Screenplaywriting Stories

The play starts off with a ring from the doorbell of the home belonging to Bren aka Brenda Murphy. Brenda just finished college and feels empty, she had dreams of becoming a world wide phenomenal writer like Stephen King,Edgar Allan Poe,or J.k Rowling but instead she sat in her room in full isolation mode. Her wasted degree wasn't the only grieve Bren had to endure she recently lost a loved one. Growing up Bren always felt like the odd man (woman) out in whatever relationship she involved herself with; whether it was with her family members, men, and even the small branch of friends she managed to gather through the years. In conclusion she wasn't happy far from it, life felt like a waste; but instead of finding the easy way out with a sniff or drowning in liquor she spent her Fridays and Saturdays nights in her cottage home on her desktop writing shitty romance novels. In the dead of the night she gets an unlikely guest.