Looking for original monologues for children? Drama Notebook holds a monthly Monologue Contest open to kids and teens from around the world. Each month, we choose winners and publish many of the entries we receive.
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Abby at the Beach
Second Place Winner
By: Alysa Klapper, Age 13, California, USA
Gender: Female (gender can be changed)
Description: A dog describes her first visit to the ocean.
Hello, my name is Abby and I’m a part of the Klapper family. Every day of my life is basically the same. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Watch family leave. Lie in the sunshine and chase squirrels. Family comes home. Get some tummy rubs and treats. Eat dinner and go to bed. But one day, I heard them talking about driving to something called the beach… I didn’t know what that was, but then they said three words that made my ears perk up, “Let’s bring Abby.” I was so excited! I wasn’t going to be alone all day again. I got in the car and jumped into Alysa’s lap, ready to go on an adventure. As we were driving there was a powerful fan outside the car window with a lot of smells. Finally, we get to the thing called the beach. Why haven’t they taken me to this before?! The dirt here is soft and warm, and so easy to dig in. There are birds everywhere to chase and chase (huffing and puffing). Alysa is in a big pool of water that looks like it has no end. She’s calling me, and suddenly my paws are wet, but it feels so good! Oh no, a big moving wall of water is coming. What will happen if it gets me. I try to run away, but it’s too late, and it’s all over me. I’m soaking wet. I run back to the dry sand where my family is and shake and shake and shake and shake. Why are they yelling? They must think this is as fun as I do! The day at the beach was the best day ever! On the way home, I heard them talking about another adventure, called “the veterinarian.” I can’t wait to see what that is like!
By: Aditi Ingale, North Carolina, USA, Age 8
Gender: Any (gender can be changed)
Description: A girl is very nervous about performing in a play.
Hi, my name is Emma. I have my very first play tomorrow and I am super nervous. Can you help me? You can! Thank you! Wait, so you did the same play before? You were also nervous? So, what did you do? Okay, trying not to look at people would help me a lot when I am doing the play. Do you have any other strategies? One more, what is it? Practicing in front of my family will help me? Thanks again! Now I am not nervous, I am excited! Now that I am confident in practicing and going on stage, I will make tomorrow the best day of my life. I will always remember these things when I go on stage. I am super excited to go on stage. I am going to do my best. Thank you so much!
Elephant in the Room
Third Place Winner
By: Eli Whittier, Oklahoma, USA, Age 10
Description: A child overhears a bizarre argument between his/her parents.
I’ve finally confirmed it. My parents are crazy. Last night, I heard them arguing, and they were talking real low, so naturally, I snuck up to the door and listened in. That’s when I heard my mom say, “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room.” What? I’ve never seen an elephant in their room. Or even in our house. Obviously, we would all know if there was an elephant in their room! My dad said, “Keep your voice down. The kids will hear.” Like he didn’t want us to know there was an elephant in there either. So, apparently, they both think there is an elephant in their room. I looked through the crack in the doorjamb, and I could see my mom sitting on the bed, and my dad across from her, and sure enough…no elephant. Then my dad said something that I couldn’t hear, and then my mom sounded real mad and she said, “Well, it’s clear that you prefer her to me.” So apparently the elephant is a girl elephant. And my dad raised his voice and said, “I work with her!” What? My dad’s an accountant, not a zookeeper. Tomorrow, after-school, I’m going to sneak in there and find out once and for all. And just to be on the safe side, I’m going to make my big brother come with me!
First Place Winner
By: Jazarae Robinson, Age 12, Ohio, USA
Description: Babysitter is not who Mom thinks she is.
Don’t worry, Linda. I will take great care of your kids. I have lots of experience with kids, so I know what to do when they misbehave. Bye.
(Turns to kids after Linda leaves) Now listen, you little brats! I am the boss here, so you will do everything I ask you to do exactly when I say it. Here are the rules:
Rule #1 You don’t question, you just do it.
Rule #2 Never tell your mom anything that I do. Always tell her I’m the best babysitter. You wouldn’t want me to lose my job, would you?
Rule #3 You eat what I make, or you don’t eat at all.
Rule #4 If I have company do not talk to them and go into the basement.
Rule #5 If I make a mess, you clean it. I’m your guest, not the other way around.
Rule #6 No crying allowed.
Ok, those are the rules. Go have fun! (rolls eyes and whispers) Little brats.
They Won’t See it Coming
By: Amelia M., Age 12, Ohio, USA
Description: Kid is jealous of older brother who gets more screen time.
