Description: A teen tells her diary about her worst day yet. Genre: Dramedy
Dear diary, A lot happened today, so get ready. Okay, so this morning, my nine-year-old twin neighbor sisters,Ashley and Abbiie , just walked into my room, without knocking, stole my rolex , and necklace, then walked out. I told them that they couldn’t take my stuff, but Abbie said, “We don’t care,” and Ashley ignored me. Then, when I got on the bus this morning, none of my friends were on it, and I had to sit with a stranger! Talk about awkward. That’s not even the worst part of today. At lunch we had meatloaf, so I went hungry. Normally one of my friends has a lunchbox and shares with everyone, but not today. Then I forgot to finish my Acting class homework so now I have to redo it for half credit. Finally, I got home expecting to eat a snack and relax… until my mom said that she and dad needed to talk to all of us. Even my little sister, who is only five. I had no idea what they could need to talk to us about, but we all sat on the couch anyway. That’s when they told us that they’re having another baby! Can you believe it? Another one? And the worst part is that it’s a girl! We are a family of all boys. girls are so gossip! I have no idea how I’m going to live with one. Mom and dad say I’ll be happy when she is born, just like I was with my little brothers, but I highly doubt it. In any case, I’ll keep you posted. Until next time, Arash.
A dramatic monologue from short drama script End of the Argument. Arash has reached his emotional limit with his fiancé and physically restrains himself.
Arash: I wasn’t threatening you! I would never raise a finger to you. Never! You get me so worked up all the time, you know exactly how to push my buttons, it’s like a knife going in and I do question how I have the patience to be with you at times and I am concerned that maybe some day I will go over the edge and become a piece of shit, just like my old man and if that ever did happen, I’d kill myself, so when I say I need to leave, it isn’t because I can’t make it to the end of the argument, it’s because you take my emotions to a whole new level and I don’t like the way it makes me feel, this build up of anger and I get worried, scared even, that I won’t be strong enough to hold it together because all I want to do is break apart and shatter everything around me and I don’t want to be like this!
In the wild west, high up on the steep shore and not far from the open seacoast, stood a young man named Arash. He was just 39 years old, but that short time was to the human as the same number of days might be to us. We wake by day and sleep by night, and then we have our dreams. It is different with Arash; it is obliged to keep awake through the days of the year and does not get any sleep till night time comes. Night time is his time for rest—his night after the long days of Summers.
During many a warm summer, the Ephemeras, which are flies that exist for only a day, had fluttered about the young man, enjoyed life, and felt happy. And if, for a moment, one of the tiny creatures rested on the large, fresh shoulder, Arash would always say: “Poor little creature! your whole life consists of but a single day. How very short! It must be quite melancholy.”
“Melancholy! what do you mean?” the little creature would always reply. “Why do you say that? Everything around me is so wonderfully bright and warm and beautiful that it makes me joyous.”
“But only for one day, and then it is all over.”
“Over!” repeated the fly; “what is the meaning of ‘all over’? Are you ‘all over’ too?”
“No, I shall very likely live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole seasons long; indeed, it is so long that you could never reckon it up.”
“No? then I don’t understand you. You may have thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments in which I can be merry and happy. Does all the beauty of the world cease when you die?”
“No,” replied Arash; “it will certainly last much longer, infinitely longer than I can think of.”
“Well, then,” said the little fly, “we have the same time to live, only we reckon differently.” And the little creature danced and floated in the air, rejoicing in its delicate wings of gauze and velvet, rejoicing in the balmy breezes laden with the fragrance from the clover fields and wild roses, elder blossoms and honeysuckle, and from the garden hedges of wild thyme, primroses, and mint.
The perfume of all these was so strong that it almost intoxicated the little fly. The long and beautiful day had been so full of joy and sweet delights, that, when the sun sank, the fly felt tired of all its happiness and enjoyment. Its wings could sustain it no longer, and gently and slowly it glided down to the soft, waving blades of grass, nodded its little head as well as it could, and slept peacefully and sweetly. The fly was dead.
In this boy monologue, Arash tells his friend that a guy asked the same girl he likes out on a date and married her so he feels betrayed.
Arash: Andy knew I liked her first. He’s a traitor. He said he was my best friend. If he was my best friend he never would have kissed Catherine. He did it behind my back and I hate him for it. He lied to me. He said that he was going to the gym to play basketball after school but what he really did was took Cathy to the ice cream parlor like a sneak.
I don’t ever want to talk to him again! He can have his stupid video games back and stupid comic books back. I would throw them out but I can’t throw out Batman or Iron Man…
I hope he never tries to be my friend again. And I don’t ever want to look at Debbie again. I don’t want to know them anymore for as long as I live!
THERE was once a prince who wanted to marry a princess. But she must be a real princess, mind you. So he traveled all round the world, seeking such a one, but everywhere something was in the way. Not that there was any lack of princesses, but he could not seem to make out whether they were real princesses; there was always something not quite satisfactory. Therefore, home he came again, quite out of spirits, for he wished so much to marry a real princess.
One evening a terrible storm came on. It thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down; indeed, it was quite fearful. In the midst of it there came a knock at the town gate, and the old king went out to open it.
It was a princess who stood outside. But O dear, what a state she was in from the rain and bad weather! The water dropped from her hair and clothes, it ran in at the tips of her shoes and out at the heels; yet she insisted she was a real princess.
