Before you head over to our handy search page, here is a selection of highlights that caught the eye of Michael, our resident monologue expert, which give a great overview of what you can expect to find as you search through our growing catalogue.

Female monologues

IN THE VIOLET TIME by Sue Smith

Character: Violet
Age: Child
Gender: Female
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 12

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At night is when I use my gift. I don’t walk the Hungry Mile - I fly it. The mile from Millers Point to Pyrmont to Darling Harbour. I fly high above all those broken, trudging men. I fly and swoop and sweep right over the harbour, past the pylons of the great bridge they’re building, over the frothing cream on the black of the water. Over this wide, long, town that steams and blisters in the heat.

 

YANAGAI! YANAGAI! by Andrea James

Character: Munarra
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Female
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 74

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You may dig my grave! [pause] But as long as this river flows, the lake fills and floods, the red gums sway and grow - we are here. For as long as the eagle flies and the long neck turtle swims - we are here. Like every grain of sand on our rivers shores - we are here. Like the line that connects me to my traditions - we are here. Like every leaf on every branch on every tree on this land - we are here. We are here! We are here!

 

THE DIVER by Peta Murray

Character: Ziggy
Age: Teens
Gender: Female
Length: 5-10 mins
Starts on page: 1

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Sieglinda Baddeley, Sieglinda! All because mum likes opera. What I'd like to know is: how'd I get to be named after some Viking battle axe and you get to be named after something that lets you lift a car to change a flat tyre? Nothing makes sense anymore. Mum’s changed, Jack. When she was married to Dad she used to be so…normal. Now you’re here and Dad’s gone and Mum’s different (Pause).You know what she gave me for my birthday this year? A spanner. Can you believe it? A spanner.

 

EYES TO THE FLOOR by Alana Valentine

Character: Daniella
Age: Teens
Gender: Female
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 42

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Miss, permission please please, I have to go to the toilet. I have to go. I'm begging you to go. (BEAT) The caves up behind the house. The red of the rock, the pale dry whiteness of the sand in the red rock cave. The view out to the great dry plain. The spinifex skipping and twirling. The gum tree swaying and bending. The sun glinting on the breeze on the leaves. A glorious day. A glorious sunny day, safe and happy and smiling and O God, O God please let me go to the toilet.

 

SONGS FOR NOBODIES by Joanna Murray-Smith

Character: Billie Holiday/ Too Junior Jones
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Female
Length: over 10 mins
Starts on page: 17

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This great big silence descended over us. It drowned out the tinkling of the bar music and the low hubbub from the booth seats. It was the biggest, longest silence I ever heard. It was a silence that seemed to stretch way into the future to the very point at which a preacher intoned over my coffin: ‘We are here to farewell Too Junior Jones. Let it be noted that no-one wrote about brassieres the way she did.’

 

THE WORDS (LA PAROLES) by Daniel Keene

Character: Helen
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Female
Length: 3-5 mins
Starts on page: 8

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- you look through people’s windows and imagine it’s your room you’re looking into that bed that chair that rug that table you imagine yourself in the room out of the cold out of the heat away from people’s gaze alone and at peace but you know all the time that it isn’t your room that you haven’t a chair or a bed or a rug or a table and no ease and no peace and no solitude but loneliness and that what you love is what you wish you didn’t love.

Male monologues

AFTERSHOCKS by Paul Brown et al

Character: John
Age: 20s
Gender: Male
Length: 3-5 mins
Starts on page: 12

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I’m there up this big ladder, A-frame, a pretty tall ladder, I’m up top of that, big glass ball in my hand. All of a sudden rumble rumble, boom… Mid-air mate, and I’m running. Hit the ground. Straight out the door, don’t break the ball. Put it back inside the door. Explosion, BHP, that sort of thing, gas, or something like that? Anyway, I’ve just bolted out the door… And I turn around and look back at the Club, and my jaw drops in unbelief, you know. I can’t believe what had happened, and I’ve gone: ‘Ah, no’.

