MONOLOGUE 

A monologue is one person speaking  

Hmmmm. What's a good beginning? Once upon a time..... BORING. It was a dark and stormy night... NOPE. THINK!!!! Wait I know! " She screamed so loud my ardrums popped. Thats it! Whats the plot? A girl in her basement could be eaten alive by rats? Thats just WRONG. A boy could be abducted by aliens? Who likes sci-fi anyway? Dang, where are my ideas!? A guy could be robbed..... by a chicken! Thats it! How does it end? The chicken could choke on coins? Man, this writing thing is HARD! I quit!  

I’m going to try coming up with something on the fly. Wait! I just gave myself inspiration without even meaning to.

My Life On The Fly

Lots of people think flies are gross and annoying. Now, I can’t exactly disagree, but what most people don’t know is that they are surprisingly good hosts. One night I was sitting there on the moon looking down at Earth when I spotted the beginnings of a hurricane swirling over the cobalt ocean. Storms are always a fascinating thing to watch from space, especially if the Sith from the Dark Side of the moon aren’t trying to attack Naboo, so I leaned closer to watch it. Probably at least a category 3, I thought. But leaning over like that must not have been such a good idea, because I lost my balance and tumbled through the dark matter towards Earth. It was quite a while before I neared Earth’s atmosphere, and I must say, that nap was good. But as I began re-entry (well, I guess it was just entry), I started to worry about how I would get back to the moon. After all, the Winged Whales of Prophetic Song that brought me to the moon in the first place are nearly extinct now.                                                                                                                                                

The heat was intensifying as I sped through the troposphere. All of a sudden torrential rains poured around me and I was swept in circles by hurricane winds. (I think I saw Dorothy and Toto.) I knew I must have fallen into the tropical storm. I was pretty sure I was stuck in that storm until it either dissipated or dropped me somewhere. But a black dot was nearing me and getting bigger the closer it was. Soon I could make out a pair of iridescent wings beating furiously and two oversized compound eyes. In no time it was right next to me, flying along as the winds swirled me around. Now I could see clearly that it was a fly, although it was much larger than I. Wow, I must have burned up a lot during re-entry if I’m this small. Then the fly said, “I’m the Rescue Fly! I save people from odd situations with no clear solution. I was patrolling the area when I saw that you seemed to be stuck in this hurricane. I must say, we usually don’t see Coruscant locals around these parts, but that doesn’t matter. How might I be of assistance?”                                                                            

“I need someone to help me out of this hurricane so I can search for a Winged Whale of Prophetic Song. They’re the only creatures that can take me back to my home on the moon,” I replied. 

That’s all of the story for now.