Notes -
 Six new monologues - almost my first week!  And a few actors have told me they are working on videos - so, once they are done,  am hoping to have a youtube channel for monologues started here.  Maybe a contest for best video? (Any sponsors out there interested?)  Or favorite monologue.....we'll see how the year goes.

Also, once I pass the 10 day mark, will start to list all the monologues on a website page, with headings for male/female, comedy, etc. so people can find what you like a bit more easily.  Again, I want to thank all actors - you are amazing - you bring my words (and every other playwright's!) to life, and it is much appreciated.  So, here is Day #6 - although written for a male, it really is a gender neutral piece.  Have fun!

Small print - A few words about 'free' - I mean that these are free to read, free to perform and video AS LONG AS NO MONEY IS CHARGED.  Once you want to charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me at tigerteam1@gmail.com for royalty info.  These monologues - and all my writing -are protected as follows - All rights reserved under the Berne and Pan-American copyright convention.
But I will be happy to give permission to do a video for youtube, as long as I receive credit - like Tori Langley did (Click here for THE TOWEL LADY.)

The Death Report  by Janet S. Tiger  (c) Feb. 18, 2014  all rights reserved  Day #6

(A man comes out onstage - he is dressed in a suit and tie - he looks like a news reporter, because he is! - with the standard smile and perky attitude.)

Hello, my faithful fans on the nightly 11pm KRP Death Report!

Tonight is a great night for death because it's been a great day for death!  What's our motto?  What are you when you're dead?   (Joyful)  Dead!  Dead! Dead!

As always, we are your 24 hour death station - we have all the most important deaths from all over the world -

(he indicates a 'screen' behind him)

And all over this country

(indicates the screen again)

and great state....

and best of all.....every single death in this city!  That's right - all the people who have died here in your own very town - maybe, if you're lucky, you will know someone in your own neighborhood or street!

Now, due to time restrictions we can only show the famous deaths right now- but we have every single one of the ordinary deaths on our online site - just click the Dead today button for all those details.... but for what everyone is tuning in for - murders....that's what we have tonight!

And today was a great day!  Must be the full moon, my friends....(confidential)  and for those who are accusing our channel of encouraging murders around the full moon each month, that lawsuit is still pending so we cannot comment!  

But tonight is big....(he builds on this)  we have shootings, stabbings, drowning, bludgeoning, electrocution, decapitation, tampering with the brakes, pushing in front of a train and even a whole group poisoning!  What a night!

And...Joey...our skateboarding dog!

(He watches on the 'screen' as the dog skates past)

Stay tuned.....we even have our weather report - with predictions where the next murders might be most likely to happen!

(Takes a deep breath)

And, as a special event....yes, for those who have been watching me for these last ten years, you know that my contract is up, this is my last evening as the newsman of the Death Report, and tomorrow you will have a newer, younger and better looking person here. 

In exchange for this fantastic 10 years of fame and fortune, and all the women, drugs and debauchery I could take, as per the original contract, I will be doing something spectacular for my last night here!

Yes, folks, you've seen it before, but tonight, I  join all my former newsman in the spectacular final show - I will be ...that's right, me!  I will be committing suicide - ON THE AIR! 

(He throws up his hands - hearing the applause.)

Now you have seen the others, and most have chosen the traditional suicides - gun, hanging, poison – BO-RING! I say those are the past!  Old school!  And, since it is my choice how to do this, I have chosen a new way - one that you haven't seen before on this channel!  I am going to commit - suicide by police!

How am I going to do that?  Simple - I'm going out right now, into our beautiful city and start a shootin!  That's right - everyone in the audience has the chance to be part of this!

I have accumulated guns, grenades - all types of blow-uppy things!  And you could say - (Laughs)  Sorry for the bad joke but.......I'm going out with a bang!

 I am going to be traveling around shooting people - maybe even you! 

(He points at the crowd)

In a theater, a mall, a store, (singing)  on the street where you live! 

