I announced a while back that I was posting an original monologue to my site each week as the Monologue of the Week. This topic is to let people know as each is posted.
The eleventh Monologue of the Week is "Dancer":
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He danced with me, and I was so proud, almost as if I was twelve again, as if I'd never gone to college or had a career. It was that simple, that familiar, to lean again against his chest, and I spun away and I returned, and he moved with his old grace...
The twelfth Monologue of the Week is "The Marionette Master":
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Here is a shepherd, a marionette, hitting another. And the audience cheers. Here is a dragon, about to eat a clown. And the audience screams. Here is a boy of paint and pine, trying to kiss a girl of straw and silk. And the audience sighs.
It's not so hard to make a show. You learn the tricks, what notes to play. And you stitch and nail and carve and sew until you have the players you need.....
The fourteenth Monologue of the Week is "Harlequin":
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How many times have you seen the harlequin, his face painted white, his hat in a point, skulking wickedly about the stage, cracking crude jokes, always undone in the end? He's made you laugh, he's kicked your troubles in the rump and sent them scurrying out of your life, for a short while, he's let you feel superior, if only to the likes of him....
Everybody in the building's been nice. They keep saying how glad they are to see me back at the front desk. And I'm doing rounds again. But only inside. I'm not ready for outside.
One day, I tried it. Walking around the building. When I got near that spot, my heart started beating....
The word is “rhinoceros”. Rye-Nahs-Air-Uss. It is a Latin word and refers to the horn on the animal's head. The animal is native to Africa and was first described by Herodotus in the fifth century B. C. It appears that this creature which, with some imagination, can be considered like a horse, albeit a fat, squat horse covered in leathery skin, this very animal you see before you gave birth to the myth of the unicorn. The unicorn, of course, is beautiful, and graceful, as this rhinoceros – Rye-Nahs-Air-Uss - most certainly is not.
"You ask my advice about acting? Speak clearly, don't bump into the furniture and if you must have motivation, think of your pay packet on Friday." Noel Coward.
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The twentieth Monologue of the Week is: "The Amazing Performing Monkey":
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He's just a damn monkey. Who do you think came up with these tricks? Do you think he taught himself the minuet? That he went to a dressmaker and got himself a gown? That he put on a uniform and started to march?
In proper cadence, mind you. I'll give him that. He keeps a beat well enough. And once I've taught him a trick, he'll do it to a faretheewell...
The twenty-first Monologue of the Week is "The Number":
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That number was still in my book. I'd forgotten it was there. But I was thumbing through the pages, my mind somewhere else. And there it was.
I hadn't even thought of it, since... since before. Then I knew it by heart. But since... Since then, I'd blocked it out. Scraped it from my brain cells. So this was like I'd tripped over it, and fallen flat on my face.
That's how hard it hit me. Mentally. I couldn't get up. I couldn't move. It all rushed in again...
The twenty-second Monologue of the Week is "The Chinese Shadow Show":
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What should we show you in the dark, but shadows? Not such dull phantoms as followed you here, dragging at your heels, but crowds of wonders, half-glimpsed hints of faraway lands.
Behind a hung cloth, we light a lantern, then one by one, the shapes come forth: dancing girls, prancing steeds, rows and rows of soldiers, holding scimitars and pikes; these followed by the imperial menagerie: tigers in cages, tethered falcons, twisting snakes, and, uncoiling from his snout and fangs, all the way back to the point of his tail, a huge dragon....
The twenty-third Monologue of the Week is "Midway Down":
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Midway down, I changed my mind.
The bridge was above me, the water below, and suddenly I saw it: Life hadn't been that bad. Sure, I had a ton of debts, no love life and pain in every joint. Jumping off a bridge had made perfect sense.
The twenty-sixth Monologue of the Week is "The Old Trick":
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Timmy Hornbeck asked me out again.
How strange. He was so mean when we were little, him and his sister. And then, because everybody liked them, the other kids were mean too. Especially that one time. Remember that trick they all played on me?
The twenty-seventh Monologue of the Week is "The Light and the Air":
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Some fish never break the water. The surface stays smooth, as they glide, wide-eyed, beneath it. They never give a glance to the sunlight, or the air. They're where they want to be, and that's that.
I was never like that, you see. I was a leaper, a splasher. I loved a good breath of the open air. The silence wasn't for me. I could never understand him, stuck down there in his depths.....
The twenty-eighth Monologue of the Week is "Text Two to Tango":
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I'm walking down the sidewalk, texting my friend, slamming him some really sick stuff. I was completely into it. I forgot to look where I was going. BAM! I walk right into this guy. Or, more like my phone runs into his phone. Because he was texting too. So it was like our phones were bumpers and the bumpers hit....
The twenty-ninth Monologue of the Week is "Wonderful":
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This reporter just left. She wanted to know how I did it. How I came so far so fast. What's so special about me, she wanted to know, that got me ahead of so many others? And wasn't it wonderful, she asked, to have so much happen all at once?
