Drop Dead Juliet Monologue Novels & Stories

I leaned on the fence outside this complex, mostly because I was dizzy, but also because I really wanted to see if Jacob would come to the window like some pantomime of Romeo and Juliet. “Jacob, wherefore art thou, Jacob?” I singsonged. “Deny thy father and, something, something, Capulet, but you aren’t a Capulet, you’re a West.” I moaned. “Why did you have to be born a West? We could’ve had it all!” I started singing “Rollin’ in the Deep” as best as I could, which was not good at all when I was sober, let alone drunk. After a few earsplitting bars, a man yelled from his window, “Shut the fuck up, lady!”

There's no point in looking at our teacher knowing that he wasn't in the best of moods after the sluts went, we made our way to the stage, but I didn't go up which made Cam, Perry, and Harry pushing me on the stage then says, "Wait, Mr. Colon, Faye wants to try out for Juliet." Throwing quick daggers at them as he nods his head and hand me the sheet they were on, "Read whatever lines you want.", Mr. Colon says. I nod and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Oh, to be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by another name, would smell as sweet. So Romeo would- were he not Romeo called- retain that dear perfection which he owns without that title. Romeo, remove th

I spat out. Kade's face drew into a sneer. "Tough luck Romeo, you can't save your Juliet. She's already drank the poison. She'll be here in a few minutes. You're going to see the hope vanish from her eyes when she realizes she can't save either of you. You're going to watch as the very last drop of life leaves her body. You'll know what it feels like to have your soul torn apart." I could feel my chest tighten with every word he spoke.

As if destiny had played some cruel trick on him. Sage became lost in the play as the hours passed, seeing flashes of his lifetime before him, feeling himself nearing the end, feeling weaker, knowing he was dying. He was losing himself in the play, losing all sense of time and space as finally, the play neared its end, Romeo dying, Juliet discovering him and ending her monologue: What’s here? a cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

[Juliet's POV] A burst of white light flashed, and I opened my eyes once again. I was hovering right over the very spot where I had just died. Hadn't my soul already shattered to nothingness? Before I could even ask my question, a force pulled me right to Jeffrey's side. He was covered in blood after surviving a brutal fight earlier. He was curled up on my bed, murmuring repeatedly, "Lucas… Juliet…" I floated silently next to him, my heart completely devoid of any emotion. Although my feelings were already a thing of the past to me, the agonizing pain of being torn apart by zombies was still etched deep in my soul.

“You won’t win, no matter how hard you try.” His eyes raked over me, from head to toe. “You keep using the wrong words,” he said, stepping closer. “I always get what I want. And if you think you’ve figured anything out… you’re a fool.” “I’m not scared of you,” I said again, but my voice was weaker now. He took another step toward me. I stepped back until my back hit the wall. I gasped. He leaned in, his breath warm and heavy. “Juliet Ryder dies in a diner in China." He clicked his tongue. "What a shameful death.”

Hank asks through sleepy eyes. “What you mean to say is Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.” Juliet tells him. Hank laughs, “I think Juliet says that line.” “She does, but in our case, I am Romeo, who must leave or die and you, Juliet, who is left behind,” Juliet leans against him. “I don’t want to end up in a tomb kissing your lips in hopes of finding enough poison to kill me too.”

Julius was kneeling down next to the lifeless body of Romeo. He was sobbing uncomfortably and the stream of tears were flowing down his his cheek to the chin. When he opened his mouth the streams of salty water flowed in. He had a painful lump in his throat. The more he tried to let his voice out the more it was blocked by the lump. He was hurt to the point if hurting himself. He had reached the state if being a danger to himself. Not in a single day had he thought that death would separate them so early.

She said. "I will but I want to do that with you." I told Juliet. "Most importantly, I hope you find someone who will love you as much as you love me." Juliet said slowly. "No, I don't want anyone else, I want you. I love you." I cried. "Goodbye Ashton, I love you too." She said and the machine beside her gave a long beep sound. Before my eyes, Juliet was pronounced dead.

Maybe Anastasia really had broken his mind. With a quiet exhale, I let go of his throat just before he passed out. Marci doubled over, coughing violently as he gasped for air. Juliet shot me a sharp glare. “Killing him won’t get us anywhere. So, for once, keep your damn hands to yourself.” Wrong. Killing him would’ve brought me peace. But I only hummed in response, too angry to form words. Juliet turned her attention to him. “Do you need water?”