“A WALK IN THE WOODS” (drama) 2 Minutes


Filed Under 2 Minute Monologues, Female Monologues - Drama, Monologues | Leave a Comment

Print This Post Print This Post

Photobucket
Photo Courtesy LARRY TOMLINSON

Monologue Description: “A WALK IN THE WOODS is a drama about having a forced sexual experience.

Character Description: In this monologue, Tasha, a middle-aged teen, reveals to her best friend Madelane, that she thinks she might have been raped at a house party over the weekend.

TASHA:

(pause - Tasha fidgets in her chair)

…I had sex, I…Josh and me and—

(she sighs)

You have a cigarette? Let me get a fucking cigarette, please.

(beat)

Thank you….so, well, let me just wait until you give it to me.

(she receives a cigarette and lighter from her friend)

Thanks. So, I was at the Weiner’s party…you know that. Everybody was there but you but anyway…I was drinking alot but having the best time ever becase of the music they were spinning. Not for nothing but Johnny’s a really good DJ.

Uh, anyway…I was talking with Josh over by where we were all doing keg stands…Then me and Josh went off on our own. We decided to take a walk. We walked over by the back of the house, into the open woods area. It was really nice, walking with him and talking, just about anything we talked about, seemed to be the best conversation ever.

So, we made it over to this brook, a really beautiful place. We sat on a log that must have been perfectly placed by someone because it was so perfect.

We started kissing. And when he kissed me it was like my whole body went into this shock, it was like all my nerves were tingling.

He pulls out weed. He wants me to smoke a joint with him. Now,as you know, I never did that shit before, so I was like really iffy about it. And I was scared.

But he kept pressuring me into it and I just did it and it made me all whack like. Like I was having like a panic attack or something but he kept trying to to kiss me more and the more he kept kissing me the more I kept on starting to panic. And it was getting worse and worse and worse and worse and worse….so I told him. And I kept telling him that I didn’t feel right, to please stop and he, the more I…the more I kept telling him to stop the more aggressive he got…

(pause)

And this went on with more force. HE, had more force, so I started to scream…I screamed and he told me to shut up…to shut up and—

…next thing I know, he, he was in me, inside of me and it hurt and I, couldn’t scream Madelane. I couldn’t make any sounds from my mouth to save my life…

everything was spinning, all crazy and out of control…I felt like I was in a ferris wheel at like a hundred miles per hour…you know?

And I had no strength..I was weak..I couldn’t resist him, couldn’t fight him off of me…all I could do was TAKE IT…

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.

Should I tell someone, is this something really bad? I mean, he did what I think he did right? Right? I was…

(she cries)

I was…

(she cries)

(both friends embrace and holds on to one another in tears and painful cries)

Related Posts

Tell a Friend

“CRACKPOT” (serio-comedy) 1 Minute


Filed Under 1 Minute Monologues, Male Monologues - Serio/Comic, Monologues | Leave a Comment

Print This Post Print This Post

Photobucket
Photo Courtesy MALTESEN

Monologue Description: “CRACKPOT” is a serio-comedy about responsibility.

Character Description: In this monologue, P.J. talks to his friend about how he should NOT hire a guy they both know for work because he is not reliable.

P.J.:

Listen, the guy’s a crackpot, alright? Look, he doesn’t know how to be responsible. He doesn’t. Remember that time I asked him to go to the butcher and buy an assortment of stuff? He wanted to help out with the barbecue, so I gave him a list. I wanted ribs, I wanted steaks, burgers, the whole lot…what does he bring back? Some hot dogs and chicken. I wanted to crack this kid so bad but I know he’s a bit touched and I thought better of it.

It’s not that you can’t trust him. You can. You could trust him but you can’t depend on him. There’s the difference. God didn’t develop that dependable part of his brain. What do you want from me? He’s a crackpot. Woof! Woof! He’s like a dog that chases it’s tail…always going in circles and never getting anywhere. The guy can’t walk a straight line if you paid him.

I feel bad but he’s dumb. Let’s face it. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, that’s for sure. hahahaha.

But you know what I mean? You understand? He can’t work for you. He will definitely screw something up and then you will have even more headaches. Forget it. Find someone else. I’ll ask some of the boys over at work and see if anybody could use extra work. The way things are nowadays, I don’t think that will be much of a problem.

Okay?

Related Posts

Tell a Friend

“TURNING 30″ (comedy) 1 Minute


Filed Under 1 Minute Monologues, Male Monologues - Comedy, Monologues | Leave a Comment

Print This Post Print This Post

Photobucket
Photo Courtesy STEVE LONGUS

Monologue Description: “TURNING 30″ is a comedy about acknowledging you are getting older.

Character Description: In this monologue, LA Brendan is thirty years old and experiences his first thirty year old story which he shares with one of his good friends over dinner.

LA BRENDAN:

I’m looking in the bathroom mirror last night and I’m doing a little grooming. I noticed earlier in the day at work, that I had an abundance of gray hairs popping up everywhere at my sideburns. Now, I’ve been getting gray and silver color hair at random, since I was in my early twenties. In more recent years I’ve been acquriing an assortment of gray hairs at the sides of my head and sideburns but upon closer examination in my bathroom mirror, I found that I had more gray hairs than I was able to pluck with my tweezer. I couldn’t believe it!

I must have spent an hour in front of my mirror plucking all the gray hairs I could find. I think I got them all but I know they will be back and now I’m thinking about dying my hair black… I’ve dyed my hair before but now I think I should do it more regularly.

But here’s the best part! I look in the middle of my chest and I saw a gray hair. I figured it was one of the gray hairs from my head. I kept swiping at it expecting it to fall off but it wouldn’t fall off. So I gave it a hard scratch, still, nothing. Than I grabbed it and pulled at it and I realized it was attached to my freaking chest!!!

Now, I just turned thirty okay, it’s one thing to get gray hairs on my head but now on my chest?!

Weird shit to discover while alone late at night in front of a mirror, let me tell you. hahaha!

Related Posts

Tell a Friend
« go back — keep looking »