Истории Monologue

Book Descriptions are so Irritating. If you want to read a book, just read it. Why do you want to know the description? -That's Kai, and this is his story. Excuse me, whoever is writing a shit of my life, get your head checked. What's there to even write about my life? -A book unlike any other, focusing on Kai's monologues of life and his journey to find his purpose in life. Excuse me, what!!!, That makes me seem like I am depressed, I am fucking not!!! -Join him on his journey of badminton and contemplate thoughts about life. It's not that deep, dude, stop!!! -Junior school last year arc is undergoing.

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Some stories don't need names. They live in the spaces between breaths, in the pauses between two strangers, in the memories that refuse to fade. This is one of those stories. A Flower Bench - a short emotional tale for anyone who's ever waited for someone... or for themselves.

There are women who are not loud. They do not fight. They do not leave. They simply live inside spaces filled with judgment- as wives, as daughters-in-law, as human beings who always seem insufficient. No matter what they do, something is always wrong. Silence is blamed. Speaking up is labeled excessive. Their prayers go unseen. Their exhaustion unacknowledged. Always Wrong is an introspective monologue about a woman who spends too long adjusting herself to environments that never intended to understand her. This is not a story of victory, but of awareness. Of withdrawing without resentment. Of choosing silence without disappearing. Of standing without needing constant validation. A quiet story for those who have felt perpetually wrong in everyone's eyes- and are learning, at last, to stand on their own side.

Not every marriage leaves memories. Some leave only awareness. The Marriage I Never Attended is a reflective monologue about a loss that happens without an official farewell. About betrayal that arrives without noise. And about a woman who is forced to understand reality without ever being invited into the conversation. She was not abandoned loudly. She simply stopped being chosen. Written in calm and contemplative language, this novel traces the inner journey of a wife who learns to see the truth, understand her boundaries, and finally choose herself-without revenge, without noise. Because in the end, peace is the most honest form of love.

This writing is not meant to attack anyone. It is born from silence, from wounds that choose to speak gently. If you read this story and feel something stir inside you, perhaps you have stood on one side of this story- as a wife, as a child, or as someone learning awareness. This monologue is a reminder that empathy can always arrive before it is too late.

The crows always return first. They always know when the day begins to fade. Before the evening settles on their shoulders, before the cold begins to pretend it's nothing... They already know.

Dear Reader, This is mostly unfiltered brain soup with some floating philosophical croutons. And rants :))) Anyway... ⋆˚Enjoy !꩜｡ Thank you to Fovya_Stories for the book cover !!!

A young lady starts receiving mail addressed to another person. A steady descent into madness ensues. I wrote this story to later use as a monologue for a stop motion, which explains why it is short and there aren't many visual markers, since they will be shown through props. Please feel free to review and criticise!

{ img source: Pinterest - Artist: Unknown } --- What happens when the smallest commander carries the heaviest name? 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗒𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝗑 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗒𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖺 follows Pravda High's fiercest leader through her most challenging battlefield: her own reflection. Armed with nothing but an ushanka, unshakable pride, and a mirror that talks back, Katyusha wages daily war against self-doubt, historical legacy, and the occasional museum exhibit. From morning affirmations that terrify her vice-commander to philosophical debates with Soviet rocket launchers, this is Girls und Panzer as you've never seen it. Warning: This Katyusha is wildly OOC. Our Katyusha commands tanks, not therapy sessions with herself. But here, she does both-because carrying a name that means war, hope, and empire requires more than tactical genius. It requires negotiating with the legends living inside you. "𝐼𝘧 𝘵ℎ𝘦 𝘰𝑙𝘥 𝘒𝑎𝘵𝑦𝘶𝑠𝘩𝑎 𝑤𝘢𝑠 𝑠𝘵𝑟𝘦𝑛𝘨𝑡𝘩 𝘵ℎ𝘳𝑜𝘶𝑔𝘩 𝘸𝑎𝘪𝑡𝘪𝑛𝘨, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝑚 𝑠𝘵𝑟𝘦𝑛𝘨𝑡𝘩 𝘵ℎ𝘳𝑜𝘶𝑔𝘩 𝘳𝑒𝘧𝑢𝘴𝑎𝘭. 𝐷𝘪𝑓𝘧𝑒𝘳𝑒𝘯𝑡 𝑒𝘳𝑎𝘴 𝘳𝑒𝘲𝑢𝘪𝑟𝘦 𝘥𝑖𝘧𝑓𝘦𝑟𝘦𝑛𝘵 𝘬𝑖𝘯𝑑𝘴 𝘰𝑓 𝑐𝘰𝑢𝘳𝑎𝘨𝑒."

In the darkness of annihilation, two scientist discuss their oncoming assimilation with a variant of Godzilla that can only be described as vile.

They say writing expresses one's thoughts and feelings. While it may be true, have you ever wondered that maybe, just maybe...the words they scream on paper, were words they left to be unsaid? Started: 01/27/2024 Completed: --/--/----

Night is kinder to me than day. A place where pain doesn't have to hide, and truth can exist without striking back. These writings are not stories. They are whispers born in darkness, written for the heart, not for judgment, not for rescue. If something here feels familiar, perhaps our nights keep the same wound awake.

i have NOTHING better to do than this. i am deteriorating. my life is falling apart. but i love stanley and i sacrifice for my children

Reflexões sobre como funcionava a mente de um jovem adulto de 18 anos com o costume de reprimir seus sentimentos e gostar de todas as pessoas que lhe dessem um pouco de atenção e importância; além de refletir nos momentos mais tranquilos e menos caóticos sobre temas como guerras, política e gatinhos.

A second monologue for 001 , one that is three times the actual length of the original !

pm thoughts

a short monologue about hunger and bad decisions

[Complete]Who would have thought that the man that preached teamwork, was actually so bad at teamwork outside of Glory. Well, Sun Xiang hadn't thought so and he was definitely not going to hide his surprise.

Monologues written by me. Describing feelings of yearning, love, and loneliness I think many can relate too but maybe can't put it into words.