In this monologue for men from the play, "The Bridge Is Burning", Devon grapples with the memories of his father on a bridge.DEVON: I see my father in my hands, you know? The way they shake when I’m angry, the way they ache from work. It’s like he handed me his life without asking if I wanted it. He used to stand here, right here on this bridge, staring at the water like it had … [Read more...] about The Bridge Is Burning
Monologues
Manhattan Trap
In this monologue for young men from the play, "Manhattan Trap", Roy confesses his urge to do the wrong things in life.ROY: It's like I've got this, compulsion, or whatever, to do the wrong thing. Ever since I was a kid. Even when I knew what was right—hell, even when I wanted to do what was right—something inside me would twist, like a gear grinding the wrong way, and I'd end … [Read more...] about Manhattan Trap
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 think … [Read more...] about Many Worlds
Unidentified Feelings
In this monologue from the play, "Unidentified Feelings", Jamie speaks at their first alien abduction survivors’ meeting.JAMIE: Hi. My name is Jamie, and... I was abducted. (beat) I don’t know how this usually goes. Do I start with the bright light? The tractor beam? Or the weird questions? It started with this noise. Outside my window. Like... like a chainsaw and a karaoke … [Read more...] about Unidentified Feelings
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, threadbare … [Read more...] about At the Seams