I hate my brother, period. Yes, yes, I know. “Hate” is a strong word, but I mean it. Trust me on this one. The only thing that understands me is the virtual world, and my family tries to take that from me. They say it is an addiction and that I am in denial. Yeah, no. My family has limited me to an hour on the computer a day, and that’s definitely not okay. My brother gets the whole day on the internet. He has completely taken over the family computer. He even gets away with rubbing it in my face. Favorites much? I am putting my foot down, and I have decided I will take over the family computer. I will snatch it and all of its accessories and I’ll barricade myself in my room! Sounds foolproof, right? I will strike at midnight, and they won’t see it coming. Wait…I think that is my mom now! Act casual.
Third Place Winner
By: Justin Kyzar, Mississippi, USA, Age 15
Description: A frustrated teacher deals with a rowdy class.
Alright class! Listen up! Because of last weeks’ “events,” we are going to try this again. Everyone get out your pencils. And no throwing them this time! Jane, put that cell phone away! I will not hesitate to take it! Shawn, stop trying to light Cindy’s hair on fire! There is barely any left from last time! Jason! Don’t you dare throw that chair out the window! Jaaasssooon… Jason! Ugh! you guys are worse today than yesterday, and now I have to replace that window! I am calling the principal! (picks up phone) Hello Mr. Sanchez? We need you in the fifth-grade classroom. What do you mean you are busy? There’s no way those kindergartners are worse than these kids. oh…oh… They did that? Oh well, I hope Mrs. Smith recovers. Those kindergartners should be ashamed for doing that to her. Well, stay safe, and I hope the pencil wound in your arm heals. (hangs up) Okay class, new test! We are going to see how good you are at finding a new teacher because I quit! I am going to be a janitor! I rather clean up other people’s messes than teach you! Adios!
Second Place Winner
By: Cameron F., El Paso, TX, USA, Age 13
Genre: Comedic (In an Irish accent.)
Description: A leprechaun outsmarts someone who has found his pot of gold.
Listen, ye squirrely would-be crook…it dunnot work the way ya think. Da. I am a leprechaun, and indeed, we stand at the end of my rainbow with da pot ‘o gold right about here. What they dunnot tell ye is that my gold is buried deep below. Ya think that I would work away, makin’ shoes and boots for all da rich uns, just to let a theivin’ scud the likes of ye, come long and snatch me riches? Too bad for you, I’m Spritey O’Doodle. I’m no eejit. I’m the smartest of all da leprechauns. And you can go get a shovel. Ya have da right to dig for me treasure. But by the time ye return, who knows where me and me rainbow have buggered off ta. (Laughs.) Ye humans are bleedin’ thick! So, run along, ya gombeen. I’ve me work to do!
(The leprechaun goes back to his work making shoes and sings this song.)
“Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the tiny clamour,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade.”
Second Place Winner
By: Sydney G., Ontario, Canada, Age 12
Description: A kid finds a huge present in their parent’s closet, but the size turns out to be deceiving.
Guess what I saw hidden in my parent’s closet? The biggest present ever, like elephant big! Well, maybe not that big but you get what I mean, this thing was giant. So anyways, I was going upstairs, and I was looking for my dad’s big sweater for my Christmas party and there I saw the box in the closet all neatly wrapped up. I got closer and on top was my name, yes mine “To Melissa” (or “Mark”) written in big black letters. This HAD to be an Xbox! I couldn’t wait for Christmas. I was ready. Ok, so then Christmas day came I woke up extra early and I was ready to get this big new Xbox with new controllers so that I could finally play Fortnite. It was my turn, I reached out and ripped the paper as fast as I could and inside was a box and when I opened that box guess what was inside? Another box and in that was another box and can you guess what’s next? Another box! By now, I knew this would be a great gift because who would go to all this trouble to wrap a gift that isn’t great? Then a few boxes later I knew I had to be down to the last box. I was surprised it was quite small maybe it is too small to be the Xbox. I thought it would be or could be money or an Xbox gift card, so I opened it and what was inside A PAIR OF SOCKS! Seriously! I could not believe it was it actually socks. I thought I was getting something better than things that just get smelly. And oh, another thing…they were way too small. And the color was yellow with brown polka dots. What? My mom and dad looked at me like I should love them. My dad said, “What were you expecting? Aren’t they great?” I didn’t even know how to respond. “Thanks,” I said sarcastically. And then I noticed that my brother was starting to laugh. And so were my parents. Can you imagine? How mean can they get? I started to run to my room, and my dad stopped me. “Just look inside the socks.” I didn’t really want to. But Christmas was ruined already. So, I went ahead and shoved my hand into one of the socks. It was a gift card for an Xbox. Yeah, I was happy that I got it but the didn’t have to practically make me cry beforehand. Parents, let this be a lesson to you. Christmas is Christmas and April Fool’s Day is an entirely different holiday. It’s really not funny to mix them up.
