Jos Hewlett

Unnamed's Untold Story

I knew a kid that lived in their head. For the purpose of this story and to avoid redundancy, we’re going to call this kid Unnamed. To Unnamed, the world outside wasn’t kind or very fun, so they hung out with the characters they created and stayed in their head their entire life, twenty three years to be exact. This kid, well, they struggled with loneliness, which made sense because they never liked to cross the threshold of their mind’s front door. Whenever they did, they often were made to feel weird or different so it became easier and easier to never leave their mind. As Unnamed got older they started doodling in class. Well actually, they started writing in class, specifically dialogue. Their notebook margins were filled with characters and their conversations that Unnamed thought of as their Spanish teacher taught them how to conjugate verbs. On two separate occasions Unnamed pulled all nighters to write screenplays in improper script writing format because the story in their head demanded to be told at the early hours of a weekday. Instead of blood, Unnamed had stories flowing through their veins. Instead of nerves, there were brand new pieces of paper just begging to be marked with ink. Taking advantage of this medical phenomenon, Unnamed embarked on a journey to make a career out of living in their head.