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Finer Noble Gases
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monologue
1-2 minutes

Dot's Library Ritual

Finer Noble Gases

by Adam Rapp

In the library at my junior high they have these huge computer monitors. The size of small refrigerators. Three-feet high some of them. The most beautiful screen savers you’ll ever see. Mountains. Waterfalls. Pictures of magic cities. Colors that haven’t even been invented yet. If you stand next to the hard drives and listen real close you can hear them singing. Like hummingbirds. A gazillion megahertz of ram just whirling away. Sometimes I go real early in the morning. When nobody’s there. And I just listen. I listen for a while and then for some reason I hug each monitor. One by one. There’s like fifty of them. I hug each one and I get a little part of that song inside me. It’s the most beautiful way to start the day. I think those birds on the rhinos are so cool. In the library, there’s this one African Grassland screen saver with little birds. They ride around on this elephant and eat the bugs off its back. There’s a lion, too, but he doesn’t do anything. The elephant walks around and drinks water out of the wallows. That’s where the rhinos play with their kids.
What I Did Last Summer
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monologue
1-2 minutes

Bonny's Secret Meeting

What I Did Last Summer

by A.R. Gurney, Jr

You know where this is? This is the out place on the back road where Charlie and Ted and I used to sell lemonade in the old days. I got a secret note from Charlie, asking me to meet him here, so here I am. I shouldn’t even be here. My parents would kill me if they knew. They think he’s bad news from the word ‘go.’ My mother thinks he’s worse than Ted, even. So, I had to lie to them. I told them I was going over to Janice’s to listen to the “Hit Parade.” Oh God, I’m lying more and more! Is this what it means to be a woman? And why is it we women are always drawn to such dangerous men? I feel like Juliet, in Shakespeare’s play of the same name. Who says this whole thing isn’t secretly about me? What a scary place this is, at night. Right around here is where Margie Matthews met that skunk. And here’s where Harvey’s dachshund named Pickle was run over by the milkman. If I had any sense, I’d go over to Janice’s after all. Anything, but stand around and wait for a crazy boy who’s run away from his own home! But I can’t let him down. I’ve got to stay. It’s my duty as a friend and neighbor.
Gemini
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monologue
1-2 minutes

Hershel's Trolley Graveyard

Gemini

by Albert Innaurato

There’s a trolley graveyard about two blocks from here. I could go see the engine any time. The trolley graveyard is well, like, I guess, beautiful, you know? Really. They’re just there, like old creatures everyone’s forgotten, some of them rusted out, and some of them on their sides, and one, the old thirtytwo, is like standing straight up as though sayin’, like, I’m going to stand here and be myself, no matter what. I talk to them, Oh, I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t tell my mother, please? It’s, you know, like people who go to castles and look for, for, well, like, knights in shining armor, you know? That past was beautiful and somehow, like, pure. The same is true of the trolley
To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday
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monologue
1-2 minutes

Rachel's Mother's Hat

To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday

by Micheal Brady

This was my mother’s hat, kind of her lucky hat. The last time I saw her, I mean before the accident, she was wearing this hat. She always wore this hat. This was her bike. It’s a long story. We used to come out here, first thing when she got back from the summer. It was like our place to get reacquainted, have a mother daughter…… She would tell me all about the orangutans and then she’d go develop her pictures. I remember the last time she had given the orangutans our names. Esther was the bossy one. Paul was the one that made faces all the time. And Rachel was very, very quiet. I had forgotten that. You know sometimes I think about her, and somehow she’s still alive.