Opening Monologues Novels & Stories

The actor proudly lifted his chin, commanding their attention, and spoke the opening lines of the play: Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. As the actor continued his long monologue, introducing the play, Caitlin was overwhelmed by his clarity of voice, by his precision, by how the actors performed in this day and time. It was truly an art form. The play unfolded, the narrator followed by a large, rowdy group of actors, who played out an opening fight scene in a crowded marketplace, quickly establishing the rivalry between the two families in the play: the Montague

"It seems not possible to open without drilling." Two G growls beside him, "Let me see." "Wait, wait! Do you hear that?" They become stiff, because someone is opening the door of the room. Mahone silently shifts back from the trellis, his heart racing. Who is there coming? A guard to check? They all prick up their ears, holding their breaths. "Mahone? Are you there?" A voice whispers. Mahone exhales sharply, then comes in the light, laughing. "You scared me, brother."

"I'll make you pay," Before words could be spoken by anyone, the large doors burst open, and two wolves rushed in. Everyone's attention drifted to these two unknown wolves. And they shifted, revealing themselves as Ophelia and Hamilton. A familiar scene basked in Finlay's nostrils and he could feel her even though he hadn't turned around to look at her. "My lord?" A trembling Ophelia croaked out as she looked in his direction. Slowly, he snapped his head at her and Ophelia released an audible gasp of shock, before losing her balance.

"Monalisa please let me in. I want to talk to you. What's going on? I feel so lost? What happened? What's going on Monalisa? Please open the door and let me in. Let's resolve the issue. Monalisa please...I beg of you. Mona" His voice cracked on the last name. I sank down behind the door and let the sound of his begging soak into me. My shoulders shook. Tears burned my eyes. I wanted to run, to hide, to vanish. Instead I wiped my face with the back of my hand and slid the bolt. When I opened the door I forced my face calm. I stepped out of my room and shut the door slowly behind me. My hands were folded tight against my chest so they would not tremble.

Will. Seven stone seats formed a ring around the flame, but only one was lit by its glow. As we entered, a voice spoke not in words, but in memory. I saw flashes. Me, lifting the Hollow Crown. Me, holding a child I’d never birthed. Me, standing over a battlefield, alone. Then fire surged. And the real voice came: "Speak your worst truth, or burn beneath the weight of silence." Dahlia gasped. Seris dropped to her knees.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

I said nothing because I had nothing to say to them at that moment. “Humans who forget their place… disappear without a trace, is that clear?” one of them said softly. The door opened again. They moved apart before I even saw why, a reflex, practiced and immediate. They straightened, dropped their eyes, and spoke together in a single voice. “Good day, Lady Monica.”

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

“That corny and dangerous man would forever destroy us. It's give and take… if you want him to spare you, you have to give him something in return. What exactly do you have to give him? Will you give away your powers?” “Of Course not.” Queen Manon retorted, “So what do we do?” “It seems there's nothing we can do but sit calmly, cross our legs while enjoying the breeze, eat good food and wait for the darkness to come and kill us,” Othello blurted out. “Kill you. Because I'm definitely not dying today.” Lavanya roared, “I shall work through the valley of the shadow of death and I shall fear no evil.” Queen Manon giggled, “Where did you read that from Lavanya?”

Even if it is a contract marriage she wishes to continue, Her life with Rome is all that she ever wished for but why is Celine taking it from her again? Ophelia opened the door to her room, she cleaned her face and applied some makeup changing into a new dress she encouraged herself. “Ophelia you can do this” It’s not the first time you have been betrayed, everyone is just the same thing Ophelia said to herself summoning her courage she walked out couragely. The trip was so quiet they neither communicated nor chatted with each other till they finally arrived at the Sinclair mansion. Before entering the house, they could hear the Old man screaming and shouting inside “Where the hell is that b