(He indicates the side of the stage) 

I'll have all my camera people with me -so if you see our KRP news truck - that's right, the one with the Grim Reaper on the side!  - if you see us, come on by - you could be on the news....tonight!  That's right, YOU could be famous! 


(He turns to leave)

....and I have to get going now before the police come for me!

(Runs offstage, stops at the edge.)

And thank you all for making this the best rating of my life!  What am I going be when I finish...Dead! Dead! Dead!

(He exits.  We hear a blast of bullets and an explosion.  The end)


Janet S. Tiger    858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Day #5 -

A few words about 'free' - I mean that these are free to read, free to perform and video AS LONG AS NO MONEY IS CHARGED.  Once you want to charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me at tigerteam1@gmail.com for royalty info.  These monologues - and all my writing -are protected as follows - All rights reserved under the Berne and Pan-American copyright convention

But I will be happy to give permission to do a video for youtube, as long as I receive credit - like Tori Langley did (Click here for THE TOWEL LADY.)


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My Fault   by Janet S. Tiger  (c) Feb. 17, 2014  all rights reserved

(A man is thrown onto the stage - literally falling from the side and taking a moment to get up.  He is disheveled, obviously stoned - not for the first or even 101st time - hair long and stringy - and dirty.  His clothes are dirty - we can almost smelly them.  Torn, not too new, he is not in great shape, maybe even a little bloody from this fight.

He stands with difficulty, shaking a fist at the person who did this.)

I don't think that was very nice, Mom......

(He wipes his nose on his sleeve, stumbles)

It was your fault - all of this was your fault!

And you know it!

(He holds his head as if there is some terrible noise within)

You loved Jimmy more!  You know you did!  You made me into what I am, and I just...I just....

(He now has trouble following the thought, sits on the ground.)

What was I saying?

I need something to drink....

(Shouting)  I need you to let me back in so I can get my stuff!

(He turns - he has heard something.  He ducks to avoid something thrown at him.)

Thanks a lot!

Whadda my gonna do with one shoe?

(He hears another noise, ducks again.   Listens to someone calling, his mouth drops open.  He's really mad now)

(Shouting)  I'm not gonna thank you for throwing my own shoes at me!

If you just took care of me the way you took care of Jimmy - or the damn house, I wouldn't be like this!

Call the cops!  What do I care?

(He turns and his shoulders heave)

It wasn't my fault!  Jimmy was a better rider - he had a newer bike!  I was following him! 

(This is hard for him to talk about, but he is trying.)

(Quieter)  I didn't know the rain would make the ground so slippery.....I didn't know that when he fell and hit his head on those rocks...he would die.  He was older...he shoulda known better........we shoulda had helmets, but no one had helmets then!  That's why I don't ride anymore, Mom!  Why I only walk or take the bus!  If I could do anything to get him back, I would!

(He is almost crying)

I know it destroyed you, Mom, and Dad, and....maybe our whole family, but it wasn't my fault!

(He shakes his head, something coming through the fog.)

Maybe....maybe I shoulda gone first that day, maybe my bike was smaller, maybe it wouldn't have skidded.....maybe I wouldn't have died - or if I did, maybe I'd be better off........maybe you're right mom, maybe it is my fault......

(He stands there, stunned by this revelation.  Then he hears something.)

So you did call the cops...thanks Mom.......

(He walks off, staggering a little.)

Thanks a lot.......


(The end)


This is actually one part of a larger piece that is not yet completed, tentative title AT FAULT, but has another monologue FAULT LINES, for a female actress.





Janet S. Tiger    858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

It's Sunday, and I thank everyone for looking over the first few days.  If you like what you see, you can check out my other collections of monologues at MonologueZone.com, THE ANGINA MONOLOGUES, Monologues for Seniors and on my websites - JanetSTiger.weebly.com and PlaysByJanetSTiger.com

Now, here's my monologue for today -

Pinned by Janet S. Tiger  (c) Feb. 16, 2014  all rights reserved tigerteam1@gmail.com

(An older woman comes onstage, she is dressed in a nightgown and is holding something in her hand)

Pinned.  Funny word.  (She is thinking)

When I was a 14, I had my first boyfriend, and we got pinned.

