ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
When I was trying to find my HSC monologue, I had the hardest time, until I wrote it. But seeing my classmates struggle to find there's I know there are many students who can't find them easily, so I;m putting these up to help those students AS WELL as anybody else who finds reading them useful.
Feedback and comments on how to improve are very much appreciated, and indeed wanted. Thankyou. [November 2009]
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Red (A Monologue) Dramatic Monologues
Hi, my name's Red, I'm glad you stopped by, even if it was just to read my sign. I know, you think I'm a cop-out, a lazy arsed man, who can get a job if I tried. But you don't know, you've never been me. I'd offer you a cup of coffee, but I don't carry a billy with me... a joke, and yet you don't smile, I still see that scorn in your eyes, that wariness. But sit with me, even just for five minutes before you run off again, or at least until your owners come out again.
You know, I sit here everyday, with my sign written in my shakey handwriting, although it is all spelled correctly. I wish you could be proud of me, I'm proud of me. But I know you still see me as pitiful... As I was saying, I sit here every day, I see families, boys and girls, men and women, smiling, happy, clothed for the winter, and I wish that I could get that back. Believe you me, all the difficulties you experience are nothing to what I've experienced.
I'm forty-three, I think, maybe younger, maybe older and each day it gets just a little harder to- hey, don't walk away, just five more minutes, and then you can return to your owner's and the life they let you live. It's been so long since anyone has sat with me, I just need to know that I'm a human being still, that I haven't turned into an old lump of rubbish, and your company can really help, barking away as you are.
Hmm? Oh, you want to know why I sit here full of commitment to this spot and that sign and not a proper life, the question you should be asking is what happened to my 'proper' life. But that's not what I want to talk about, I've been so alone, I just want to know that there's somebody out there that still has enough kindness in them.
You still don't come close I see, it's okay, I'm not a disease, and if I was I'm not contageous. You have a good life ahead of you pup, your family looks like a nice bunch. I miss that. I miss having that company, you know? Nahh, course you wouldn't, 'cause noone belongs there as much as youu, where as I belong here, in my gutter, near that tree and with my sign.
For a while I had a friend, she was a nice older lady, she gave me this blanket, isn't it lovely? It's the best thing someone has ever given me, and have it close to me always, I don't want to ever lose it. Sometimes she'd come sit and talk to me, just like you're doing now, although you don't talk much, although you are coming closer pup. Here, I don't want to hurt you, I'm just reaching out my hand, that's it good boy, you great brute of a dog. Come on puppy, sit, good boy. This old lady, as I was saying, she'd sit and talk to me, and I just felt human again, like I meant something to someone for those five minutes she'd say hello.
But even then, I still had this dread running through me, this pit of darkness entered my soul. If I died today, who would miss me? Not those people over there shopping, not that couple smiling at each other, not those laughing, smiling faces over there, and not even you puppy, not anyone. It would be months before somebody said or even though �Oh, I wonder where that old homeless man has gone?� But they wouldn't care, they just wouldn't care. It would be a fleeting curiosity, and that's it.
Nevermind me puppy, the sun is fading, your owner's will be finished in that shop soon enough. I bet they're wondering why you're so quiet, huh? Wondering why you're not barking. You know what pup? I'm gonna miss you, for a moment there you were the best friend I ever had. Some people they pity me, some people they just glare at me as they walk pass, some people get so angry they spit at me or steal some of the money that the pittying people gave me. Not that it's much, I suppose, but it's all I have.
This blanket, a few scraps of material that I have the guts to call clothes, my sign, my tears and my solitude. The only thing I ever really wanted was to be part of those smiling faces and the world in which they live in. Not needing to worry where they're going to sleep each night, not needing to worry if they have enough blankets to keep them warm each night, not even having to worry about who they're gonna talk to each night, they don't have to worry. I do. And so I sit here with my sign, each day and each day it gets harder and harder to wake up, harder and harder to live, and my sign proclaims to the world that cares to look �No one belongs here more than me�
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