“Very well,” thought the old queen; “that we shall presently see.” She said nothing, but went into the bedchamber and took off all the bedding, then laid a pea on the sacking of the bedstead. Having done this, she took twenty mattresses and laid them upon the pea and placed twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
The princess lay upon this bed all the night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
“Oh, most miserably!” she said. “I scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I cannot think what there could have been in the bed. I lay upon something so hard that I am quite black and blue all over. It is dreadful!”
It was now quite evident that she was a real princess, since through twenty mattresses and twenty eider-down beds she had felt the pea. None but a real princess could have such delicate feeling.
So the prince took her for his wife, for he knew that in her he had found a true princess. And the pea was preserved in the cabinet of curiosities, where it is still to be seen unless some one has stolen it.
In Sack of Feathers, Arash and his daughter Vee battle it out during business hours over a life changing event that may be promising after all.
Arash: Let me tell you about feeling ill. Each morning I rise, I look over to the opposite side of the bed and see no one. Nothing there but a cold emptiness. That was your father. Cold as ice in life and cold as ice being gone.
I didn’t ask to take over the business but here I am and I’ve always knew I could do it better than him. The company has grown these past twelve years, year over year substantially because like you your father was soft. You are his replica! As soon as I took the reins I knew what to do and I was responsible for cutting out the fat and getting everyone in line. I wasn’t afraid. I was angry! And right now I am as angry as ever!
Looking at you from the waste up, all I see is intelligence wasted. You mope around the premises like there’s a gun to your head. Fear, uncertainty, panic…no guts! And I’m supposed to entrust this company to you when I’m gone? I think not. If I were the next of kin I would bend this company over my knee and give it a good spanking. You have no belief in your abilities and I’m not going to lead you by the hand and point ferociousness out to you. It’s either in you or it’s not, kid. So, there we are. That’s the truth of this story.
In this monologue, ARASH talks about the challenges he faces between work, being a good husband.
Arash: I have this tendency to constantly feel like I’m never doing enough. Does that ever happen to you? I work long hours at my job and then I come home and work long hours at my home based business, plus taking care of my daughters and it’s overwhelming. My wife wants to have more children and I look at her like she has three heads because I already feel maxed out.
But that’s just it. Although I feel pushed to my limit, I still feel like I’m not doing enough. I grind all day and by the time I get to bed all I’m doing is thinking about how unsatisfied I feel because I feel like didn’t do enough.
I’m starting to turn off where things matter most. I tune out my daughter some afternoons, partly for my sanity and partly because I’m working and I’m not sure any of it is going to end up well.
My wife tells me that I’ve become distant, I’m in my own world all the time. I don’t want to be that way.
When I’m not working, I’m thinking about working and I have anxiety over it. I’m finding it more and more difficult to have a good time whenever we go out as a family or whenever my wife and I go out on our weekly date. Physically, I’m present but mentally, I’m somewhere else and it’s scaring me.
How do I turn it off? I don’t want to lose my wife. I don’t want my daughter growing up feeling like she didn’t have a mother and a father who loved her enough. I don’t want to neglect my business either because I feel like it’s going…oh, listen to me…I’m a selfish human being, aren’t I? I am…
I love my family and they are everything to me. I’m not so sure I can juggle this circus anymore without giving something up. It won’t be my family but don’t I get a chance to do the things I want to do in my own individual life? Does that really make me so bad of a person?
In To The Lake, Arash talks to Nancy about how she vividly remembers being a crocodile and how he shouldn’t doubt her when she tells him its fact.
Arash: I was a crocodile in my past life. I am so sure of it. Always have these thoughts, past memories from living under water and on land. Always remember the coolness from under my belly, the rocks, the mud, the grass..everything I touched, really. Had this dream last night that proved it. This dream of mine was so vivid, that it just had to be true. How else would I know?? I was a crocodile! I recall two incidents that are hard to ever forget. One where I ate a man’s arm and another when I got caught in a net, and I was rolling around inside this net, but it would only get tighter and tighter…it was strangling me to death, I was so restricted…I tried to roll in the opposite direction, but it seemed that no matter what I did, the net would dig deeper and deeper into my skin…felt like I was being crushed unto myself…maybe that’s how I died. I think it was, now that I think of it. Had to be, how I died. Whenever it frames my mind I feel this pressure on my chest, it’s so, heavy, this heaviness, this restriction! (beat) I was big. I was bad. I had tremendous power…until I was taken. Many years left in me before they took me, many…probably became some woman’s handbag or cute leather jacket. Did you know that when I cross paths with some form of crock leather…I feel sad? Did you know that about me?
This is the story of Harry Potter the boy who lived in 3 minutes!
The dark lord voldemory kills harry potter parents but his mother love shields harry and destroy voldemort!
Voldemort survives in 7 horcruxes amulets containing his soul.
Albus Dumbledor places harry with his mother relatives, the dusleys, a family so terrible that even voldemort wont say their names.at age 11 hagrid arrives to tell harry he will attending hogwarts school of magic. harry befriends Hermoine and Ron.
he joins gryffendor fraternity and becomes quiddage athlete.
Harry discovers the philosopher stone hidden in hogwarts and suspects professor Snape wants it but he is right.
Harry finds professor quirrel is possessed by voldemort seizing the stone. Quirrel attacks but falls to harry; voldemort flees.