Monologue Stories

People feared her long before they understood her, as they always fear what does not move in a straight line. She read philosophy the way others breathed, with a hunger that unsettled ordinary minds. Her art was too honest. Her terrariums too quiet. Her pinned insects too still. Her words too sharp. Her thoughts too deep. To them, she was an offense:- a reminder that the world was larger than their comfort. But beneath her silence, entire storms clashed. Voices intertwined. Identities collided. Each personality rose and fell like empires inside her. She was not one person:- she was an entire constellation wearing human skin. Society demanded straight lines, yet she moved like a Knight, sideways, unpredictable, impossible to predict. She wasn't broken. She was misunderstood. And the world, in its cowardice, prefers the simple lie over the difficult truth. Thus she became the unseen piece , the one everyone judged, but no one truly looked at.

Two damaged souls meet over coffee, and neither expects the other to hit where it hurts-nor where it heals. One speaks to ghosts through music; the other survives by sorting people into tidy categories. But the sparks that fly when they peel back each other's defenses feel more honest than anything they've allowed themselves in years. CW: mental-health themes (BPD), grief, intense emotions.

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.

We grow up believing life moves in a straight line - from weakness to strength, from pain to peace. But his life never worked like that. It was a spiral. Up, down, lost, rebuilding, repeating. This is the true story of a quiet boy who carried entire battles inside his mind. A boy who was bullied, who became a bully, who learned philosophy instead of anger. He never wanted attention, fame, or revenge - just one real friend who understood silence the way he did. Through childhood trauma, lockdown solitude, books, games, and quiet resilience, he learned one thing: Sometimes surviving isn't loud. It's patient. It's lonely. It's honest. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or judged for being quiet, his journey might sound like yours. Because this boy was never special. He was just real. And that makes his story worth reading.

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

A collection of monologes

From life to death, from love to heartbreak, from making new friends to losing your best, with every story there lies a new beginning- or ending. This is a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Each story is from my imagination, and if based off of a character, person, or another piece of work it will be noted. Enjoy!

Katekyo Hitman Reborn is not mine. Some characters, places, and etc, are merely coincidences and are works of fiction. Cover picture is not mine, however the editing is done by me. Thank you. Original Story. How she died was a secret. How she got reborn is too. Given her strange character, one would think she's only a teenager experiencing puberty. However, what lies beyond that is much more, gaining the interests of certain people. Follow her journey as she, a self-proclaimed average girl, lives her life avoiding the future boss and as well as the mafia as the whole. [ UNDER REWRITING AND VERY SLOW UPDATES~☆]

This is the story of a young boy's life in Baghdad while studying under the great Middle Ages magician Michael Scot. While in Baghdad, Fletcher Ashdown has many adventures and learns many things about magic. He tells this tale to a group of Vikings who capture him during one of their many raids along the Scottish coast. While this tale is fictional, Michael Scot was in fact a great magician during the Middle Ages and the information about the Arab magic is true as well.

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 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.

Welcome to a book that ill probably never finish! Are you auditioning for a role? do you need a monologue? are you self taping? well look no futher for i have monologues galore!

This is just a compilation of my complicated feelings. Perhaps about my unrequited love, troubling mind, and unspoken feelings. I write it all down to be relieved of stress or maybe deep inside of me, I am wishing that these self-written letters will be read by the people I can not send them to. And I am hoping to help other people who suffer from the same mentality and situation. That's all, Thank You

A collection of raw, unfiltered confessions from souls on the edge - the forgotten, the furious, the ones who've burned too long in silence. Each one-shot cracks open a voice pushed past breaking, letting it spill its truth at last. No saints here. No heroes. Just people telling the stories no one wanted to hear.

A story about a story.... Just the struggle of filling a blank page with something. But what if that 'something' is nothing at all?

PLAY/SCREEN monologues for males

bite by bit by bit.

So this is a book of monologues from books, films, tv shows etc. Some are kept in their original form, while others are composed from various quotes. I have also included a rough time for each monologue so that you can get an idea for how long the monologue is. Enjoy :)

These are just scripts I've made!

Another short incident typically tar jonno, ja ke likhe pathano ta sombhob hoyto ar hobena. Asha korlam je, tui shunbi,,, Ami jani tui shunbi"''