Angry Female Monologue List

Don’t let the title of this post mislead you.  This is a list of female dramatic monologues (another list) but please note that they all contain a level of intensity.

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1. RRRR!!!! (drama) 1-2  Minutes
2. Used (drama) 2-3 Minutes
3. Unsnarl My Skin (drama) 1 Minute
4. The Purity of White (drama) 1 Minute
5. Grease Fighter (drama) 2 Minutes
6. He Read My Poems! (drama) Under 1 Minute
7. Growling and Barking (drama) 2-3 Minutes
8. Same Routine, Different Day (drama) 1 Minute
9. Words That Were Spoken (drama) 1 Minute
10. What Did You Expect? (drama) Under 1 Minute
11. On Edge (drama) 1 Minute
12. Empty Shell (drama) 1 Minute
13. Repeat After Me (drama) 2 Minutes
14. Patiently Waiting (drama) 1 Minute
15. One (tragedy) 1 Minute
16. The Sound of Slippers (drama) 3 Minutes
17. Bubble World (drama) 1 Minute
18. The Push (drama) 1-2 Minutes
19. The Monologue Sonata – Number 4
20. He’ll Realize (drama) 1-2 Minutes

“Used” (drama) 2-3 Minutes

Photo Courtesy Arty Smokes

(lights up)

TIFF: Ifff you don’t insert yourself inside of me, I swear to God I will speak to your wife about us. (pause.) If you think you can just fuck me and toss me aside like I’m some random piece of ass, you have another thing coming. NO MAN will ever treat me like that.  I want it TWICE!  You will take me again, right now and have your way with me.  (pause.) Stop looking like a scared little boy and take me.  (smacking him across the face)  You disgust me! You pig! You Goddamn PIG!  TAKE ME!! You grab me and take me! (as she rips her shirt open) TAKE ME!! (pause.) You are weak…you are human waste; pathetic whimpering FAG.  GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!! Get out! Get out! Get out!  Get out—now! (she cries alone — takes a seat — long pause — to herself) Animal—sick, sick—animal…I will burn his life; I will burn, burn, burn his life. (long pause — she jumps up and runs to open front door)  (calling out) JAKE!  JAKE! JA— (she slams door shut and grabs her cellphone) Son of a bitch–answer! Answer…(sighs)…(leaving message) Jake, it’s me — look, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I don’t, I didn’t mean to get angry like that.  Look I, you can’t make someone like me feel used…I thought I was—thought we shared passion—(sighs)—I just, I’m all discombobulated about this–please, come back.  Please, come back Jake.  I’m so sorry. I know I said some things but I was angry Jake.  You know I was just angry.  Okay?  Alright?  Can we be friends again, Jake?  Can we—(phone cuts out)  Damn it!!! (she calls him again — he answers) JAKE! Hey, it’s me, I just left you—(she listens — trying to get a word in) But! You!  —N!—I—You! Hel—Hello?! Hello??!!  (she calls him again) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on…(she gets his voice message) Shit! (she leaves message)  Now you listen to me you son of a bitch!  I will cut out your heart and feed it to your children—Do you HEAR ME?!?!  I will destroy youuuuu!!!!!!!!!!! (she throws phone — stares out in a daze for twenty seconds)

(lights out)

“Sculpture of a Goddess” (tragedy) 2-3 Minutes

Coldness surrounds me.  Ripping tides from winds not of this world prevent my darkest of intentions.  But are they so dark?  Can they be freeing?  Can you free me? From that first instant our eyes connected, two souls emerged and penetrated through the light tunnels of our imaginations.  I felt you.  You felt me.  We knew but knew without pause; we knew but knew with fear.  Our hearts raced on chemicals that produced on its own accord levels of speed we couldn’t comprehend—only enjoy.  Within the context of all this motion, time remained painfully motionless.  We were caught, despite our energies.  Despite our wings!  For time has kept my heart guarded from the impulsive pulses that must be released—that must be realized, for what are we to do but remain idle? 

I have stood on top of the mountain, black clouds swimming around my ears, yellow lightning flashing and striking out my soul—armies advancing, making their tumultuous climb in order to stop me from leaping off into the abyss of fear.  Clap!  Clap!  Crack!  Slap!  Growl! Grumble!  Shake!

I held firm for so long…I denied our right to feel one another.  I robbed myself from your tasty delight.  I wish to taste you, woman.  (pause.)  I desire to explore your world—slowly—I wish to crawl over you like a suction of lust, popping and squeezing and slobbering up and down your skin like the animal that I sweat to be.  (beat.)  Oh, RELEASE ME!!!!  (beat.)  My troubles are condemned to the lowest depth of being human.  Agony, treachery, disgusted reasoning; preventing me all this time from your warm

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OH, should I stop???  Have I taken my admission too far???  Should I have remained a man without a tongue?  Even then I couldn’t stop my heart from speaking out—I must know your answer…

That one particular morning, when I slept over the house, on the couch, you came downstairs wearing a white cotton robe; white bra and pink panties.  We sat for breakfast; that I watched you make—peering at you from the table—getting extremely hard and trying to deny myself my urges to grab you and insert myself inside of you.

We sat—we ate and your robe was magically opened.  You ignored the breeze and allowed me, I think, to look at your package; your milky white breasts perked for attention and my eyes sizzled into the temptation of both of them!

I covered you further with my eyes as you crossed your legs and allowed your robe to reveal more of your body.  Your thighs glistened between the muscle and bone from the sun’s rays, piercing through the front living room window.  You asked me to draw the shades—I did with difficulty as I had not given my hard-on a shift to a safe place.  You smiled as you watched me struggle through it, didn’t you?  You enjoyed my confusion and torture.  Didn’t you?  I shut the blinds and when I turned around, realized in your entirety how undressed you were–how beautifully aroused you became.  Sculpture of a Goddess.

Remember our stare?  I should have taken you then…I should have hoisted you up and slammed you down on that kitchen table and railed myself against your soft, sensuous body. I know you are delicate.  I pictured us attacking one another, dishes of food crashing on the floor, chairs being knocked over and our bones thumping against the table as we pursued our ecstasy.  I wanted your legs wrapped around mine desperately—my penis pulsating—my gut groaning—our lips smothering eachother and you shouting, “Fuck Me”, “Fuck Me”.

(pause.)

But I didn’t; I held the reins back as hard as I could—getting ill and losing my morning appetite as I witnessed the twinkle in your eye go out—I died with you…My intellect buried our passion so deep that I have been choking and vomiting up wet dirt ever since.  I cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot see or feel—nothing exists for me—I’ve locked myself up into a world of nothingness, where ghosts tap me on the shoulder and whisper evil deeds in my ears and all that remains is a numbing vibration in my ribcage that creates a beat to the song of my own destruction.

I have just realized that even now, after coming here and bearing all to you, that even now it wasn’t enough to wake me—I have truly died and have become a spirit, doomed to haunt myself for all eternity…

I am sorry to have wanted and not to have acted—I am sorry for erasing what should have been written.

(pause.)

I am gone.

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