My Words...

I am a playwright. I was once a want to be actor but without the thick skin, the courage and the time I have turned to writing the plays...and it's a fantastic fit...I have stories to tell...

Excerpt from Felt Angels written by Jenn Weatherall

 

He:

 She’s almost twenty and she’s at a loss. After being such a big shot in high school she’s lost…doesn’t know where to go or what to do so she’s running away to the big city where she prays to God she will find what she’s looking for. I don’t think she even knows what she’s looking for…besides herself…her life…She’s running away from what everyone thinks she should be doing and who she should be to search for whatever may inspire her enough to have the courage to be herself. She’s too young though…the odds of her actually succeeding and finding that…her…is so slim at this age. It’s almost sad to see all that hope in her eyes…

She:

 Wow. I do know her…

He:

 Yeah…so do I. Sometimes…sometimes I could just…

 

She:

 You are…

(She studies his face again.)

She:

…a surprise…