Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1678 Return (from THE END OF DEATH) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 20, 201

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1677  To look at the other 1676 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1678 Return   (from THE END OF DEATH) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 20,  2018

            This is designed to end the evening of a collection of one-acts or monologues.
            
                                                        Return
                                                  (from THE END OF DEATH)
                                                                    by Janet S. Tiger   
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              (This is a visitor from the future, dressed to fit the part)


VISITOR -  Thank you for coming tonight.  I have just one last thing to say before I leave.

First, I am going to ask you to close your eyes as we dim the lights to absolute darkness.  It's a good thing I have this memorized, eh? 

(It is very important that the theater now be as dark as possible for this.  There can be total silence – or music if that works.  The important issue is complete darkness)

Anyhow, in the darkness I want you to think about this moment in time.  No other moments, just this one.  I want you to concentrate on the person next to you, and behind you and how you feel at this very instant.

Because one day far in the future, thousands, maybe even millions of years from now, you will be alive, and you will come to this moment again. 


And when you do, you will remember this moment right now, and you will wonder where you have seen it before.  And that is future view – not to be confused with déjà vu, which it often is.  This is time travel and I thank you for sharing it with me.  You see I was here a long time ago, and tonight I return, just as you will one day return.  (Pauses)  And so my new friends, good night – until we meet again......


            (Lights come back up to an empty stage)

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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1677 Written (for Yom Kippur) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 19, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1677  To look at the other 1676 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1677  Written (for Yom Kippur) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 19,  2018
            
In the Jewish religion, today is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.....the beginning of a new Year - and the expression is L'shanah Tovah Tikatavu - may you be inscribed in the book of life for a good year.  Written in the book of life.  How affecting for a writer!  Lshanah Tovah  Tikatavu for all!



                                                      Written

                                                                    by Janet S. Tiger   
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         (This is me - because  at the beginning of the year we can all start fresh)

'Where is it written?'

That was one of my favorite adult expressions that I hated as a child.

Along with - 'you'll understand when you're older'  I always had to question the meaning behind these words.

Now as I have reached 6 decades plus, I somewhat understand the 'when you're older' line.  

But 'where is it written?'  That is still a mystery!

For I write every day.

So it is written on this blog.

But these words are in outer space, or the Internet - whichever you want to believe in - and not on paper.  And, of course, only paper - or stone - is real.

Or is it?

What exactly is the Book of Life?  And how do we get to be written in it?

We only know if we have been written in this book if we make it to the next Yom Kippur - a Catch 22 of immense proportions!

But where is this book?  And why do we need it?

Because we are the people of the book - and from the 10 Commandments on down, writers have had a special place.

It took a long time for me to come out as a writer - I was 23 before I could admit it to my family, let alone anyone else.  And for another four decades, I have fought against this part of me - saying it's not something that I like - it's something I have to do.  But this is a new year.  And I hope to be written in the Book of Life - along with my family and friends.  And so, I know, being a writer ain't such a bad thing! 

So, this year, instead of being upset at being a writer - I now stand as one, today, the beginning of the year, I declare that I will keep writing.  Happily!

          (I turn to leave, stop, look back)

And maybe one day, someone will ask the question - 'where is it written?'  And the answer will be - 'oh, I think that crazy woman who wrote all the monologues wrote it - she wrote about everything!'

         (I do not exit - I start a new year!  And wish all a good one, too!)





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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monday, September 17, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1676 Yizkor (for Yom Kippur) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 18, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1676  To look at the other 1675 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1676  Yizkor  (for Yom Kippur) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 18,  2018
            
In the Jewish religion, tonight is Erev Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.....and there is a service tomorrow at every synagogue where all are admitted, Yizkor, when the special memorial prayer is said for the departed. Yizkor means....remember.     

                                                           Yizkor
                                                                    by Janet S. Tiger   
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              (This is an older man - accent from Europe)

I am here to say Kaddish for my family, and especially for someone not my family……my friend….Chaim.

Why do I stand for someone who is not a relative?  Because he has no one to stand and say Kaddish for him.....

