New Monologues!
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A child who believes their toy dinosaur is real.
Monologue :
My dinosaur is GONE! I left him right on my bed and now… now he’s missing! Maybe he got hungry and went to the kitchen. Or maybe he snuck outside to find other dinos! But what if… what if he got eaten by a T-Rex?! (gasp) I told him not to go near the sock drawer. That’s where the monsters live. I gotta go find him. He gets scared when it’s dark. But don’t worry—I’ll bring flashlights. And cookies. Dinosaurs love cookies.
Title : The Waste of a Totally Good Jelly Bean
By : Tara Meddaugh
Source : tarameddaugh.com
There is a wrong way. There’s really a wrong way and you’re doing it, Dad! You’re doing it so wrong wrong wrong wrong! You’re totally wasting them! You know how hard it was for me to get those? I mean, I waited all year…since last Easter. And—I—I—I don’t mind sharing with you. Really. I like it when I can give you something that I really like and you like it too. But—this—this is just wrong, Dad. When someone gives you 20 jelly beans, and they’re all different flavors like popcorn and chocolate pudding and blueberry, you don’t just—you don’t just shove them all in your mouth at once! Then you don’t taste anything and it’s just this giant blob of like, I don’t know, sugary melted plastic or something. You gotta…. ( Fill this in with your own way to eat a Jelly Bean)
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A confident kid claiming to rule the playground.
Monologue :
I’m the Queen of the Playground. See this crown? It’s made from glitter glue and macaroni. Only royalty can wear it. That swing? Mine. Monkey bars? Also mine. BUT—I’m a nice queen. I only ban people when they eat my snacks without asking. Or push in line. Or call me “booger face.” (pause) Okay, fine, I’ll share. But only if you give me your pudding cup. And say “Your Majesty.”
Title : “Half Birthday”
By : Emma Fequet, Age 11, Quebec, Canada
Source : dramanotebook.com
Why can’t I have the doll(choose a toy)? It’s my half birthday! I deserve it 100%. But I really want the (choose the toy)! And there are only ten left in the whole world! What can I do to convince you to buy it for me? Okay, hear me out. So, I was thinking that I could do the dishes! And even dry them! I can’t reach the sink though, ummm, how about… I can make you BOTH, breakfast in bed for a full week! No?! Then a whole month! That’s the most I can do! Never mind, I don’t know how to cook… Ok then, I could give you five dollars from MY piggy bank, to help pay for the doll. Excuse me?! 100 dollars? That’s impossible! Last time I checked, it was ten dollars. But I may have read the number wrong… Fine then if you’re not gonna buy it for me, I guess I will have to buy it for myself! I am going to go pack my stuff, get a job, and move out! GOODBYE!!! (Starts to leave, but returns.) I’m sorry. I get it. I should be grateful for what I have. But could I HAVE IT, by any chance? Please!
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A kid nervous about their first big audition.
Monologue :
They said I have to stand up there… alone. With lights in my face. And just… talk. What if I mess up? What if I forget my words and say something like “I like cheese!”? (laughs nervously) Okay, calm down. Breathe. I’ve practiced this monologue like… a hundred times in my room. My dog thinks I’m amazing. He even clapped. Well, scratched. But still. Maybe I can do this. Maybe… I’m actually ready.”
Title : “The Audition”
By : Karly Anderson, Age 14, Texas, USA
Source : dramanotebook.com
There is a wrong way. There’s really a wrong way and you’re doing it, Dad! You’re doing it so wrong wrong wrong wrong! You’re totally wasting them! You know how hard it was for me to get those? I mean, I waited all year…since last Easter. And—I—I—I don’t mind sharing with you. Really. I like it when I can give you something that I really like and you like it too. But—this—this is just wrong, Dad. When someone gives you 20 jelly beans, and they’re all different flavors like popcorn and chocolate pudding and blueberry, you don’t just—you don’t just shove them all in your mouth at once! Then you don’t taste anything and it’s just this giant blob of like, I don’t know, sugary melted plastic or something. You gotta…. ( Fill this in with your own way to eat a Jelly Bean)
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A teen feeling overlooked at school and home.
Monologue :
Sometimes I feel like… I’m invisible. Like I’m standing in a room screaming, and no one even turns around. At school, I sit there, raise my hand—and nothing. At home, I speak and it’s like my words bounce off the walls. I’m not asking to be famous or anything. I just want someone to see me. Really see me. Not just my grades, not my clothes. Me. Is that too much to ask?
Title : Detention
By : Isabelle Bidal, Age 18, Ontario, Canada
Source : dramanotebook.com
There is a wrong way. There’s really a wrong way and you’re doing it, Dad! You’re doing it so wrong wrong wrong wrong! You’re totally wasting them! You know how hard it was for me to get those? I mean, I waited all year…since last Easter. And—I—I—I don’t mind sharing with you. Really. I like it when I can give you something that I really like and you like it too. But—this—this is just wrong, Dad. When someone gives you 20 jelly beans, and they’re all different flavors like popcorn and chocolate pudding and blueberry, you don’t just—you don’t just shove them all in your mouth at once! Then you don’t taste anything and it’s just this giant blob of like, I don’t know, sugary melted plastic or something. You gotta…. ( Fill this in with your own way to eat a Jelly Bean)
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A competitive teen reflecting on losing a big contest.
Monologue :
I didn’t win. Again. Second place. I smiled, I clapped, I even said “Congrats” through my teeth. But it hurts. I worked so hard. I stayed up late, skipped parties, practiced till my throat gave out. And for what? A silver medal? People say, “You should be proud.” And yeah—I am. But is it so wrong to want gold? Just once? Next time… I’m going all in. Watch me.
Title : (Playful, dramatic, imaginative)
Character : A young adult on the edge of adulthood, facing change.
Monologue :
I’m standing right on the edge. Not of a cliff—of everything. College. Career. Life. People keep asking me what I want to do. But what if I don’t know yet? What if I want to try everything? Paint, travel, fall in love, fail. I know I’ll mess up. I want to mess up. That’s how you learn, right? So… here I go. Not because I’m fearless. Because I’m ready. Or at least… brave enough to try.