Third Place Winner
By: Julissa, El Paso, TX, Age 13
Description: A princess locked in a tower imagines a way out of her situation.
Ugh! It’s been eleven years. Eleven! And still, I am here. In the tallest tower protected by the most dangerous dragon, wearing yet another pink dress and with the same old hair, only longer. It’s like nothing has changed. Not really. I mean, when I first got here, I was really scared and lonely. So, I guess I’m not that scared anymore, but the loneliness. Geez. Sometimes, I think I’m going crazy. Half the time I talk to myself while the other half I talk to the dragon. She’s really nice actually. Yup. It’s a girl. And her name is Fuegina. It’s sort of Spanish for fire. Fuegina tells me that the only reason why she kills knights that want to rescue me is because she hears them say things like: “This is for the kingdom! I shall slay this dragon, rescue the maiden, and rule the kingdom! Gold for me, gold for ME!” Fuegina tells me that she doesn’t think those type of guys are for me. I know it’s crazy, but I think that the dragon is actually like a mom to me. More than my actual mom, that’s for sure! I mean, couldn’t she have stopped dad from sending me to this tower to wait for my “true love?” I thought true love couples met like in a Walmart parking lot or at a club or something. If only my dad didn’t make that stupid bet with the other king: “Let’s see who loves their princess more.” My dad’s theory was that, the more your daughter suffers, the more love she deserves. Thanks dad. I’m a daughter, not a casino chip! But to be honest, some days are not that bad. Sometimes, I just like looking out the window and…wait! Is that a knight coming to rescue me? (pause) Ugh. He didn’t even bother to shave. Here he comes. I can see the greediness in his face. (Praying.) Please Fuegina, don’t let him rescue me. Don’t let him! (pause)…And…he’s dead. I am so tired of this. Over and over, waiting for a Prince to rescue me. Maybe this is a life lesson. Don’t people say, “love yourself?” Well, I certainly love myself very much. Maybe I am my own “true love.” Yes! I get it now! Fuegina! We shall fly away! Forget about knights and kingdoms! Let’s fly to freedom together!
By: Rebecca P., Ontario, Canada, Age 13
Description: A student in NOT looking forward to picture day!
Ah picture day. Who doesn’t love dressing up and getting photos of them taken? (Small pause.) Okay, well I guess a lot of people don’t. Really, it’s not that bad…You just have to dress up in something your parents choose and go in front of a camera with someone telling you how to pose and how to smile and where to look. Then getting your picture back, (SUPER SARCASM) you not liking it but your parents sending it to your whole family anyway and sticking it everywhere in the house they can think of. Okay now that I say it out loud, I see the problem. I guess people don’t want to look bad, or be embarrassed in the class photo, or blink in a picture… but other than that it’s perfectly fine…(Small pause.) For some people, in my opinion, picture day is the one day where I can choose what I want to do with my hair and how I smile in pictures and what I dress up in, but sometimes my parents, OUT OF THE BLUE choose not to let me do those things. So, whenever I look at the fridge, I see 5 amazingly beautiful, good pictures and then me in a turtleneck! Like this isn’t ugly Christmas sweater day for all I know! And on picture day sometimes those bright lights give me a headache! And those weird words like (High voice.) “Candy! Smile, CHEESE!” Really? I can smile on my own I don’t need your help okay? Every time I say “Chocolate” or “Candy” I end up not smiling and ending up looking like I’m possessed! ALSO whenever it’s picture retake day you always look worse in the retake then the original! The only thing I think I like about picture day is seeing all my friends dressed up really pretty with their hair so pretty, wearing dresses, and maybe even sometimes makeup. I get why people don’t like picture day now that I say it out loud…
I Hate Being a Villain
By: Ocean F., Ontario, Canada, Age 12
Description: Bowser, the villain in Super Mario Brothers hates being a bad guy
It’s not fair! I don’t like being called a villain. If anything, Mario is the villain, and who ever said I was the villain is wrong. I only kidnapped Princess Peach because she asked me to. All because Mario isn’t smart enough to run his own country and now Princess Peach needs to do it herself. I mean that’s why I did it. Hey, I would be upset too if all I could wear is a “pink frilly dress.” Gross! Even that Turtle called “Yoshi” that Mario rides, comes in more colors than Princess Peach does. I had a wife and children. I had my picture-perfect life and then I got involved Mario’s mess. Now I get bored just waiting around for Mario to get past that flying level. I only have one life and that MARIO has too many to count. How is that fair? All the odds against me and he’s the one having fun all day. People adore him and people despise me. And I get so mad when they come out with a new video game with Mario as the front cover. Without me, you wouldn’t have your precious video games anymore. I practically invented video games! And then, you go to a Halloween store you see Mario and Luigi costumes but do you see it any Bowser costumes? NO, you don’t see any Bowser costumes! You don’t see any villain costumes because nobody wants to be the villain! So why should I be one? It’s not fair.
