Dramatic Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Mother is angry with Joe, and told him that his illness cannot be treated Joe asked to video chat with his therapist

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.

Laughter bubbled out of her as she pushed him away, just in time for two pints of mead to be slammed onto the table by a tall, lanky woman with unkempt black braids pinned haphazardly to the top of her head. “You must be the stowaway.” She greeted Evangeline sliding a pint toward her, half of it spilled on the table. She slid Trevor’s to him as he tried to conceal his laughter.

I wiped away the tears brought on my my fathers words. Kill yourself. I thought that i would always have him, if no one else. I looked up and stared into his eyes. Blue like mine and id never hated anything as much as those eyes. They were cold and merciless. I pushed back more tears and felt the sting of regret. Why did i think hed understand me? I thought telling him i was gay would help our relationship but never had i been so wrong. I choked on the thousand things i wanted to say and he shook his head at me. "Maybe i will..." i stammered before running out into the cold night air. Why me? Why couldn't i look at a girl and want her? Why is it that only another man can make me feel love so truly? It was passed midnight by the time i got to

Two nine-year-old kids sank into the beige cushions of the couch, gripping the controllers as they both stared intently on the illuminated TV. The TV brought colorful lights which seemed to reach the far corners of the dark, spacious room. A small silence creeped up against the two children as they smashed the buttons, controlling the lego characters that danced across the screen. Finally, the stillness of the perimeter shook as a sudden shriek was heard from the boy beside me; out of fear, I screamed along with him as troopers began to kill us within our video game.

I haven't been praying enough. My heart seems to have forgot God is there for me. My mind has been attacked by sinful thoughts and they keep me up at night. Lack of sleep and the slight cold symptoms I was feeling today are not a good match. I'm feeling better though. All of this isn't because of this new environment of Raleigh. I say that because the last couple of weeks before I left Ec my mind was restless too.

-You are kidding me?- Tony asked surprised, while looking at Steve’s stern expression –All right, let’s fix that, Jarvis filter the audio, clean it up and amplify it all that you can.-