In this monologue from the play, "Too Heavy To Hold", Claire, a young woman sits slouched on a couch, knees pulled up, a half-empty drink in her hand. The remnants of the night’s party buzz around her—music muffled, laughter distant. She stares at nothing in particular as she speaks. You ever get so tired that even breathing feels like work? Like, you wake up, and there’s … [Read more...] about Too Heavy to Hold
Dramatic - Female
This Place Without You
In this monologue from the play, "This Place Without You", Lena, 24, is a waitress in a struggling Detroit diner. She confronts her father about abandoning the family. LENA: You think it’s that easy? Just walk back in here and say, “I’m sorry”? Like those two words are some kind of magic spell, and all the broken pieces just snap back together? Do you even know how many … [Read more...] about This Place Without You
Many Worlds
In this monologue from the play, "Many Worlds", Sharon muses to her partner about alternate versions of their reality. SHARON: You know the theory, right? The many worlds thing? Where every choice we make splits reality into a new branch. So somewhere out there, there’s another version of us. One where I didn’t storm out last night. One where you didn’t raise your voice.I … [Read more...] about Many Worlds
At the Seams
In this monologue from the play, "At the Seams", Annabelle, a young woman, reflects on her struggle to hold her family together as life continues to pull them apart. ANNABELLE: You ever try to patch up a quilt that’s already falling apart? That’s me. I’m the needle, running back and forth, trying to hold all these frayed edges together. Mama’s over here unraveling, … [Read more...] about At the Seams
Red Sky Morning
In this dramatic monologue for women from the play, "Red Sky Morning", Elaine (30s-50s), a fisherwoman, laments to her crew about losing her husband at sea and the struggles of carrying on his legacy. ELAINE: You think I don’t ask myself every day why I’m still out here? Why I drag myself out of bed before the sun, pull these nets, cut my hands raw against the salt and the … [Read more...] about Red Sky Morning