A New Puppy
By: Lucy S., Ontario, Canada, Age 12
Description: A kid has to deal with the hassle of a new puppy.
So, if you were to ask almost any kid if they wanted a new puppy they would probably say yes. Well, if you were to ask me, I would pass. Then when you tell this to people they are like “be grateful, at least you have a pet.” Not to mention I am more of a cat person anyway. Getting a new dog is such a pain. My parents never asked me if I wanted one—which I didn’t and DON’T. Listen to this… First off you have to train them a lot and some of them are not very good listeners. They can’t talk, but couldn’t they at least listen? If you have a hard time getting used to things, then try getting used to an annoying fluff ball that always does what it wants. And when they are puppies, they go nuts. They chew on everything and bark when they go into their kennels. Also, I love to travel and guess what, I had to say bye bye to that for a while. So, what happens when you are home alone and have to take care of this dog that really even isn’t yours. Well, your parents will say today it is your responsibility to take care of the dog. And you think to yourself “pfffft sure.” And then when they come home and you didn’t clean up after it, your parents get mad and blame you. Then you try and remind them that it isn’t your dog in the most polite way and then they just get more mad at you. And then you get mad and then what happens…you have to go to your room. Which is actually fine, because guess what? I won’t have to deal with the puppy for a few hours!
By: Anastasia G., Vancouver, BC, Age 13
Description: Goldilocks defends her reputation.
Yeah, I know. I know. You recognize me. “Aren’t you that blonde girl who trashed the Bear’s house?” Listen, I hear it all the time. That was a pretty low point for me, I gotta admit. But look, you really shouldn’t make fun of the homeless. And technically, I’m not homeless. Never have been. I think of myself as more of an adventurer. Sure, I could get a job and rent a dumpy little apartment, but what would be the fun in that? Since the bear’s house, I’ve stayed in some of the finest places in the world! One time, I went on a tour of the White House, and hid behind the curtains in the Oval office. I stayed up all night reading classified documents. They’re a lot more boring than they sound. Another time, I crashed at Buckingham palace while the Queen was out doing some Queenly stuff. I tried on all her crowns. She may or may not be missing one. My favorite place was Santa’s workshop. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks that those elves never take a vacation. But a snowman told me that’s not true. I got him to tell me the dates…cost me a carrot and I headed on up there. Seven days of playing with whatever I wanted and eating cookies and milk for every meal…now that’s a vacation! So, don’t be hating on homeless Goldilocks. I’m livin’ the good life. And remember, if you have something cool inside your house, remember to lock up when you leave!
The Squirrel Lady
By: Jason R., Cambridge, MA, Age 11
Description: A squirrel makes friends with a little old lady.
Betcha never met a talking squirrel before. Well, news flash. We all talk. We just don’t talk to humans. But I’m breaking squirrel code because I have to tell you this story. It’s about a lady. A real old lady. She’s got white hair and she’s stooped over like her gnarled old walking stick. And you know what she does? She feeds us. Now, you might think that’s not a big deal. But in squirrel world, it’s the biggest deal. You see, most people go out of their way to make sure that we don’t have food. Oh, they LOVE to feed the birds. And they buy all these fancy contraptions that prevent us from sharing. Most of them don’t work, haha. And sometimes when we manage to get a little morsel, we get a BB in the butt. I’ve gotten a lot of BB’s in the butt in my day! But this old lady, she is different. She puts peanuts right on the ground for us. Every day, she does this. We go to her house and see her at her kitchen table, sipping tea and reading the newspaper. And when we come by, she goes over to this big bag and scoops out fresh, delicious peanuts. She even built a little house on her deck so that our food would not get rained on, and she gave each of us a name. The little old lady doesn’t get many visitors, so we go by as much as we can. One day soon, she’ll be gone, and we will miss her. So, I’m breaking squirrel code to tell you to remember the little guys. Squirrels need love too.