(She looks down, and she can almost see the pin on her gown.)

I think I still have that pin somewhere in the attic.  A little gold heart that he won at the County Fair.  Jody - he had such nice brown eyes. 

(Remembering, smiling)   That was so lovely.

He was a wrestler, and when he won a match, they would say he pinned the other fellow.  Same word.   But in some ways, he pinned me that way, too!  We got married young, and that kind of pins you down, but I didn't mind.

Then we had children, and we didn't have throwaway diapers back then, so the diapers had to be pinned using these - (she holds up the package)  safety pins.

If you got it right, it was ok, but if you poked those little hineys, oooh, that was not a quiet moment in the middle of the night!  (She laughs, then is quiet)

He was in the Marines during World War II - some of the worst battles of the Pacific, and he told me whenever it got bad, and the bullets were thick, when they were...pinned down.....he would think of me, and somehow that helped him get through.

He almost lost his leg on Okinawa, but they pinned it back together, and even though he limped, he was still my same Jody with the brown eyes, and I wish he were still here to dance with me, limp or not.

(She moves as if dancing, starts to sway, stops)

Now I can barely move, but somehow, when I get into bed, I roll, so, my granddaughter had an idea.  When she first suggested it, I was not exactly happy.  But after I fell out of bed one night, I decided, maybe, just maybe she was right.

Even though you get old, you can't be tied to all your old ideas -  maybe I should say you can't be pinned to them?

Anyhow, that's who I'm waiting for now - my granddaughter, who is going to have me pinned –into my bed.  So I can sleep.  You see, she takes these safety pins, and she pins my nightgown right onto the sheets.  Shoulders, knees, and I’m fine. I don’t roll out of bed.

Pinned.

Who'd a thought?

(She starts to walk offstage.)

Honey, I’m ready to go to sleep!  I need to be pinned!    

(When she is almost offstage, she turns back  - she’s thought of something.)

There is a bright side – she has yet to stick me in the hiney!

(She exits.   The end.)


Janet S. Tiger    858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Like this monologue?  Want to do a video - like Tori Langley did with my TOWEL LADY?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5JPTyEODhM  You can, just include my credit - by Janet S. Tiger  (c) all rights reserved  and have the youtube link to my website JanetSTiger.weebly.com  Q

Three down, only 362 to go!  Today's is 6 pages long, so maybe it can count for tomorrow's, too?  Content alert - some rough language.


                               Talking to Myself –by Janet S. Tiger 
                              © Feb. 15, 2014  all rights reserved
                                       tigerteam1@gmail.com

(The set is a round table with five chairs around it - if you don't have round a card table will do.  Each chair has something either on it or on the table in front of it - one chair has a purse on the table, another has a small pair of glasses, one has a jacket on the chair, one with a strange hat, another a scarf, a glass of water.   A woman enters, she is of indeterminate middle age, and she is very cheerful, perhaps a bit too cheerful.)

Well hello, everyone!  How are all my wonderful friends, today?

(There is –of course - no response from the empty table, and she gets a little irritated)

I know you're all here - I am talking to you.  (She pauses to listen - no response)  Can't you hear me?  (Listens again)   What is going on?  Let me start over.  (She takes a deep breath, even more phony cheerful)  How are ALL my WONDERFUL friends today?

(Now she goes over to the table and lifts up the hat, puts it on, she changes, her voice is different, deep Southern.)

(Southern) How do you think we would be, you fool?  Do you imagine that we just sit here waitin for the likes of you?

(She steps back, takes off the hat, a little surprised)

(As herself) What do you mean?

