The only thing that mattered to her was that she believed herself. They all thought she killed him. Killed him lovely, reduced him to a miniscule yet grandiose dust mite. Murdered him. From the time she was a small child, they pointed. They whispered, They cast sidelong glances hoping for some exhibition of her insanity. They were disappointed. 1
There was none. Insanity, that is. Sylvie was rare. Rare like the looks evil men crave from their nemeses and prey. Rare like cloudbursts. Rare like Autumn’s fragrance in the air. She was fortunate enough to claim a solitary companion. Henri. Henri was a fish bent on world domination. And suicide. Constantly jumping out of his tank, he gave them perpetual fright and stress. For what would happen if he accomplished his latter goal? 2
Would Sylvie finally affirm their worst fears and become slave to that of insanity? Would Sylvie withdraw and become mute? Would she get dementia? Would she forget all reason? They killed her. Not in the horribly tedious physical sense, though. They killed her spirit. Henri was gone. They blamed her. It was she who drove him to his air-filled grave. It was she who murdered the only friend she had. She was a killer. 3
They continued the charade until Autumn passed, and Sylvie became at ease. Maturing, growing, forgetting about Henri until she finally realized that Sylvie was Me.4
Author notes
I've been trying to write a monologue for the entire summer, and I finally came up with one last night. I'm not sure if the format is entirely correct, but since this is my first one, I'd love to get some ideas on improving it.
By the way, the names are french. Henri is supposed to sound sorta like On-Ree, Sylvie is explanatory.
What did you think? Please comment!
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Oops! *embarassed*...I don't know too much in the way of theatre terms, but Perhaps I'll re-name it. And as far as performance stuff, the person I envision performing it would be Sylvie -- it'd be some kind of reminiscence (sp) or something, lol I dunno know
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hmmm... :S this is a naratvie story - not a monologue. A monologue is a person speaking there thoughts allowed OR a legnthy spoken peice by a character. Unfortunatly this piece would be very difficult to use in a perfomance. Maybe put it in the view of Sylvie talking - the idea is very very good and would make a very gripping monologue - or soliquay even!
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The only thing that mattered to her was that she believed herself. They all thought she killed him. Killed him lovely, reduced him to a miniscule yet grandiose dust mite
the first bit really grabbed my attention! i love love love it and i think that youve got great talent..i enjoyed reading this! -
Thanks for the comment! I wasn't really sure about the form of a monologue - and screenplay was the only option pertaining to what I wrote, really.
Do you think this could be more of a narrative performance piece? -
Stirring.
Certainly has impact and suggestions of trauma but, struck me as rather more of a story than a screenplay. -
LxSER, thank you very much for your comment. I'm glad that you liked my monologue - that's really nice to know, but I was wondering if you had any suggestions for this piece??
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I like it. A killer write that makes the reader want to read more... ok that didn't really make sense but anyway you get the point... lol but the write is awsome keep it up.
LxSER
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