By: Mia H., Age 13
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A student realizes that perhaps pranking the teacher wasn’t such a good idea.
A U? A..U… Sir, what does a u stand for? What? UNGRADABLE? I worked my butt off doing this! AND I have two detentions!? This is sooo unfair! You treat me so unfairly. How? HOW? Well okay, here’s an example. How come every time Hannah writes a story it’s on a ridiculous topic such as “Why our Noses Run,” and “Why our Feet Smell,” by Hannah Quigley. But I write interesting stories, almost as good as Harry Potter, if I say so myself, but you still give her a better mark! Exactly, and I… Wait, hold on, did you just say I don’t participate in any class discussions? That is such a lie. Every single question you ask I put my hand straight up, so I can answer, no one else does, just me! And what do you do…choose anyone and everyone EXCEPT FOR ME! What did I do? The pranks? What pranks? Ooooh, those pranks! But you have to admit those were pretty funny. You didn’t like them…sorry! Hey, do you know the time when I put a bucket of flour over your door and it tipped on you when you walked in the class, (coughs) yeah, that was stupid sorry about that I don’t even know why I did that! Wait, wait, wait I’ve got an even funnier time. Remember when I put a whoopie cushion on you chair, you were about to sit on it, but you noticed, and you took it off but then you went to sit down and you pants split, that was… I mean that must have been sooo embarrassing, I feel so bad. Come on, I’ve only pranked you 57 times, that’s not that many! But seriously you could have just pranked me back. Instead of giving me a bad mark for no reason! WHAT? This is a prank? This…U is a prank? So, you have basically been ignoring me JUST to get me back!? You…pranked me? That’s so immature! Can’t believe you did that! Pranks are for children! Oh, ha by the way, I’m getting you back!
By: Kyra G., Age 12
Description: A kid ignores the warning message on a silica packet and eats it.
(Opens a box of shoes and starts singing.) I got some new shoes! I got some new shoes! (Notices a silica gel pack, reads…) Silica gel do not eat. DO NOT EAT!! Why, how dare this little baggie tell me what I can and can’t eat? I’ll eat whatever I want to eat! Like when I ate the dirt from the playground at school I didn’t do it because Mandy Packwood said not to eat it because I’ll get sick and yata yata yata. No. I ate that dirt because I wanted to. Or the time I tried my dog, Roscoe’s food. Sure, mom was horrified, but let me tell you, it was better than her tuna casserole. Now, back to this little packet issue. I’m going to have to call customer service. (Grabs cell phone and punches in random numbers, pauses) Hello Carol. I have a problem with one of your shoe boxes (pause). Well Carol, there was a part of the box that contained a packet that said, and I quote Carol, silica gel pack do not eat end quote, and well Carol I feel like that’s being a little bit controlling some might call that how you say (pause) communism. And I just feel as I – Hello? Hello? (Puts phone down. Picks back up packet.) You know what forget what they think I’m eating this thing if it’s the last thing I do! (opens up bag and pour contents into mouth then starts chewing it. Faces morphs into sour taste face, and then disgust, and then horror, and then spitting out every last bit of the stuff, gagging and choking and eventually recovering). Okay. Maybe sometimes there is a reason for the warning labels. But there isn’t a warning label on Roscoe’s dog food can, so next time we have tuna casserole…
By: Finn M., Los Angeles, California, USA, Age 12
Description: The special pair of shoes tells the story that made them famous.
I recognize you! You’re Prince’s best pair of shoes! I know I look fancy now but you’ll never believe how I got this way. When I started out, I was just an ugly pair of ordinary shoes. The kind of shoes people wear to wash clothes or clean out the fireplace. I was pretty worn out. And then one day, this strange woman appeared. Not a woman, really, more like a fairy. She called herself a Fairy Godmother. So, she comes flying into our room and uses her fairy magic on me. With a few magical words, poof! I’m completely transformed into a pair of sparkling glass slippers for my lady to wear! Crazy, right? She was so excited to try me on. She kept screaming, “I’m going to the ball! I can’t believe I’m going to the ball!” Then that fairy poofed her into this incredible gown and a gorgeous hairdo and then led us outside. Get this! She took a pumpkin from the field and poofed it into a grand carriage! You’d never believe me if I told you who she got to pull it. Anyway, we were swept away to the Royal Ball where my lady danced the night away with a very handsome prince. We had a wonderful time but I sure was tired out. I must have fallen asleep and missed all the excitement because when I awoke, this scary looking lady was trying to cram her giant foot into me. She was no size five, let me tell you. More like an eleven! It was quite painful but, thankfully, the Prince realized that I did not belong to her. He found my lady and he slipped me on her delicate foot with no effort. I really sealed that deal because they were married shortly afterward. If you think about it, they would have never found each other and lived happily ever after if it weren’t for me!