(She puts the hat back on)

(Southern)  What the hell do you think I mean?  You have no idea what's goin on now, and it shows!  What is this hat?  I would never wear a hat like this - and you know it, too!

(She takes off the hat, chastised)

(Herself)  I'm sorry, I thought the hat would help.  

            (She turns to another chair.)

What about you, do you think this of any value?

(She takes the glasses and puts them on, she now sounds older, male, from a different time)

If these props are necessary for you to perform within your life, then far be it from me to interfere.

(She takes off the glasses)

(herself)  Thank you, Ben, I appreciate that.

(She now goes over to the table and opens the purse, taking out cigarettes and starts to light them.  As she does this, it's as if a hand pulls her to the hat, and she puts the hat on her head, Southern again, and angry.)

(Southern)  If you think that startin to smoke is gonna help you - or any of your other friends here, then you are sadly mistaken!  Put that cigarette down, right now!

(She starts to fight with herself, one hand pulling the cigarettes from the other.  It is a tough battle, but the 'Southern' woman wins)

(Southern)  There, you just forget about all this craziness!  What are you trying to do - kill us all?  Is that what you want?

(She puts the glasses on now, forgetting she still has the hat, and speaks as 'Ben')



(Ben)  I don't think that's what she wants, I believe she is in what you now call - 'a fragile state'

(Southern)  A state of insanity is what I would it, Ben, may I call you Ben?  I mean we are in the same room, in the same head, I would think that's all right.

(As Ben, she waves her hand graciously)

(Ben) Of course, my dear, there are no walls here.  And I certainly am no stranger to battles, why I think it was in 1787, during the Constitutional Convention, during the most heated discussions, that I was able to bring some level of rational thought back into the room.....

(At this, she takes off the hat and glasses and puts on the jacket at the table.  This is a younger man, more physical)

(Tougher voice)  Ok, Ben, that's enough, we know you saved the whole damn country, but right now, there's something else goin on.  You know it, we all know it.  Only thing is, I'm the only one who's man enough to say it.

            (She steps back, not taking off the coat, but now with the Southern accent) 



(Southern)  Say what?  What is it that you can do that we all can't?

(Tough) I can tell the damn truth - that's what I can do.  I can tell the truth and I can make the truth happen, and everyone in this room knows it.

            (There is a moment of apprehension, then quiet, as she picks up the scarf and speaks                      quietly, but with great authority)

I say this not just as an attorney, but as a fellow human being - just because you have committed unspeakable crimes against many other humans does not mean you have the power to destroy this person.  Only she has that power.

 (Herself, very upset)  But I don’t have any power!  He took it all away!  Why did I think going for therapy was a good idea?

(Southern)  Because you believe in what the mass media tells you, honey, and it is mostly a crock of shit.

(Tough)  Yeah, why did you need to talk about us?  He didn’t need to know anything about what you do in this room!

(Herself)  But you are a part of me!  A big part of me!  And I wanted to know why!

(Ben)  And that’s very admirable, my dear.   I don’t understand why everyone is so angry with you.  It doesn’t make sense to me.

(Tough)  Shut up, Ben, I am sick of listening to your high and mighty bullshit.

(Ben)  Your verbal flatulence does not change the facts……

(Tough)  And what are the facts, old man?  That she could talk to us with no problems – hell, her mysteries with me in them are her biggest seller, and you know that!  How much money has her play about you gotten?  Hunh?  And whaddaya mean....‘verbal flatulence?’  You think I didn’t know that was an insult?  Who the hell do you think you are?

(Ben)  I am Benjamin Franklin….who is on the 100 dollar bill as opposed to you who are on the south side of a northbound mule’s ….

(Tough)  What is that supposed to…..

(Herself)  Stop fighting!  I can’t take this anymore!  We used to get along so well…..ok, maybe some arguments, but at least I could talk to all of you without these…..

(She picks up the props in disgust, playing with the scarf.) 

