The Color Purple Monologue

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

Her mother's words were hardly more than a whisper, but there was no doubt and no panic, only a grim kind of resignation that was mirrored in her steel gray eyes, gone slowly pale over the year that illness had eaten away

Sybil looked down and saw her miniature arms twisted tightly and caught in a shirt she had been putting on. Her mouth was wet with vodka. No, not vodka. How would she know the taste of that? This taste was iron-filled and bitter. It was blood, and it dribbled down her chin. Her voice squeaked and cracked as she sputtered out her words quickly.

"A man travels far to visit the shrine," her voice rang out, echoing around the space. "A man must be in great

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

I would have this answer in a matter of moments. The Tutsis took me to a clearing on the beaches of Lake Kivu. I looked around and realized that we were close to the neighboring country. I saw a wide landscape without major obstacles and wondered what it meant. The guerrillas were tense; however, tough men are used to facing bad times. President Paul Kagame handed me his weapon, whispered in my ear and pointed to the Congo, and at a military village, precisely. Then, I knew why I was there: they gave me a target of opportunity, a prominent Hutu official, who was on the other side of the lake, wearing medals and insignias. I stretched my fingers and took some deep breaths a few times. I placed a homemade projectile into the rifle, a redeeming bullet, once kissing its vile metal. I estimated the distance across us and the strength of the wind, making a ritual to focus on myself. I did not want to miss that shot. Perhaps, I would not have another opportunity like that. In my thoughts, I saw dead Twas children lying on the ground, raped women, and tears coming out of Rose Kabaguyois's eyes. Nevertheless, having painful images in my head, I could not succeed. Therefore, I thought about flowers. The

I wish I could pull myself away, But you’re almost as bad as nicotine. You’re a drug that I fell into, And can’t drag myself out of. I just can’t quit.

They told me to do it. The voices. It's not me, it's the voices! They never stopped talking. I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts.

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

Eyes closed, hands clasped, feet placed together, she looks almost peaceful... But there is nothing peaceful about her death. The angry red lacerations that decorate her neck, highlight her struggle. As I continue to gaze upon the victim, I can’t help shake this familiar feeling.

If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Aye somebody uh, calls somebody get some molly I need some good sauce, clean sauce Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend

Spoken Monologue Task to the play “48 Shades of Brown” by Philip Dean I am playing the part of Chris The monologue takes place after the party when Chris realises that Dan had more luck with girls than him. He just wakes up and goes through his experience at the party with girls and contemplates his situation. (Sleeping and then wake up, slowly standing up) (Yawn)

For the fifth time that night, I walked over to my mom’s bed to see if she was breathing. I felt the relief wash over me when I saw that she was breathing. She had started to slur her words after dinner around six thirty. Judging by my past experiences this meant she popped a handful of her usual pills around quarter to six. There was nothing out of the ordinary for me in the situation. This was every day life for me, the years leading up to my first year of high school. I was fourteen, and I had been taking care of her from what felt like the time I could walk. Little did I know that would be the last night I had to wake up in twenty-minute increments to check on her. When morning came my bags are being packed, confused I asked what was going on? My aunt walked in to the living room and simply said, “you will be living with me.” Just a short phrase changes my life forever on a day I’ll never forget. It was in the

“All you have to do to sacrifice yourself is walk into that temple and hang the amulet on your neck. The amulet is

I don't know why, but you reminded me of magnolias I spilled coffee on my favorite skirt She always smells like lavender, I think it's her shampoo His skateboard was covered in tiny California’s