By: Sophie W., Los Angeles, California, USA, Age 11
Description: Exclamation Point is upset about Comma, who talks too much.
Welcome everyone to the Punctuation Society! This is our first, of many weekly meetings. As you may have noticed, Comma is not here. I specifically did not invite her. This is a Comma-free society. Hey that rhymes! (Smiles but then frowns again.) I, Exclamation Point have finally found something NOT to be excited about. COMMA! She keeps talking on and on and on! When you finally think she is done she just links what she is talking about to something else! It is so annoying. And when I am annoyed, I leave, and everything gets pretty boring. Question mark, Period, Semicolon, and all the rest of you, I know you’re with me on this. No, ellipsis, we will not be taking a vote! I am the President. I have final say. Parentheses…stop whispering. Do you have something to share with the rest of us? Oh, you like her? I don’t care if you like her. She will make it impossible to get anything done. Hey, you in the back, quiet down. Stop shouting! Wait…how’d a bunch of capital letters get in here. Get out! This is for punctuation marks only! Okay, now, back to business. No, Period…the meeting is not over. Sit back down. Ugh. This is exhausting. No wonder people don’t use Exclamation Points very often.
First Place Winner!
By: Wolfie B., Los Angeles, California, USA, Age 10
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A caged human complains about the poor conditions in the alien zoo.
When I was picked up by the spaceship, I was stoked for the adventure of the galaxy! I imagined I would be like Star-Lord, or that guy in Close Encounters. Instead, I found out the only reason the aliens had come to Earth in the first place was to capture a human to take to some kind of intergalactic zoo! I wish I had never seen that spaceship. First off, the conditions at the zoo are disgusting. I get a ten-foot cube of living space because “humans are not the most interesting species in the galaxy.” Half of my cube is concrete to “imitate a human’s standard living environment.” How many humans live inside five feet of concrete? The other half of my cube is supposed to be an imitation of our Earth’s environment which is literally just grass. In fact, they didn’t even get the grass right, so I’m stuck with a sort of greenish-red plant that gives me a rash on my knees whenever I touch it.
My mealtime schedule is totally messed up. I don’t even know what time it is! They took my watch and all my other possessions away, including my clothing and my cell phone! Apparently, all these items are now on display at an intergalactic museum so other life forms can see how humans live. Anyway, they have this strict policy that if you’re not awake at mealtime, too bad so sad. When I am awake, the food is inedible. They give me these little pieces of nasty synthetic meat and a small shot of vitamins. I’m also given containers of water, or some alien substitute, which tastes bad enough on its own without the purification tablets they have to put in there now to make it “hospitable” for my body.
It seems like they don’t care at all what we “animals” think or feel. They just care about costs and profits. For example, if I don’t show off my body in full splendor for all the intergalactic spectators at the zoo, they jab me with these electrified sticks. They’re really painful! I’m supposed to act naturally at all times, like I would on Earth. If I don’t, I get zapped, except I can’t do that because my “home” is made of concrete and I can’t sit on the “grass” without getting a rash! I don’t even have a bed to sleep on! This is the lousiest, second-rate zoo in the entire galaxy! Talk about culturally unaware! How do they expect me to live under these conditions?! (beat) Actually, now that I think about it, our zoos on Earth aren’t much better.
Third Place Winner!
By: Jessica C., Los Angeles, California, USA, Age 11
Description: Story of a fake and mean friend.
The game went great. All I could hear was the crowd screaming my name. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, all the eyes staring at me, and the taste of the dry air. I had to make that basket. Everyone was counting on me. The ball leaves my hand and the crowd gasps and jumps to their feet. The ball spins in the air, circles around the rim, then… IT MAKES IT IN! The crowd goes wild! My teammates lifted me up over their heads and I felt amazing! At least, I did for a little while until it was all ruined.
After the game, I saw Angelica. She talked to me for a few minutes. We haven’t spoken in a while. She told me that I played really well in the game. I blushed and thanked her. I wanted to talk more but her mom showed up in the car and she had to go. I love everything about her. I have for a long time. I love her silky, brown hair, her beautiful light brown skin, and her eyes. They’re this magnificent hazel color. But the thing that I love the most about her is her personality. She’s funny, sweet, and super smart. (Beat) None of that matters now.