 

LOST WEEKEND by John Romeril

Character: Eric
Age: 40s
Gender: Male
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 305

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Part of the state the union sends me to I know nobody. I pull up in this one-horse town. Go for a drink. I don’t have a clue how to set about getting one name, let alone the fifteen I’m supposed to gather. Two blokes in the bar, rednecks, right-wing hollow heads, fencers, drinking with the local squatter, bit like Charles, sort of a rural fascist, moleskins, R. M. Williams boots, League of Rights hairdo. New to town? Just got in, I say. Whatcha do? I decide why pussyfoot around? An organiser—Metal Workers Union.

 

CONNIE AND KEVIN AND THE SECRET LIFE OF GROCERIES by Noelle Janaczewska

Character: Kevin
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Male
Length: over 10 mins
Starts on page: 14

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The one forty-five lull before the late lunch run,/ And I’m watching to see when the girl from the sandwich counter takes her break,/ While Mrs Oh who owns this stall,/Raves on about her eldest son:/Michael-more-degrees-than-a-fucking-thermometer;/Dish-washer to doctor in the leap of one generation./ Two combination omelette coming up, and –/There she goes: the girl with the blonde ponytail and pages of sad endings in her eyes./

 

KAFKA DANCES by Timothy Daly

Character: Franz
Age: 30s
Gender: Male
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 35

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...because a person like you deserves a husband who loves her so completely that he would never torment her in the way that, that you would be tormented if ever you were so rash and foolhardy as to consent to be my wife, and I, let me repeat, I'm ashamed to be mentioning such an outrageous proposal if it were not for the fact that you have always been so kind and generous that even the biggest fool in the world doesn't feel himself a little wiser for having been in your presence.(Pause) Is that clear?

 

AWKWARD REDEMPTION by Georgia Keighery

Character: Stanley
Age: 30s
Gender: Male
Length: 3-5 mins
Starts on page: 1

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I found her this morning actually. In her recliner, with her little dinner tray on her lap. That's how she ate her dinner since I can remember. On the recliner, with the tray, a little doily under her steak and mash. She always listened to Revered Hanley giving his evangelical sermons on the radio. She always chorused when he quoted from the bible. She couldn't let a bible quote go without chorusing it. The police officer and I deduced that that's how she died. Choked on her steak, mid-prayer.

 

STRANGERS IN BETWEEN by Tommy Murphy

Character: Ben
Age: 20s
Gender: Male
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 49

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There are Lebs there too. And junkies. Junkie Lebs. Terrorist junkie Lebs everywhere and the drought. Council’s got to do something. More roundabouts. Ivan Milat’s running for alderman but. Shooters Party and a Family First preference deal, they reckon. It’s such a hot day. Come back. We’d drive straight to the pool. Straight down the highway. Straight through town. Straight to the pool. Dive in and swim to the other side.

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ELEPHANT PEOPLE (A SIDESHOW OPERA) by Daniel Keene

Character: Chorus
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Unspecified
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 46

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Dear spectators, /You think that your gaze makes us/your possessions; that your revulsion, /even your wonder, makes us/Tamed captives, /Monsters /Of your childish dreams. /But we are free/ Beyond your imagining;/ We have dreams of our own./ Even without you we exist./ We require neither your curse nor blessing./ Dear spectators/ In your world/ Our wild possibilities are aberrations,/ Our strange beauty is fearful./ It is you who are captive,/ Domesticated by a thousand anxieties;/ Monsters/ Who cannot be distinguished/ One from the other,/

 

LOVE ME TENDER by Tom Holloway

Character: Chorus
Age: Unspecified
Gender: Unspecified
Length: under 3 mins
Starts on page: 36

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...out of the car I see his eyes. Grey. Shallow. He doesn’t squint from the brightness of the sun. He doesn’t seem to feel the burn of it on his skin or the immense heat of it on his brow. He walks over and shoots another cow in the head. More blood. Again the animal falls to the ground. Again he does not flinch at the sound of the gun or the blood of the animal or by being faced with death that has come from his hands. This is not right. This is not what we are here for.