(Herself)  Could I do something drastic?  Could I end a  life?  In all my mysteries, I’ve wondered what that truly feels like.  But now, could I actually….do it?

(Tough)  Sure you could.  I mean, a scarf isn’t the best way, you need a lot of upper body strength to strangle someone……and scarves can rip…

(Ben) Do you feel it is the best solution?

(Southern)  Yeah, what exactly would that accomplish?

(Herself)  It would end this nightmare I’ve been living…..one way or another….(she now takes the scarf and winds it around her throat, but her other hands jerks it back, very roughly)

(Tough)  You can't kill yourself, that would be like...like mass murder!  No,  you know it, deep inside you know it.  You have to do it, not yourself, you have to kill him.  Here.....

(He reaches inside the pocket and pulls out a knife, holds it out.  She throws down the knife and takes off the jacket, she is breathing deeply, very upset)

You know I can't do that, it's..... that would be......

(She goes over slowly, takes the glass of water, drinks heavily. She is now the attorney.)


(Attorney)...... murder.  The legal term is murder.  Premeditated murder.  As an attorney, I have to give you good counsel.  We've talked about this before, my dear.  Every time you write something about death or killing, we talk about many facets of each decision.  There are the technical aspects…

(She speaks and we see her lips move but no sound comes out.  Ben turns to the ‘tough’ guy.)

(Ben)  And you think I talk a lot….

(Tough)  Oh, lawyers are always the worst, right up there with pastors

(We now hear the attorney again)

(Attorney) …..And you know that this would have severe consequences, both legally and emotionally.  Also, it is very, very wrong. 

(She finishes the water, puts the empty glass on the table, stands and puts on the jacket again, becoming almost violent)

(Tough)  Wrong?  What about what he did?  He's the reason she can't write anymore- and you know it!

(She takes her arm and sweeps the table clear of all the items.)

(Tough) That's why she needs all this crap to talk to us - did she ever need it before?  NO!  She just talked, and we talked, and it was good.  But now...it's all changed- do you think these stupid props work?

(She goes to the floor to get the hat, stops.)

(Southern)  Honey, you don't need that stupid hat.  You never needed it before, did you?  All these years of talkin to all of us?  Did you?

(She is herself)

(Herself)  But now, it's different!  He said.....he said.....

(Tough guy)  What did he say?  You know what he said - he said  (with a deep sneer)  that you were talking to ....yourself. Right?

(She shudders and almost cries, pulls herself together)

(As Ben)  Perhaps this line of thought is less valuable than another, perhaps this is a time for compromise....

(Tough)  Shut up Ben, no one wants to hear your shit.  You people comprised about slavery, and look what it caused.  The time for compromise is past!  The time for action is now1

(As herself)  But he has a family, children!

(Tough)  Who gives a shit?  Do you?  I don't think so.  You don’t have a family.  You don't have children. All you had was your writing, and he took that from you, didn't he?  Well, didn't he?

(Almost in tears)  Yes!



(She turns, reliving the moment)

I was finished with the session, I was leaving, and I made some simple comment about how all of you liked him and how you all were glad I was seeing him….and he said….’but, my dear….he always says that when he wants to make some important point….(overemphasizes it) But, my dear, you know you are merely….(very deliberately)  talking to yourself.

(She puts her hands to her face in anguish)

Why did he say that to me?  What purpose did he have?  You are all so real to me – I can feel all of you across the miles, across the centuries!  And if I’m just talking to myself, then…..then I must be…..crazy…..

(She looks at the empty room, becomes herself, but does not put down the knife.)

And this is what?  Could I do it?

(She lifts the knife- is it for herself?)

To write or not to write….that is the question.  Could I actually kill him? 

(Tough)  You could do it, you know you can!

(Southern)  Honey, you are the one in control…..

(Ben) Remember, once you have committed yourself…..no pun intended, my dear, - once you have committed yourself, you cannot turn back the hands of time.