See, right after she left, my friend Angel walked over to me. We haven’t seen each other in a while and he had this strange look on his face. He says, “Hey bro, I want to tell you something but please don’t get mad.” He starts to tell me how Angelica asked him out a few weeks ago and they’ve been dating. He’s been avoiding me because he knew I liked her but then he goes on to say that he always liked her, too. My head was spinning. He never mentioned that he liked her once. He knew how I felt about her and he betrayed me anyway. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. He was still talking but I couldn’t hear anymore. I finally just screamed at him, “Leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you ever again.” He kept saying he was sorry but I didn’t care. He looked like he was going to cry and I said, “I don’t trust you anymore. You are not my friend.” I just walked away while he stood there. I thought about it the whole way home. He was never a real friend, just a fake one and I will never trust anyone with my feelings or secrets ever again.
An Elf’s Complaint
By: Nicole N., Madison, Alabama, USA; Age 10
Gender: Male or Female
Description: An elf complains about how difficult Santa is
I am an elf and I need to file a complaint! If you if you think that Santa is a nice, jolly, old fella, then you are WRONG!!!!! I work twenty hours a day, seven days a week. Yes, Santa gives us a nice home, but it’s in the North Pole and we have to share it with three other elf families. He does feed us well, but he makes us do all the cooking. He makes all the elves work ALL THE TIME. Of course we get holidays off…NOT!!! The only day off we get is on Christmas Eve, after we’ve loaded up his sleigh. When I am not making toys, I am either at the mall with Santa, or I am taking care of his reindeer. The biggest concern I have is for my children. They’ve never been to school! Santa really needs to offer some sort education for these kids! The only thing they know how to do is to make a bouncy ball! Seriously? Santa has not been good to us elves. HE should be put on the naughty list, for a change! Oh, did I forget to mention it? WE DIG THE COAL, too!!! It is a very dirty job. Don’t get me wrong. I love seeing all the children’s faces when they open all the presents we’ve made for them on Christmas day, BUT THAT IS ONCE A YEAR!!!!! Well, I’ve said everything I came to say. I’ve got to get back to work. AS ALWAYS! An elf’s work is never done.
The Woes of Oregano
By: Kaitlyn J., Madison, Alabama, USA, Age 11
Gender: Male or Female
Description: Oregano is left behind while other spices are chosen to go to the Science Fair.
Hi, I’m Oregano. I am so depressed and I do not think it is fair. (sighs) I mean, Cinnamon and Chili Powder were used in one of the most important things in the universe: a science fair project. They even got to go to the regional fair! All because they helped make their rosemary plants the healthiest while I lay in the dark cupboard, alone, unused, and with nothing to do. (sniffs) What’s worse is that Sugar got to go and she isn’t even a spice or a herb. I am much better than Sugar! Technically, Sugar is only used in unhealthy things while I am not. I should have gone instead of Sugar. Plus, I would bet that if I was used, than my rosemary plant would be so much healthier than Chili Powder’s, Cinnamon’s, or Sugar’s. Even some of the rosemary plants agreed. I asked the plant that used Cinnamon and he said that his roots burned when he sucked in that Cinnamon water! He said that he wished he had me!! (beat) I wish I had the chance to go to the science fair. (sighs) I will go next time. I must! If not, I shall threaten to explode and then no one will ever have Oregano again!
By: India M., Lynden, Ontario, Canada; Age 13
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A comical murder mystery riddle about five friends heading to a concert until one of them ends up dead.
Five people walk into a house: Joe, Bob, Fred, Mike, and Jane. Everyone is sleeping over at Mike’s house because they are going to see a concert the next day. Jane is a big spender. Mike likes to read and hates Bob. Bob is very loud. He hates Mike. Joe is very good with money. He bought the tickets to the concert. Fred is very tough and has been to prison. The next morning, everyone wakes up and finds that Mike is dead. They all have excuses. Fred claims to have been napping. Joe says he was buying the tickets and waves the four tickets in the air. Jane claims she was at the mall. The next day, three people arrive at the concert. Mike is dead and someone else is in prison. Who killed Mike? (pause) Joe killed Mike. How do we know? He only bought four tickets. He bought three for his friends and one for himself. He knew that Mike would be dead and would not be in need of a ticket!
In Defense of the Grinch
By: Gigi C., Age 12
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A person explains why we shouldn’t hate the Grinch.