When I go, I have my children, my grandchildren to say the prayers for me.  My friend...he died a young man......even though he looked old, he was only 18.....and I was 15, but I was only in the camps a year, he had managed to survive for almost six years.  He was a good person…..

I will not tire you with the whole story, the story of a life during World War II takes a long time to tell……but you probably already know that at the end of the war, there were the marches.  We marched for a million miles.....And Chaim was next to me....the old man and the boy.....he watched out for me...kept an eye on me..... and it was cold…February cold ......and we had no warm clothes…..and I got sick and suddenly it wasn’t cold, I was burning up with fever, Chaim and another man held me up so I wouldn't get shot for not keeping up.......not easy on one slice of bread a day and some soup......he kept talking to me, trying to encourage me, but I was finished.... when we stopped for a break – which meant the soldiers could take a smoke and a piss, I lay there like a corpse.

When the break was over……I could not get up…..the soldiers came…..you have to understand, they knew  the war was over, but they still loved to kill us…..the biggest problem now was enough bullets……so when the soldier came over to get me up, Chaim lay next to me and he said to the soldier……'he’s almost dead, and me, too.  Don’t waste the bullet on him…...I remember looking at the soldier and I let my eyes fall back and  I will never forget how he laughed and turned to his friend and said, ‘What a considerate Jew!  Saving a bullet!’  But the other soldier kicked me and said, 'He has a point, this one's not worth the bullet....... but this one......he aimed the gun at Chaim. And he shot Chaim, and I saw nothing else……hours later, it was dark, and I heard a voice and now I was cold again.  It was Chaim’s voice…..he said he had turned as the gun fired and the bullet went through his shoulder.  It was bleeding and I had to help him stop the blood…..

I could barely stand, and I had no shoes, the others had taken them, but I still had a rag and I shoved it into the hole.  The bleeding stopped and he stood up and told me we had to walk to a farmhouse he had seen a few miles back……and I tried to walk, but after a few steps, I fell down and he lifted me with his good arm and he put me over his bad shoulder and he walked with me for those miles……I was so woozy, and it was like in a dream…..to add to the fun…it started to snow….I woke up and saw the farm…..he almost ran to the front door and he knocked and that was all I remembered until I woke up three days later.

In the Kartoffel Zimmer....the potato room.....under the barn, her name was Gerta, and she kept potatoes and other food, canned, and she kept me.....along with two other Jewish children she was hiding......a brother and sister, Simon and Ruth.......

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked around and asked for Chaim – was he alright?  They looked at me like I was crazy.  But they thought it was from the fever.  After a few days, I begged them to tell me and they said, there was no Chaim…..

I asked Gerta again and again, she finally said….’you were alone, liebchin….just you at the door, covered in blood…..

Where did he go?  She told me....'There was no one else'……’but I was not able to walk!  How could I get here?’  'The body can do amazing things'…..Greta said to me….but then I asked her, ‘If I walked, how come my feet were not bloody? I had no shoes!  And where did the blood come from, I have no wounds?’

She looked at me and her eyes got very wide and she said….'You must have been carried by a ghost!'And she smiled, but not to make fun.  And she said.....‘You must honor this ghost, by living a good life’

Those last months before the war ended were a dream – a nightmare, but a dream.

Ruth and her brother and I became more than friends…we came to the United States together, I married Ruth and Simon was my best man.

I have lived my life to honor my friend who carried me to safety that night.  Where did he go?  I have no idea.  After the war, I searched around the farm, perhaps he had walked off…..died in the woods.  No sign of him.  When I did the searches for my family, who were all ashes, I looked for him, too.  The Germans kept good records, until the end, when they got a little sloppy....I always hoped to find some of my family, my brothers, my sister......Chaim.....but no, they were all murdered.  So I say Kaddish for them.......and for Chaim

I stand for him every Yom Kippur, because…..he stood for me ......or I would not be here.

        (He turns to leave, stops, looks back, listens)

Funny, so many people ask that very same question - what does it feel like to lose every one?

But I didn't lose them,,,,,,,
I still have them all.....

       (He touches his heart nods, then exits. And to all those who have no one to stand for them, we stand, and say, rest in peace.)

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first posted Day #973 Yizkor  (c) Oct. 12,  2016

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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315                CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8