(Lawyer) And don’t forget the legal ramifications…..do you really, truly want to deal with the police, the legal system, the possibility of life in jail…..

(She waves her hands and puts her hands on her head)

(Herself)  Everyone shut up!  I have to think – you need to be quiet for one minute!

(She breathes deeply.)

(Herself)   There, the room has stopped spinning……I know what I have to do….

(She now picks up all the ‘props’ from around the table and floor and puts them into a box, which she marks – Give away.  But then she reaches in and removes the knife, looks at it, starts to smile.  She now brings out a suitcase, and removes an old typewriter and a large manuscript, which she places on the table. 

She now lifts the knife over her head.  She looks at it, takes a deep breath.)

Out, out, damned………..psychiatrist!

(And she plunges the knife into the manuscript, grinding it until the pages are shredded.

She then puts a new piece of paper into the carriage and starts to type.)

Chapter One……I decide NOT to see a shrink……

(The lights fade, as we hear the clacking of the keys and her laughing.)

The end.


Janet S. Tiger    858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8


Some notes - this monologue is over 10 minutes in reading time, so - with action - it could run from 11-15 minutes.  Closer to a one-act, and it needs a very experienced actress.  If you know someone who might be interested, please pass it along- thanks!

It could also have an alternate ending - shorter, as it would not have the typewriter bit, just her leaving with the knife, an ambiguous one, where she leaves, and the audience doesn't know if she plans to kill the shrink or herself, or ?  I prefer the one I have here, but when time is an issu

Wishing everyone a great Valentine's Day. The free monologue for today is:

Valentine's Day Lament 
by Janet S. Tiger 
(c) Feb. 14, 2014  all rights reserved MonologueStore.com

        (A young man comes out onstage, he is dressed nicely, and has a big bouquet - so big it is almost funny, and an equally large box of chocolates.  He is obviously waiting for someone ...someone who is late.  He takes out a cell phone and calls, no answer, he calls another number)

No, she's still not here!  I don't know, I think you gave me some real stupid advice.  I feel like an idiot standing here!  I mean, people are staring at me!  They know somebody stood me up, I mean I have a ten pound box of candy, and two dozen roses, and the candy is melting and the roses are , well, they're not as nice as they were 30 minutes ago!

        (He listens, gets annoyed)

What?  You think I should wait some more?  What the hell for?  I mean, what is the big deal about Valentines' Day for these girls anyway?  It's only one day out of the whole damn year, and it costs a fortune and I haven't even taken her to dinner yet and I......

        (He listens, gets even madder.)

I don't care what you say - it's a big scam designed to get people to spend money!  And hard-earned money at that!  We've only gone out for a month, and she's nice and all, but......

        (Listens, now he's steaming)

Well, you're not the one everyone's pointing fingers at!  And you're not the one who spent a whole day's salary on somebody!  You're married, you don't have to do much - what did you tell me?  A card and a nice dinner does it!  (Listens)  And no, I do not have any intention of getting married to save money on Valentine's Day!   Look, I am going to wait here exactly one more minute - that's sixty seconds and then I am going to eat all this candy and give these flowers to the next old lady I see - at least I can make someone's day!

       (He finishes the call, still angry, looks at the watch, the time is counting down.....approaching the one minute mark.  He starts shaking his head, about to give away the flowers - even takes one out -  when he hears something.  He turns and looks, and his whole face - never mind the face - his whole body changes.  He lights up like a Christmas tree - ok, wrong holiday, but you get the idea.  He walks toward the edge of the stage, dropping one of the flowers.)

That's ok, I haven't been waiting long.......no, I wasn't worried, I knew you'd be here.

        (He steps off for a minute, and when he returns, he does not have the flowers or candy, but is smiling as if he has won the lottery.  Now he runs to get the flower that dropped.  When he picks it up, he looks at the audience.)

Maybe it's not such a bad day after all....

