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 … [Read more...] about Manhattan Trap
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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
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
Spilled Milk
In this comedic monologue for men from the play, "Spilled Milk" Oliver, a job applicant, nervously answers questions at a job interview. OLIVER: So, uh, you want to know about my strengths. Sure. Um… I’m very good at… not crying in public. I think that’s a skill, right? Like, just yesterday, this guy cut in front of me at Starbucks—he ordered a latte with oat milk, by the … [Read more...] about Spilled Milk
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