{"id":19300,"date":"2024-03-07T13:04:51","date_gmt":"2024-03-07T19:04:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=19300"},"modified":"2024-03-07T13:04:53","modified_gmt":"2024-03-07T19:04:53","slug":"monologue-collection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/03\/07\/monologue-collection\/","title":{"rendered":"Monologue Collection"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Earlier in the semester, we had some demo monologues we had to write for an assignment. Here are some leftovers<\/p>\n<h6>BASIL GREENE:<\/h6>\n<p>And I\u2019ve always been surrounded by\u2026 You know. The thing. I think it\u2019s just something ingrained in me, this sludge stuck to my body. Something I was born with until it grew and grew and now it\u2019s just\u2014me. It\u2019s just who I am. Everyone wants to feel sorry for me, but I don\u2019t think I even feel sorry for myself. Maybe I\u2019m not fine with it, but I\u2019m used to it, you know? Is it so bad to get used to it? To not be afraid of it anymore? I\u2019m hanging my feet off the edge of a dock and know the water\u2019s dangerous, but to not be afraid? As if the monster waiting for you at the bottom of the creek is\u2026 Friendly, even. I\u2019ve known him my whole life. I see him clawing at the bottom of my feet, but I\u2019d still like to believe he\u2019s friendly. I\u2019m never going to get rid of him, so I\u2019d like to believe he\u2019s friendly.<\/p>\n<h6>UNNAMED<\/h6>\n<p>It\u2019s just\u2026 Terrifying. They\u2019re never gonna see each other again, never gonna know each other\u2019s faces, they were a split moment in each other\u2019s lives. They were twined at the hip, they were inseparable, and their friendship still ended all the same. Their lives still ended all the same. Isn\u2019t that terrifying? Nine seasons of watching something and they don\u2019t even know each other\u2019s names by the end. Nine seasons and it\u2019s like you wasted your whole life.<\/p>\n[x takes a brief pause and turns off the TV]\n<p>I hate unhappy endings anyway.<\/p>\n<h6>UNNAMED VILLAIN<\/h6>\n<p>My name is one with fear. You do not hear it, do not taste it, but you know it. I know you know it well. You fought me many a time, and as we grace this song and dance, I wonder how long you will keep standing. How long before the foundation you\u2019ve built us on collapses and you finally realize with all you\u2019ve given, you still find nothing in this world to matter. I can reap it from the ground and rip the flowers from the weeds and I can tear the world asunder, and you\u2019ll lose. And all this fighting, this pitiful fighting you wish to amount to, will be worth nothing. This work, this pitiful beautiful work you do, with every step and glide, as if you were a dancer, is only placing you like a buck in an open fire. And bucks can run, all they want, but everyone knows man has the gun.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Earlier in the semester, we had some demo monologues we had to write for an assignment. Here are some leftovers BASIL GREENE: And I\u2019ve always been surrounded by\u2026 You know. The thing. I think it\u2019s just something ingrained in me, this sludge stuck to my body. Something I was born with until it grew and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/03\/07\/monologue-collection\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Monologue Collection&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":89,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19300"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/89"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19300"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19300\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19301,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19300\/revisions\/19301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}