Young Writers discussion

Yeah, monologues! Everybody talk to themselves! Yeah!

MONOLOGUES FTW

MARVELLOUS.

YAAAY I LOVE MONOLOGUES! :D

My mind is so strange when I'm like this,” she says. “I’ll start to say a sentence, but then my mind will split up into about ten different ways that sentence could go and I have to think about them all and try and decide which thing I could say, but then I have no idea which one I should say. I hate all the layers of thoughts. The top layer and the bottom layer and the fast layer and the constant layer and the layer that gets forgotten and how they all jumble up together and I don’t know which one to focus on. I think too much and I’m too aware of emotions and my surroundings and I obsess too much about how other people will react to things I say and things I do and… and… and…,” she falters.

“Then I forget where I’m going with the sentence that I’m saying and I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know anything. Too many thoughts. Too many emotions. And then everything sort of freezes and there’s nothing for a second but it’s not the good kind of nothing, it’s the kind where you’re hyperaware that something is missing, that you’re frozen. That’s another thing. I always refer to how I’m feeling in the second person, like it’s normal to feel like this, even though apparently this isn’t how most peoples’ brains works when they think and talk and do things. So anyways, after the nothing more thoughts come and attack you- me, actually- and then I’m stuck in a cycle like this where everything spins around and around and tension builds up and I love the world and it’s beautiful and I love who I am but I wish sometimes I could sit and not think for a while. I wish I could relax. I wish I could disappear for a while or at least know what it’s like to not be constantly over analyzing things. I know I’m not always like this. My mind isn’t always stuck in this loop. There are times when I have normal thought processes (or somewhat normal thought processes) but in the moment it feels like those thoughts don’t count. They don’t mean anything. All I am is this loop of supercharged emotion and it’ll never end. I don’t even know if I really do want it to end because when it does I feel empty for a while like something is missing. I guess nothing will ever please me until the next magical thing comes along.”

Lav [we sleep until the sun goes down] wrote: "YAAAY I LOVE MONOLOGUES! :D

My mind is so strange when I'm like this,” she says. “I’ll start to say a sentence, but then my mind will split up into about ten different ways that sentence could go ..."

ME GUSTA.

Errrrm my characters don't monologue all that much, except in my plays. So, here is a short-ish monologue from a play!

It’s strange to hold a dying person. What are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Afterward, so many things you should have said come to mind. Even something simple––like asking what his name is, where his family is. And then there are the bigger things. You wish you could hear his life story, that you could know everything he’s ever known, everything he’s ever accomplished. You want to look through his eyes and see what images are flashing before him.

It’s strange … because you’d like to think death is something you can wait for. At the end of your long life, you’re supposed to lie down comfortably and wait for it. But in that moment when someone is dying right in front of you, you realize you can’t wait for death because death won’t wait for you. Death doesn’t always want to take you lying down. It wants to wait until you’re standing up. It wants to take you right off your feet.

Curse you. Curse you both. Curse you both for having the skills to write amazing monologues that work in and out of context. When I write monologues, they sound preachy.

*bows*

OH WAIT MY SERIAL KILLER IN MY SERIAL KILLER STORY LIKES TO GO ON MONOLOGUES IT'S KIND OF HIS THING AND YEAH

Holden wrote: "POST THEM, WOMAN."

I'M TOO LAZY TOO BRING THEM UP RIGHT NOW

~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Errrrm my characters don't monologue all that much, except in my plays. So, here is a short-ish monologue from a play!

It’s strange to hold a dying person. What..."

Haha that's okay. And thanks!

I love all of these that have been posted :|

Srs face.

Heh heh. I'm trying to look for other ones. Um. Well, here's something from a new scene I wrote for Unraveling. I guess it's not technically a monologue, because it's a little broken up by some little things in between. But, oh well.

“I saw this thing on TV once,” he said, “about these conjoined twin sisters––like, totally joined at the side. So, of course they had to do everything together, and learn to do everything when they basically only had one body and two heads. It was pretty amazing.”

I wasn’t sure exactly where he was going with this. “Uh-huh …”

“But anyway, there was this one part that really stuck with me. Their mom was talking about how they would like, lie down on the floor. And then one of them would move her arm across their stomach––because, you know, they only had one stomach. And they’d take turns being like, ‘Can you feel that? Can you feel this?’ So, they’d be trying to figure out where one of them started and the other ended.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. It might sound weird, but it made me feel kind of jealous.”

