Dramatic Monologues for Female Actresses

As soon as my eyes woke up to the bitter cold of the night and stars covered by black blanket of clouds, I knew that this was it. I had tried to prepare myself that day, but I was at school when it happened. The moment the intercom came over the classroom, “Hailey Wooldridge needs to come the office, her mom is here to check her out,” my heart stopped. I was able to make it to the office without losing my composure, but as soon as my eyes met my mom standing there with tears in hers I lost it. Right there standing in the school office, the food gates of heaven opened up in my eyes and I could not stop the rivers from flowing. My best friend since kindergarten had died. All the planning of moving in together when we went to college was down the drain. The late nights of watching horribly filmed scary movies was done. My heart was broken, and the pieces are still not taped together properly. Two days later was her funeral. Her mother had asked me to say a couple of words about her during the service, but the thought of standing next to her lifeless body talking about her and not to her made everything seem surreal. By the power of prayer and numerous amounts of tears, I stood up from my seat and walked lifelessly to the podium that viewed hundreds of people waiting to see what I had to say. I do not know how I got through that speech without hysterically crying, but somehow, I talked like I was having a conversation with Serra once again. In front of me, I

Today, Mother has starved me again; I haven’t eaten food in four days. I did my chores and everything she asked from me. I have no source of food, I would usually get the leftovers, but last week Mother found out and I was punished for it, I’m used to it at this point. I got beaten up today too, for no reason I didn’t even talk or move. I wonder why Mother hates me that much, I’m the only child treated like that , sometimes I feel like I am a slave and that I am not part of the family , while Russell, Ronald, and Stan are treated like kings compared to me, sometimes I blame them but then again it is not their fault

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

1. Why should an actor have several monologues ready at any time? The reason why an actor should have so many monologues, is because if there is any type of change then the actor and producer do not have to struggle with finding or figuring out others. 2. Why does the director spend time talking to the actors individually at callbacks?

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.

“Sweetie? Where are you going?” I heard my mother’s faint voice call out from the kitchen. I was standing at the front door, halfway through opening it when I heard her voice. It was Oli’s, my best friend’s, birthday and her, Angelo, and Dante, were going to Las Vegas to spend her special weekend.

No need to say sorry I know your an extremely busy person and thats what I admire the most of you, that you take time of your busy schedule to make time for those seeking help in you. Thats what an amazing person does in this world. Seek to help anyone without anything in return.