(Blank*) is a play that views small points in history that resemble current events in 2019. In the play we have a group of people that are somehow related to the event and they all share their stories at a bar. 

My monologue is about Harriet Tuban freeing slaves through the underground railroad from her brother Ben Ross .jr 's perspective. In my monologue is talking about the process of escaping from slavery.

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 I was sitting on my bed getting ready to go to sleep when my sister touched me and my brother and said we're going to go today. Next thing I remember was going out the door of the house and sprinting towards the tree line, in the distance I heard dogs barking and someone yelling the slaves are running so we quickly got to the river where we jumped in so we could lose the scent and the dogs wouldn't be able to chase us we swim through the water and got out I was not sure how far we went but it felt like years that we were walking and running but soon right next to the river we got to a house it was almost morning. My sister ran up to the door and knocked, on the other side someone said whos there and my sister replied “a friend with friends” the door opened and we entered.

We went down into the basement there had been prepared place for us to sleep and food to eat. Soon later the next night our sister ran off again she said I will be back and seem like days and days she had not come back but very soon she appeared again she came back with more people, we were amazed then she got even more people and kept going back and forth until there were multiple houses with freed slaves I remember feeling fear of the police coming or slave owners coming and finding us in the basement I always thought of myself as brave man, but in this moment I felt the most fear I have ever felt the fear of being killed in the fear that if we run we may never find another place to stay. Soon later sister took us again and this time she brought the others with us currently we were  in Pennsylvania but we went to British North America where there was little to no slavery we got there and we found freedom, home and jobs.

(Insert play name) is a performance which aims to bring to light the similarities and differences of events going on today, focusing on character's emotions and bringing those characters into the modern day.

My monologue is based on an adolescent girl named Elaine, who is contemplating whether or not to join the riots outside of the Stonewall Inn. The character's personality and her time period is conveyed through the way that it is performed, and the emotional words and thoughts in the writing itself. It's fairly relevant to revisit modern issues through the perspective of this character, because it is still hard to come out of the closet, even now, and LGBTQ+ people are still discriminated against in our society.

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I like to think that I'm normal, that I'm just like everyone else. I go to school, I get relatively good grades, I talk with my friends about what to do over the weekend. But... I'm not. I think about more things than what to do over the weekend; I think about how I'm going to tell people about who I am, how I'm going to avoid the subtle glares, the jeering, and the people slamming me into lockers and calling me names. How I'm going to avoid my parents when they figure out. How I'm going to run, and hide, and not come out until the clouds overhead disperse, until that world without prejudice finally comes.

It's 1969, and people are rioting in the streets outside of the Stonewall Inn. It was recently found out to be a gay bar, and so the police raided the place. I want to join the protest, but if I do, everyone will know. My friends, my family, teachers, classmates. All of them will know who I am, and sit and stare, and point and judge, until my mask of stability cracks, until I lose it. Until I lose it all.

But hiding is worse. I can't sit by and watch others just like me be shot in the streets. I can't wait for that tomorrow, because if I do, others will never see it come. I can't hide from myself, because if I don't come out of this closet that I've been stuck in, the future I'm looking forward to might never come. The world won't change if you sit back. So, I think it's time to say it, loud and clear.

I'm gay, and proud.

 I winced as I smelled the butter and cried Behold! bad and unwholesome Butter is served 'at unto as daily: we must have Asa, the Scribe, go unto our Ruler, and seek Redress. My fellow students jeer and yell in agreement therefore, Asa, the Scribe, went unto Belcher, the Ruler, and said, behold our Butter stinketh, and we cannot eat thereof; now give us we pray thee Butter that stinketh not. I could not hear belchers response but could see thy face of Asa I waited for belcher and thy other rulers to depart to clap my hands and cry. Next dawn I heard murmurs going around the campus that Edward the Chief Ruler and John and another Edward (not the chief) and Stephen and Belcher and Simeon and horsehead, and Andrew and Joseph had punished Asa making him confess and be placed below his fellows. So we the sons of harvard met and decided we would leave if we were served un-wholesome butter once more. So we did. When the great rulers finally figured out that we cannot be taken down with punishment they appeased us. now  It seems from this date on there will be peace on the grounds.

"Cambridge November 19, 1776."

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"alexanders"  a play originally made to show and represent protests and rebellions in history and teach people more about the events in a strong emotional way using their similarities to hold it together

   the monologue is not currently in the script and i do not have a strong urge to put it in but if it were going to be put in a play i would have the students bring up something like "oh haha, this is funny the first recorded student protest against a school is about bad butter in harvard"  i do not think this would fit in the current play but if it were to be different it could be funny

() is a play that illustrates how the various riots, rebellions, and revolutions through history are connected, and how history keeps repeating itself. Eeach of these events are brought up in one place which is a bar where stories can intermix.

In my monologue, we meet a character named Katya she is a grandma who has lived through all of the shit that has happened in Russia. In the monologue she tells the story of Bloody Sunday, which started the Russian revolution of 1917. In this monoluge we see the progression of her loving and trusting the Tsar, to realizing that he is cruel and wanting him dead. I think that it is very important o talk about such moments in hisrtory to make sure that they never happen ever again.

When I look back on my life I remember only horror. Whether it be the multiple revolutions, the hunger during WW2, or Stalin’s oppressive rule. I can’t remember a single moment without fear or anger or despair, but I do remember when it all started.