I looked over at him, and he was staring across the moonlit playground. “Why?” I asked.

“It’s kind of hard to explain, I guess. I just wondered what it would be like to be so close to someone, like that––to not know where you end and another person begins.”

Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Heh heh. I'm trying to look for other ones. Um. Well, here's something from a new scene I wrote for Unraveling. I guess it's not technically a monologue, because it's a little broken up by some lit..."

Oh my. That's awesome and vaguely creepy. But mostly awesome.

I figured I'd try one.

“And sometimes, you spend your whole life waiting, hoping, that the person you love is going to show up again. And then they don’t, not this time around. And you’ve missed them. You know, deep down, that you’ve got forever and eventually you'll see them again. But one lifetime is too much to waste. Forever doesn't seem like long enough."

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

He shrugged. "You know the thing about us? We aren't people, not really. Matter cannot be created or destroyed. The same can be said for souls. We say that people are recycled, that bits and pieces of the past go into every newborn, making an entirely different person. But me and you, we're the glitches. We're the souls that keep reappearing in the grand scheme of things, keep finding some newborn, some life to ruin. You get so, so lonely being as old as time. You get so, so lonely. That's why I wait."

Kriss wrote: "Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Heh heh. I'm trying to look for other ones. Um. Well, here's something from a new scene I wrote for Unraveling. I guess it's not technically a monologue, because..."

Thanks!

Kriss wrote: "I figured I'd try one.

“And sometimes, you spend your whole life waiting, hoping, that the person you love is going to show up again. And then they don’t, not this time around. And you’ve missed ..."

Oooh, I love that. Beautiful. :D

Holden wrote: "I am finally home and can post monologues! Yaaay!

From my play, One of Those Flying Dreams:

"I don’t like to talk about myself. I don’t need to relive nightmares every time someone’s curious ab..."

Oh my. This poor guy. I really love the last bit of it <3

Holden wrote: "I am finally home and can post monologues! Yaaay!

From my play, One of Those Flying Dreams:

"I don’t like to talk about myself. I don’t need to relive nightmares every time someone’s curious ab..."

I absolutely adore this. You write in such a natural way that's really compelling and convincing; like, I haven't read/seen the play and all I know about whoever's speaking is what they say here, but I can visualise them really clearly, as though I was familiar with them previously.

Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Heh heh. I'm trying to look for other ones. Um. Well, here's something from a new scene I wrote for Unraveling. I guess it's not technically a monologue, because it's a little broken up by some lit..."

Oh, I love this. I really love this.

Holden wrote: "I am finally home and can post monologues! Yaaay!

From my play, One of Those Flying Dreams:

"I don’t like to talk about myself. I don’t need to relive nightmares every time someone’s curious ab..."

MEEP I LOVE THIS PLAY. As you already know. xD

Thanks Lav and Yue. :D

Holden wrote: "T e s n i wrote: "All right, here's one from T2010NNWTCCT. It probably reads a bit weirdly; the woman the speaker's addressing isn't actually present, so I suppose she's really talking to herself?..."

I know I do. I don't think I have a single novel posted here any more. There's a really, really enormous plot hole in T2010NNWTCCT at the moment, though, and I can't really post any until I get it all sorted >.<

~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "T e s n i wrote: "All right, here's one from T2010NNWTCCT. It probably reads a bit weirdly; the woman the speaker's addressing isn't actually present, so I suppose she's really talking to herself?..."

thank you :3

Holden wrote: "Prepare for monologue spam. I...write a lot of them. xD

This is from my latest re-write of my Novel With the Ever-Changing Title That Currently But Probably Not For Long is Known As Broken-Winge..."

One thing: the last line, to me, reads as a little awkwardly phrased. I sort of feel like perhaps I'm waiting for you to go on and elaborate on the longing to join in? It feels a little fragmented.
Other than that, though, it really is excellent. You know already how much I like this novel.

NEVER READ TWINKLE LITTLE STAR. IT WILL MAKE YOU BAWL YOUR EYES OUT AND WILL CRUSH YOUR HEART AND SOUL.

Juuuust kidding. You should definitely read it. It's actually my favorite thing Holden has written.

FUNNY ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU LAUGH FOR A COUPLE MINUTES, BUT NOT FUNNY ENOUGH TO FIX YOUR HEART AND SOUL FOR ETERNITY.

No problem! It's a lovely play.

Make a character talk for a long time ... ? ;)