         (He puts the flower into his lapel and runs off - or maybe he actually lifts off!)

               The end. - Or maybe just the beginning of the end!

Today is a special day.  Feb. 13, 2014.  Thirty-five years ago, something happened that changed my life forever - my dear grandmother passed away, and I was with her when she died.  I will write more about her throughout the upcoming year, but basically,  her death was part of what started me on my path as a playwright - and since then, I have written many one-acts, full-lengths and monologues.  For the last year, I've tried to write five minutes every day, which has resulted in new works including THE BOOK OF TEAS, TIME TRAVEL CAFE, TALES FROM THE CRIB and more. 

Some of you reading this may have performed my work, like THE TOWEL LADY, or the 'Blood' monologue from TRANSFUSION which have been published and produced all over the world (including places as diverse as Jakarta and the Kennedy Center!) Since starting my first website a few years back - PlaysByJanetSTiger.com, I have also offered my new monologues to all actors - as a thank you, and to see how they would run on stage.

Actors have been very helpful - I have a great admiration for all those who stand on a stage to entertain.  Without you, my words are just letters on a page.

For the last few years, I have wanted to see if I could write one new complete monologue per day - and today I made the decision that this is the time to start. So, I hereby make a commitment, and I am commencing on a journey to write, every day for the next 365 days, one complete monologue every day. 

I realize that some days may come where I cannot do this - those who know me are aware that I have a lot of obligations (an 89-year-old father, a husband who had a stroke) but if I cannot do a monologue on a specific day, I will try to catch up by doing an extra one in the week following.

Each monologue will be able to stand on its own - I will have some for men, some for women, others where it won't matter which gender.

I am offering them to all the actors in the world for free for this next year - for all classroom assignments, auditions, and showcases where no tickets or donations are charged.  And if you want to videotape, you hereby have permission (as long as you give credit and link to my website) and my encouragement.  Please spread the word - my monologues have been done all over the world - these are new, and I would love to hear how they do.  (And if you like my work, I have lots of tried and true monologues elsewhere on my sites - JanetSTiger.weebly.com
and The MonologueZone.com among others.)

And a big thank you to my grandmother - my first inspiration, to all my family and friends, who have supported my writing throughout the years, and to all who come on this journey with me! 

I am going to start this year with a monologue called -


NAKED ON STAGE by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved  Feb. 13, 2014. 

    (A young woman comes onstage, she is beaming.  She looks around and waves at the audience, she is exuberant..)

Hi!  Hi!

I can't believe this!  I have dreamed of being in front of an audience like this for years!  My first show!  What a dream!  It's so real, it feels just like I am actually here!

Look at this!  i know if I was actually awake, i would be SO nervous I couldn't even think straight, but wow, in a dream, I have all the confidence in the world....

Boy, is it warm ....I think this is the warmest summer we've ever had....it must be like 95 in here, even with the Air conditioning!

But you know what, since, it's a dream, I could take off my pants......

           (She removes her pants, starts laughing.)

I have had dreams like this since I was a kid - walking down the street with no clothes and no one pays attention!

But now, oh, this will make tomorrow so much easier.....

I will just float on....and will deliver my lines.....

           (She throws out her arms as if she has finished a great oration, then bows.)

Thank you, I love you all!

           (She takes off as much clothing as she wants......)

Oh, that feels fantastic!  I'm free!  What a fabulous dream!

           (She dances around the stage, and then, when- hopefully- the audience is  laughing at her or reacting in some way, she starts to notice them.)

Wait a minute....just wait a little minute....usually no one notices in my dreams when I have no clothes......

           (She goes to the front of the stage, peers at the crowd.)

Oh, my God.....it can't be....I don't know....is it possible....that this is not a dream....

           (She pinches herself and yelps.)

Aaaaahh! 

           (She now grabs her clothes off the stage, putting them on rapidly...and runs off, stopping to look back)

I hope this won't affect the reviews.....

            (She exits, the end.)