By the time I was 15 years old, I understood that the new reforms that the Tsar was trying to enforce were not only wrong but also inhumane. Like any patriotic 15 year old, I decided to march on the Winter Palace. We thought that if we marched, the Tsar would finally hear us, and decide to change his mind. Sadly, we didn’t know what would later that day. When we got to the palace the security told us to leave immediately or else they would shoot. No one believed this because the Tsar is a kind and fair man, after all. Right? Then the massacre began. None of us were expecting it, so none of us knew what to do. After a few moments of shock and fear so strong that we all froze in place, we all started running. Running away, running to safety,  running anywhere that wasn’t here. The next part was a blur, all I can remember are people, bullets, and bodies hitting the ground with no warning. Honestly, I don’t even know how I got out alive. All I know is that when I got out, my clothes were torn from almost being trampled to death in the frantic mob. My mind was hardened from seeing so many people dead, and my heart shattered from witnessing all of the cruelty that the Tsar could unleash. There was no longer the young girl who believed and respected the Tsar. Now there was only the grown woman who hated him and wanted him to die. He was no longer our kind and benevolent leader. In reality, he was a cruel ruler who didn’t care about his subjects.

Our play goes back in time into some historical world events and tragedy’s that have taken place such as 9/11, The battle of the Alamo, and The Columbine shootings

My character is a firefighter on 9/11. He sits in a timeless bar with countless other story tellers. His expirence is triggered when the bartender mentions that the current date is 9/11 which takes him into his monolouge. He talks about how it was a beautiful sunny day that quickly turned dark because of the terrorist attacks. He describes the memories of rushing in an out of the twin towers, saving many lives. The monolouge is then wrapped up by him describing how the twin towers collapsed and how he lay hopeless, in a pile of debris. That takes him back to square one were the monolouge started, in the ambulance. My character (Carson) stays silently in the corner of the bar, as a regular, making comments on overheard conversations throughout the bar. Overall my character is a silent, yet remorseful one. He can tell his scarring tragedy, and listens on to other newcomers inspiring stories.

This play is meant to show different events in history happen through the use of written monologues, it all revolves around the bar which is the starting point where things start to transition into the monologues that are based off of certain events in history. The performance's purpose is to educate people on history, For example in the second half of the play everything is about revolutions, riots, and protests.

this monologue is about a 16 year old girl in the french revolution, the monologue conveys the personality of the girl by showing anger, and fear, because at that time people were mad at the french republic, but it was also a very violent time so fear was also there, especially for a 16 year old girl. it's relevant to revisit this event now because of the riots in Hong Kong and the riots in Paris against the government.

It’s 1792 and riots and protests have gotten more and more intense. It’s getting dangerous outside. My dad wants me to stay inside so I don’t get hurt. 3 months ago people lead by the extremist Jacobins went to storm Versailles, They arrested the king and Marie Antoinette, the queen who was not even from France. And now rumors are going around that Marie said “let them eat cake” while the country was suffering due to widespread bread shortages. Louie he 16th left the country on the brink of bankruptcy. He spent so much money helping the Americans in their revolution. Because of that France is now in a revolution. Now when I go outside I see violence, I wonder if this will ever be over.

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"Title of the play": A student-written play that relives and depicts responses, riots, and rebellions throughout the world. This play draws from common themes of fear, hardship, pride, and war throughout history.  

Darla, the evening time bartender, recites a flashback monologue portraying her experience during the Orlando Nightclub shootings. On June 12, 2016, there was a mass shooting in which a man gunned down 49 people, injuring 53 people at a gay nightclub. The character Darla was another patron in the nightclub at the night of the shooting and describes her point of view during the traumatizing event. During the monologue, Darla reimagines her feelings of guilt, fear, hopelessness, and sorrow. It is relevant to revisit this event through the perspective of a victim as the Orlando shootings are another occurrence of history repeating it's. Almost 50 years before this shooting was the Stonewall raids and riots, another event where the LGBTQIAP+ community was violently targeted. These are only a couple of examples where the LBTQIAP+ community has been discriminated against and is an issue that is extremely prevalent today. The world is still fighting the fight to accept those for who they are and obtain equal rights for everyone.

Monologue:

I remember hearing the sirens down the road. Shivers trickled down my neck. My body felt like it was struck by lighting, stiff and petrified. Down that road lived the only place I felt accepted. Down the road was supposed to be my home. But slowly my home was starting to feel just like a house. As if the movers came right in and snatched the rug from beneath me. It felt like I was waiting under that bar counter for hours. I could hear there growling low voices pounding on the doors. The overwhelming red and blue lights were flashing against the walls. It wouldn't be the first time they forced their way into our lives just to strip the one ounce of humanity we had left. I was completely lost on what would happen next but I knew what was yet to come wasn't going to be pretty. I felt guilty thinking about my safety when I knew others would have it worse. But my short shorts and sequin top made me a key target. I remember looking over my shoulder to see him, small and frail, scared out of his mind. He wasn't going to be safe once they came in. Just with one twirl of his skirt, he was at risk. But as soon as they broke through those doors my body thought faster than my heart did. In the corner of my eye, I saw a hiding place behind the curtains. He was looking at me, yearning for some sort of direction but there wasn't time, there wasn't enough space for the both of us. At that moment I turned my head away as if I never saw him. I sat waiting under the curtain, my view obstructed but the sounds amplified. The screams, the crying, the hitting, the yelling was all too much. To this day I lie awake with no sight, awakened by a great deal of fright, hoping that sometime I won't relive that day each night.