HE HAS also performed in several progressional performances associated with Phoenix Theatre Arts based in Essex and Hertfordshire.
"So I had this little toy rabbit when I was younger. It was a gift from when I was born. I later named him B, B for Bunny. I literally brought him everywhere with me, like, literally everywhere, like I wouldn’t even let my mum wash him cos then I didn’t want the smell to go. But I later lost him and I got proper upset with my mum and I think I said “oh I’ll run away if you didn’t find him” Think I was like 9. Then i was in secondary school and I was mates with this guy and we used to go into his back garden and smoke after-school and his little sister used to have rabbits in the garden and one day he stubbed his cigarette out on one of the rabbits and I fucking lost it. Started punching him, got proper angry at him. He made my life hell at school after that. Two weeks ago I was going through my mums old stuff, and I came across little B the bunny. I honestly think that’s why I’m here- that’s why I wanna give up."
Chelsea has worked on several short films and plays. At the start of 2020 she voiced a video game character with Pinewood Studios. Before covid-19, She was due to tour round Scotland with The Scottish Youth Theatre National Ensemble and also recently had a pint sized play published on PlayPie&APints social media platforms.
"He offers me coffee, before he left, he looked at me with the warmest eyes and smiled. I reached for a pen and paper and tried to write. It’s hard to find the right words to express how you feel. How do you tell someone that you value everything they do? How do you tell them that you know they never liked your home made spag bol but love that they pretended to? How can you apologise for all of their sleepless nights because of your tossing and turning, thinking about how you don’t feel the same anymore and there’s nothing else they could’ve done? How do you tell someone that you loved them sacredly, and wish you still did? How can you articulate that you fucking hate yourself for it but can’t go on? How do you tell someone that you wouldn’t have changed a thing about them but at the same time wish it was completely different? How do you say goodbye?"
James has performed in The Wizard of Oz at Beijing Playhouse and in Our Town also at Beijing Playhouse.
"When I was a kid, my granddad told me about the village hall in Moiyan, where he grew up. On the wall of this hall, there’s a picture of the eldest son of each generation of our family. I loved that idea – of being able to see that link to the past. So, here I am...I’ve come all this way to China to find the hall. But Moiyan’s not a village anymore. It’s 4 million people now. So I wandered around the city, asking people about the hall. And they laughed. Especially when I opened my mouth and they could hear I’m not Chinese – well, not really Chinese. But I eventually I found the exact location and…it’s gone. The hall’s completely gone. It’s just another lane in the road now. I had this idea that I’d come to China, and it would feel like going home. I even brought along a framed picture of myself."
Lewis is a playwright currently writing for screen with guidance from the development producer at the BBC. In the past he has been shortlisted and longlisted for several playwriting awards including the Bruntwood Prize and Lancaster Playwriting Prize. Last year whilst travelling he won a short theatre competition in Paris, France.
"The other day I stopped outside the house I’d grown up in as a kid, and saw the light was on in the font room. But instead of just a bulb hanging from the ceiling, they had a light-shade with flowers on it now. I kind of wanted to go and see what else had changed, so I undid the front gate as carefully as I could, because it used to creak and stick but I think they’d replaced it now, because it didn’t make a sound. Then walking towards the window, I lifted my feet up higher than usual because our pavement used to be all broken and cracked, but now it was smooth black tar. And then looking into the window, everything was so new and white…clean. But the thing that was most different was when I saw the family who were sat around the table playing this board game and, well, when I saw them they were… they were laughing."