AuthorName: Leegrid Stevens
I remember watching you and Ruthie out by those trees. Walking down the tree...View Full Monologue Text
I remember watching you and Ruthie out by those trees. Walking down the tree line. And you were wearing that sun dress you always wore. And Ruthie was in one a her trashy things. And you stopped to pick up something and showed it to Ruthie but she wasn't interested. When you came back to the house you showed me what you found. It was that key, you remember? I told you it was a piece of trash and to throw it away but you didn't. Instead you started looking for the lock, the matching lock that would open for that key. I told you it didn't open a damn thing but I caught glimpses of you trying to use the key all the same. I saw you try it out on the basement lock, then the cellar. Some of the padlocks I had on my tools. Then I saw you try it out on those old sheds. It made me laugh so hard seeing you out there, all bright eyed, trying to open those dirty sheds with that strange brass key. I thought finally she's going to get it out of her head that that key opens anything at all. You'd done tried every single lock in ten miles. And sure enough, when those sheds didn't open you started crying your eyes out and I thought finally we can forget about this key. But then you suddenly sprung up and darted off across the field like you just remembered something. So I followed you. I followed you all the way across that field and over the road and I was thinking, where the hell is she going cause you were headed for that tree line and there ain't many locks in the woods. And I'm panting like a dog trying to keep up with you. You're jumping over rocks and ducking branches and the sun is shining through the branches and shadows are moving across your hair and over that sundress you always wore. And I swear you looked just like a princess. So finally you stop running and you're standing right in front of a huge oak just towering up in the sky... So you're standing right in front of a huge oak and there's this big ol' knot in the trunk sticking out. And you walk up to that knot and take out your key. And I'm trying to figure out what the hell you're doing. And then you slid, I don't know how, you slid that key right into that knot and turned it! You turned that key just like it was in a regular ol' lock and there was a clank and then the tree opened. With a groan, it split right in two, wood spilling out its center, bugs running around... And you... you reached out and from inside the trunk pulled out a piece of wood... right from the center and I thought of Beth pulling the tongue out of that dog and... and you took that sliver of wood and slipped it through your hair, like a hairpin and smiled and I thought, "that's the difference between Beth and Sylvia. Yeah. That's the difference right there." And I knew then, I knew I'd love you more than anybody. You'd be my favorite. More than anybody... cause you'd always be finding strange keys. And things would always just open up for you.
Res explains to Sylvia why he loved her more than his other lovers.
Age Range: 40s - Late, 50s, 60s
Dialects: American Southern
You forget what she was like! She did whatever the hell she wanted...View Full Monologue Text
You forget what she was like! She did whatever the hell she wanted. I didn't make her do anything. So I say good for her! Go out on your own terms. She'd had enough of this life and wanted out so go for it! Cause she had more guts, that girl, than a grizzly bear. Nothing could kill Beth. Remember what she did to Bruce's pitbull? When the fucker bit her hand? See, you forget! She gave that dog a piece of meat and he started chomping on her instead. Beth tried to pull free but he had the fucking grip. Her whole hand was inside that mouth. And that dog I swear, he was smirking. You could see it in his face. "I got you now bitch. What you gonna do?" So Beth, she's a fucking gladiator, wedged that dog's head between her knees and shoved her hand further down that dog's throat till it's up to her elbow. Then she grabs hold the base of its tongue with those nails of hers and starts tugging. And goddamn that dog changed his tune real fast! He tried to pull away, shake his head free, but Beth kept tugging away at that tongue. He was heaving and pawing at her arm, letting out this awful sound and Beth just keeps yanking and yanking until I hear it rip. She tore the tongue out of that dog's mouth. And I see her holding this tongue and blood's halfway up her arm and that dog is coughing up gobs of his life and I?m looking at Beth like she's a fucking God and she walks straight up to Bruce's door and slaps the tongue onto the porch and says, "yer dog's been poorly trained." That was Beth! That was what she was like. So if one day she decides she's had enough of this life I'm inclined to think that she had a fucking good reason. She could live through anything. The only way she was gonna die was if she killed herself. That's the only way. So, no, I don't pity her or feel like it's my fault or any of that shit. You don't pity people like that. You stand in awe. They make a decision and you stand in awe.
Res explains that Ruthie's decision to hang herself was an awe-inspiring testament to her character and was not his fault.
PlayName: Leda's Swan
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
You think I lost my soul? Don?t give me that bullshit, Sylvia! I...View Full Monologue Text
You think I lost my soul? Don?t give me that bullshit, Sylvia! I ain't dead so a fucking soul must not be that important. People talking all the time about souls and salvation. They spend all their time saving their souls at the expense of their lives and shit if they don't come out miserable for it. And these same ones look at me like I done murdered my soul, like I must have been so sad inside cause of what I done but I tell you I was happy! And I know you girls were too! You were having the time of your lives! And I bet you never had a time like that again, I bet. Blood in your cheeks. Your hair on end. I gave you life and you're better for it. Ruthie? C'mon, you know Ruthie. She was bound to end up in the gutter. But you and Beth? You two lit up like firecrackers! And look at you now! Your cheeks look like they ain't had air in weeks. Pasty face and clothes like a mortician. So I'm offering you that chance again. Marry me. It?ll be just me and you, Sylvia. Just us two. We'll get younger together.
Res, who is dying of cancer, is speaking to his ex-lover, Sylvia. He tells Sylvia that she and the other two young girls he kept simultaneously as lovers benefited from the situation. He ends by asking her to marry him.