“Eighty-Nine Ants” (drama) 1-2 Minutes

Photo Courtesy Binux

(A GIANT EYELID is captured  center stage hanging in mid-air.  This man speaks from within it.)

THIS MAN:  A young girl came out of my pupil and told me when I was going to die.  I didn’t believe her.  How would she know?  She made me look down at the ground at a mountain of ants.  They formed a number.  The number was eighty-nine.  I was to live until I was eighty-nine.  I stomped on all the ants.  The blood stained concrete kept my number and I ran off as my heart pounded out of my chest…I caught my heart before it hit the ground and in my hand was a pack of….

This young girl, not sure how old she was, not sure where she went.  Not sure.  When I turned eighty-nine, I died.  I died alone…and was carried off by eighty-nine ants.  Eighty-nine ants…eighty-nine ants.

My whole life I waited to see if this young girl was right.  If this young girl knew when I would die.  My whole life.  I waited.  She knew.  The age of my death, she knew.  But why?  Why did I kill those eighty-nine ants?

But why?

“fhk” (drama) 1 Minute

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(an angry woman.  she is center stage with a white spotlight on her.  she mimes walking by remaining  in one spot.)

(every fhk is a point of her finger like a conductor orchestrating a symphony)

Fhk!  You fhk!  I don giv a Fhk!  You fhkn fhk.  Fhkn fhk!  All the fhkn time is just fhkn fhk fhk!  So sick of all the fhkn fhk!  Fhk!  FHK!  FHK!  FHK!  (beat)  Thas fhkn it! Fhk!  Fhk! You hear FHK!  You fhkn fhk fhk! (beat) Fhkn fhk fhk fhk! FHKN FHK!  (beat) You fhkn fhk fhk fhk!  FHKN FHK! (beat) Fhkn fhk fhk fhk!  You fhkn (beat) fhk.

(sound of dumpster truck dropping steel container, colliding against rear mouth of truck)

Fhk!  You fhk!  I don giv a Fhk!  You fhkn fhk.  Fhkn fhk!  All the fhkn time is just fhkn fhk fhk!  So sick of all the fhkn fhk!  Fhk!  FHK!  FHK!  FHK!  (beat)  Thas fhkn it! Fhk!  Fhk! You hear FHK!  You fhkn fhk fhk! (beat) Fhkn fhk fhk fhk! FHKN FHK!  (beat) You fhkn fhk fhk fhk!  FHKN FHK! (beat) Fhkn fhk fhk fhk!  You fhkn (beat) fhk.

(sound of dumpster truck dropping steel container, colliding against rear mouth of truck)

Writings by Daniella Alma

Hello!  Once in awhile Monologue Blogger does a Guest Post on the site featuring other blog writers or actor monologue videos.  Today, I would like to share with you a Guest Writer by the name of Daniella Alma.  Daniella has a wonderful blog site that shares her fantastic poetry.  Below are two samples of Daniella’s work.  For more, check out her writings at:  www.Daniella-Alma.com 

A BUS RIDE AWAY
by Daniella Alma

A woman embraces her baby’s head, with a worn out hand. Holds it close as she lightly kisses it’s delicate hands. She looks into the eyes of her and his creation and thinks of a day when these moments will pass’ when the tiny feet has the ability to run free and no longer will be limp in her arms. She sighs at the thought of the passing of time, of why moments like this are too great to stay and through each bus bell ring she whispers sweet nothings to grip hold of the seconds in time.

INTO HIS WORLD
by Daniella Alma

I followed him. He looked lost as I walked past the bushes that were beaten back as an entrance to the beach. His body seemed moved by the storm. He looked weak. I stopped there, I stopped when the second strike of lighting came down. I didn’t walk into the darkness of his world. I felt in danger. I turned around, walked back into the loudness of the beach town, empty and unfound.

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