Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
first year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so 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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How to Write a Monologue in 10 Easy Lessons (Well, maybe not so easy)
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Monologue Mania Day # 677 Heavenboat by Janet S. Tiger Dec. 20, 2015
From a one-act -The Last Boat
Heavenboat
first year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
For a list of the titles and blurbs from each day, click here There are now over 650!
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 -
How to Write a Monologue in 10 Easy Lessons (Well, maybe not so easy)
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site. Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 677 Heavenboat by Janet S. Tiger Dec. 20, 2015
From a one-act -The Last Boat
Heavenboat
by Janet S. Tiger
© 2015 all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
© 2015 all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(Younger woman enters, but she is really the incarnation of a much older woman, and she is very agitated)
(Screaming) Can't you hear me? I can hear you! I know who you are! You are my daughter!
(She points)
And my grandchildren! Why are you all so blind! Don’t you remember…..(almost desperate)....when we moved here to San Diego, and it was so nice, even in the winter, and we used to walk by the beach, and you would look at this very place and ask about the people here….the old people who never remembered your name, even when we told them every day...……the people who were here for years and then, one day, they weren’t here anymore……like the ocean had come and swallowed them up…..and when you asked where they had gone, I told you....(hard to say)..... they had taken a special boat…..a heavenboat…..to somewhere else across another ocean….an ocean of time…..and now, the tide has turned and the time has come for me to be in this place….and it’s beautiful…..only I can’t remember that we’re in San Diego….I can’t remember the name of this place because I can’t remember my own name……because…..now I’m almost ready for that last boat……
(She waves, turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Thank you for coming.......I'll see you next time.......I love you.....
(Exits for a last journey)
(Screaming) Can't you hear me? I can hear you! I know who you are! You are my daughter!
(She points)
And my grandchildren! Why are you all so blind! Don’t you remember…..(almost desperate)....when we moved here to San Diego, and it was so nice, even in the winter, and we used to walk by the beach, and you would look at this very place and ask about the people here….the old people who never remembered your name, even when we told them every day...……the people who were here for years and then, one day, they weren’t here anymore……like the ocean had come and swallowed them up…..and when you asked where they had gone, I told you....(hard to say)..... they had taken a special boat…..a heavenboat…..to somewhere else across another ocean….an ocean of time…..and now, the tide has turned and the time has come for me to be in this place….and it’s beautiful…..only I can’t remember that we’re in San Diego….I can’t remember the name of this place because I can’t remember my own name……because…..now I’m almost ready for that last boat……
(She waves, turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Thank you for coming.......I'll see you next time.......I love you.....
(Exits for a last journey)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
1 comment:
Whoa. Heavy one.
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