Fantasy Monologues for Young Actors

By author of the best-sellingContemporary Monologues for Young Actors

Award-winning NYC playwright Douglas M. Parker has created a new volume of refreshing monologues that explores the fantastic side of a young person's imagination.

From magical creatures, to time-travel, to life on Mars, Fantasy Monologues for Young Actors offers 52 comedic and heartfelt monologues that will tap into every inch of an actor's creativity. These monologues were created specifically for actors and acting students ages 7-14 and for the teachers, directors and acting coaches who work with them.

These monologues feature: A broad range of unique circumstances and emotions: comedic, inspirational, heartfelt, pompous, lonely, curious, etc. Gender-neutral, so every monologue could be performed by a boy or a girl Emotional arcs and strong outcomes to challenge your actors and keep audiences engaged Modern day topics with contemporary language that really relate to kids today Perfect for auditions, as short performance pieces and for use in the classroom

Here are two sample monologues from the book:

SMART

OK. So think about it. A pill that makes you super smart. Like Einstein Smart. Like totally super-mega genius you-can-do-anything smart. You just take this pill and you're like . . . smart. So I started, like, totally taking chemistry and biology just to invent this. To make the world, you know, a better, way smarter place. But I ran into, uh, I guess like research slash learning curve issues. I mean, like, I can't even understand, like, a single word of what they say in class. Not one word. How ridiculous is that? And then I figured out my mistake. I should've invented the pill first and then started taking the classes. Oh well - live and learn.

ONE WISH

(Your character is a genie.)

The bottle I'm trapped in is made of blue glass. And if you picked it up and stared through the glass, you would see what looks like a tiny blue genie. Just one. Just me. Looking out . . . From inside the bottle, staring out through the glass, the whole world looks blue. I see a blue sun over a blue tree, surrounded by blue clouds. Blue dogs run past me. And blue dust blows by and buries the bottle. But once in a while - not once every few months or every few years, but once every few centuries, someone finds the bottle. Finds me. And if they're smart enough, or if they don't like dirt, or sometimes even just by accident, sometimes someone rubs the bottle. And I get to come out. I get to breathe the air. Feel the wind. And see a yellow sun, floating between white clouds. It's the best, worst moment you can ever imagine. Because I can grant anyone in the universe three wishes, but I can't even grant myself one. And all I want is the simplest thing in the world - to just walk away. Leave the bottle. And just be free . . . I don't understand it. Every single person that finds me already has everything I've ever wanted and all they want is . . . more. Not one of them ever bothered to ask if they could set aside one wish and do the smallest, the biggest, the only thing in the world for me. Set me free.