Need help finding good monologues!?

Question

Okay one of my class assignments is to look for 2 monologues for my acting I class. they have to be 3 to minutes long. Can someone help me find some or tell me which are good ones? If one is sad then the other has to be comedic, they have to be opposite of each other.

Answer 1

A great monologue for sad/dramatic

"Like Dreaming, Backwards" By Kellie Powell

Have you ever had a dream and suddenly, you realize what's happening doesn't make any sense - and you realize that you're dreaming? And you realize: if you know that you're dreaming, then you can control what's going to happen next? When I have an episode, it's exactly like that - only backwards.



The first time I tried to kill myself, I was ten. When I woke up the next morning, I was relieved. I was happy that I hadn't succeeded. I didn't tell anyone. And for a while, I was happy to be alive. But then, a year later, I tried again. I've lost count of how many times I've tried and failed. I tried to poison myself, overdose on sleeping pills, hang myself, drown myself, suffocate myself, and throw myself into traffic. Now, when I wake up after taking every sleeping pill in arm's reach and washing it down with a bottle of wine, I'm never, ever relieved. I feel trapped. I feel desperate. I feel like even more of a failure. And I have even wondered if the reason that I can't kill myself is because I'm already dead and in Hell. This is a living Hell. They say suicide is "taking the easy way out". Let me tell you: It's not that ******* easy. Your physical drive to live undermines your mind's desire to die. Your instincts to breathe are hard to overcome. You can't bear another second of misery - but your heart just refuses to stop beating. It has some nerve.



It's hard to tell the people I love that I want to die. So I spend a lot of my time and energy pretending to be normal. When I ended up in the hospital, it was almost a relief. Because I didn't have to act for anyone, anymore. I just cried all day. And no one took it personally. No one wanted to blame themselves. I could cry, and it didn't hurt anyone's feeling. The honesty was refreshing.



But then, I started to look at the other patients around me. I was surrounded by people who had been miserable their entire lives. There was an eighty-year-old woman there, who had been in and out of psych wards since she was my age. She stared into space all day, crying. And every day, she would look at me, and ask, "Why won't they just let me die?" And I didn't have an answer. And I realized: That was my future. I understood with perfect clarity that I was never going to get better. No therapy can help me. No medication can fix me. I can make everyone think I'm normal, that I'm coping, that I'm okay. But I've never been okay. I'll never be okay. I will always be one bad day away from killing myself. Until I'm dead. I spend my life trying to delay what I know is inevitable. And any day could be my last.



A TEEN MONOLOGUE, DORIS

Some day, Some day im going to get out of this no where pit, and get to real city somewhere where my talent can get recognized somewhere where people don’t look at me as being made of pixie dust because I wanna be an actress. Rather than marrying some brain dead dork and making a career out of being pregnant. Just like my grandmother, and my mother, and basically every other woman in this town. Some days I think im just gunna flip. Just being around people who have no other curiosity in life other than day time television is super depressing. And I see my mom, and how there isn’t any life in her eyes its like the excitement has just been switched off. She just goes through this routine day in and day out never getting ANY praise or consideration for the hard works she does morning till night. Its just like “heres the hand you’ve been dealt so accept it and don’t ask questions” Just buckle down, learn your abc’s and be a good little house wife and die! And when I ask her about it she just smiles one of those little smiles and shrugs. Last week when I asked her how she could keep living like this she says “Your fathers a good man”… WHAT DOES THAT MEAN! I don’t even know! And im pretty sure that she doesn’t either. Besides, that wasn’t even answering , that was a statement. When I tell people that I wanna be a start, and be in plays and movies, I know they don’t think im serious. They figure its some faze that im going through that I’ll soon outgrow. They tell me to get real! And we all now what get real means! It means get stupid and get married or get a job at the paper company where if your lucky you get to retire after 25 boring years on a tredmill to no where. Come this spring after graduation, I am out of here for New York. And I know its going to be hard because I’m going there cold turkey , but I gotta go cause I think I have talent. And honestly I’d rather be cold turkey in New York Than dead meat in this stupid town

Answer 2

The monologues you find up on these website are usually not published and are just made up by some random person. If you are to perform this monologue at a festival or somewhere else then do not use a non published monologue you may get disqualified. You should look through some plays or go to the library and look for plays with nice monologues. You should also pick one which you could relate to or would enjoy to perform and make sure you show someone how you perform it. A lot of times some people think they are doing great but then in front of an audience it doesn't really look that good :P! I wish you best of luck in finding a monologue that will suit you and make your acting ability shine! Good luck!

Answer 3

A sad monologue: Hamlet contemplates suicide



HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.



A comedic monologue:A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM



HELENA: How happy some o'er other some can be!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;

He will not know what all but he do know.

And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

So I, admiring of his qualities.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;

Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.

For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne,

He hailed down oaths that he was only mine;

And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,

So he dissolved, and show'rs of oaths did melt.

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.

Then to the wood will he to-morrow night

Pursue her; and for this intelligence

If I have thanks, it is a dear expense.

But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

To have his sight thither and back again.