

The "Dinnar" MonologueOkay, if you really wanna hear about it, here goes…Alright, so like, yesterday, I hung out with my boyfriend, Chad. (Ugh) We’ve been going out for a whole, like, week, so on our anniversary, we went out for dinner. It was a disaster! Chad ordered something really fancy, I think it was called fil-let mig-non? And he got it all stuck in his teeth. It was weird because it was like, meat, and meat is really hard to get stuck in your teeth. That’s when I noticed he had braces! Can you believe it? Braces! It’s like, if your teeth aren’t perfect already, why make it even more obvious by putting huge pieces of, like, metal on them? Can’t you just, liThe "Dinnar" Monologue


The Visit(On phone) Okay, Mom. Okay! I said okay! Yes, Mom, I’ll be careful. I’m always careful. Mo-ommmmm! I don’t talk to strangers. Only the ones who offer me candy and a ride. (Beat) I’m kidding, I’m kidding! God-uh! Can’t you take a joke?? Okay. Okay! (Looks at watch) I’ll be home at a quarter after two. Right. (Beat) I love you too. Bye.The Visit
(Hangs up, beat) How could I have ever come from THAT?? My mom has been over-protective of me as long as I can remember. When I go out with my friends on the weekends, she always has to know who I’m with, what I’m doing, and where I am. For a while I never knew why she was like that, but that all ch


Little Red Riding HoodMelanie EhrlichLittle Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Hood
Characters: Narrator (N) Little Red Riding Hood (LRRH) Mother (M) Grandmother (G) Meyer Wolfsheim (W) Smiley (S) Frowny (F
N: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood was a caring, generous girl, and was very good with people and animals. Her parents were hippies, which might explain her name. Little Red Riding Hood lived in a little cottage in the woods with her mother, just the two of them. Her father had died in a tragic accident at Woodstock many years earlier—he ha


JerryOne day last year, I walked into Vets Pizza and noticed a man behind the counter that I’d never seen before, but liked instantly. He looked about sixty; he had bushy gray hair, glasses framing eyes that crinkled at the corners, and a big, contagious grin. I couldn’t help smiling when I saw him. While I waited for my order, I made small talk with the pizza guy. During our chat, the song “Piano Man” by Billy Joel came on the radio—one of my favorites to play on my harmonica. I reached into my pocket to take out my Hohner American Ace and show off my skills when, seemingly out of nowhere, I heard the song’s harmonica solo in stereo. I turn arounJerry
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