Recommended by Francis RTM Boyle

Ouch. The pathos here is biting for anyone who has ever been a secret admirer. They don't think they're stalkers, but the line between love and negative preoccupation could be troublesome to the object of their affections. This entirely relatable moment is very well crafted.

I had the good fortune to be part of a reading of this script, and it is just delightful. This is a crowd-pleasing piece that would make a bright addition to any theatre's season. It has just the right mixture of spoof and comedy, theatre-inside jokes and pacing. Both the comedic and mystery elements are dialed in and it is ready for stage, radio, or podcast.

It's an intensely clever piece, and any author's nightmare. The "fan" who appears incredibly interested in you, your work, and maybe more than your work, but who has an opinion on everything and knows how to fix it. The comedy is quick and reminds me of Check, Please. It would make a great addition to a short play festival.

Well, hot damn. Jonte does it again, and this piece is a wonderful celebration of sensuality. Broad of your back (Matthew is correct, go read it) and this are joined at the hip. The speaker dreams of a languid enjoyment, a need for the fulfillment of the senses and instead encounters a moron. So be it. We're gifted this love note (wow, the note in this piece) to a yearning, and it's a great one indeed.

Time for a cold shower.

This is a guileless, judgment free plea/demand of passionate sexuality. The drive to devour, the hunger to be with someone, every blessed thing comes across in this monologue.

This is desire in verbal form, a firestorm.

I suspect every man would like to hear someone deliver this to/about them.

Wow.

They're five years old. Five. And what's not entirely understood of abuse at that age is how it comes across in the most normal conversations. Amid conversation you come to hear details of the lives of these five year olds that make you want to save them.

And yet that's not the most horrifying part. What's horrifying is that at this age, small people believe what happens to them is proper or deserved, perhaps even an act of love. The way they report their attacks is matter of fact as well as recreational. It's unfortunately true. Well Done.

This play shines a light upon a side of accusation seldom widely considered- the other one. What if, instead of believing only the accuser, we consider the views of everyone involved?

A journalism student faces a consequence of having only interviewed an accuser, and, years later, has an uncomfortable conversation with the accused. A challenging piece and worth production.

The risk everyone runs when they cross paths with one of we odd fellows is to be immortalized for the wrong reasons. Part of me pities McMorran's speaker, and part of me wants to laugh in his face. Well played.

The revision from the two-minute version still packs a wallop. It is a clear telling of this incredibly difficult moment. It's difficult to feel either like an intruder or a friend, perhaps even a therapist. Well-done.

It's a devastating and wholly accurate look at the impact and echo of some deep, deep pain. Brave and bitter. You hope the speaker finds peace.