Minute Monologue
We at Miniver Theatre decided we wanted to try our best to encourage the flow of creative juices during lockdown.
We hopeD that by doing so we could also potentially provide a little bit of help to fellow theatre makers who may be struggling in these strange times.
The challenge: write and film yourself performing an original monologue that is no longer than 60 seconds.
Challenge
Miniver theatre's
No theme.
no set style.
edited however you like.
no specialist equipment needed.
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And the winners are...
Nansi Love
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 chivasa
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 Jack
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."
Thank you to everyone for entering our competition - we're so grateful for over 150 monologue submissions!