Listen up, people. I’ve got a lot to say to you and not much time to say it, so let’s get started. Most fellas around here just LOATHE the Grinch, at least before his heart had a growth spurt. “Who is he,” they say, “to lie, cheat, and steal, all because he was jealous?” Well, let me ask you this, who are YOU to go hating on him? Sure, maybe dumping all the Whos’ presents off the side of Mt. Crumpit was a bit overkill, but if he could hear the Whos singing all the way from his mountain, I think he had a right to be annoyed, don’t you think? And don’t even get me started on how lonely he must have been. He’s a green, shriveled-up beast who lived right above the happiest town there ever was, and every year a merry festival went on below him while he froze in his cave. Did the Whos ever once invite him? Huh? Did they even care about him before he carved the roast beast? I DON’T THINK SO! With all that said, I hope next time you read “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, you’ll understand his motives. I rest my case.
Life of a Tree
By: Cohen Y., Madison, Alabama, USA; Age 10
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A tree describes its life.
Everyone thinks trees are just living decorations. No, we are much more than that. True, we are used for holidays and special events but, we can also be used for shade and so much more. The real life of a tree is magnificent. When humans aren’t looking, we actually move. I know you don’t believe me since you’ve never seen it happen, but it’s true! We all meet up and talk every night we while you humans are asleep. We take showers in the rain. We also like to read. History books are our favorite, but we also enjoy comedy, fantasy, and tall tales. Don’t think being a tree is all good, though. Now, let’s talk about Christmas. It can be very uncomfortable for us! When you are hanging ornaments on us, please be CAREFUL. Those metal hooks can really hurt, and then when you take them down, you always forget one. They can get very itchy! But the real problem for us trees, is that you humans our hurting our world. All the coal and chemicals you use smell horrible and are polluting our air. We simply can’t live like this. Well, I hope you have learned something, because I don’t feel like talking anymore. Come on people! Take care of our Earth! Take care of us trees!
By: Caroline S., Madison, Alabama, USA; Age 10
Gender: Male or Female
Description: The difficult life of grass.
Hey guys! It’s me, grass! I know you think you know everything about grass, but you don’t. I mean, are you aware of all the different types of grasses? My friend, Bluegrass, is very lush type of grass. And my cousin, Centipede, is a low maintenance type of grass. All of us different kinds of grass have one big problem in common. Do you know what the problem is? Well, I’ll tell you! It’s them thoughtless, selfish humans!!! I hate it when the giant humans step all over me like they’re the boss of everything. THEY haven’t been around for millions of years like I have! I also hate it when the tiny humans sit on us and tear us out of the ground. That decreases our population! One of the hardest things to get through is the cold season when we all get sick and turn brown. Then it gets even worse! We’re super delicate and when the giant humans stand, walk or run all over us, we die! And if that wasn’t bad enough, we’re all…OH, NO! Not another giant human! RUN! Oh, wait, I forgot we can’t run! HIDE! Oh, wait, I forgot we can’t hide! MOVE out of the way! Oh, wait, I forgot we can’t move! Let the winds come and move us out of the way! (gently sways) Thanks, wind! OH, NO! Not again! Come back, wind! HELP!!! (closes his eyes, takes a beat then opens them) Whew, that was close! Well, at least it’s raining.
Second Place Winner!
By: Kellen B., Age 12, Washington State, USA
Genre: Comedic or Dramatic
Description: A student has big dreams even though his parents don’t believe in him.
When I grow up I want to be a famous astronomer. My parents laughed and said, “That’s not going to happen. You’re probably going to wind up homeless like your older brother Leo.” But I will prove them wrong. I will be the most famous astronomer that ever was. I will discover 500 planets and they will be named “Max’s (or Maxine’s) favorite”. Not something like HD 189733-B. What? It’s not egotistical. I just want everybody to know who discovered those planets. Do you know Stephen Hawking? He once said, “The galaxy created itself because it wanted to create itself, and it created itself out of nothing.” But I say no! Something that is created is always created with help of something. Take for example, a water bottle. Let’s say a water bottle wanted to turn into a giraffe. It can’t just turn into a giraffe and not be a water bottle and live and have offspring. It is physically impossible for something to turn into something it is not. It is simple logic. When I found that they don’t have astronomy classes for students in grade school, I flipped out, then I started protesting and formed an advocacy group. We are students who want college classes in grade school. CCGS for short. We have a bunch of members, and naturally, I’m the president. Wait, I am creating something out of nothing in a way. Maybe Stephen Hawking has a point. Yeah. Laugh all you want, parents! I’m not going to be homeless. I’m going to be an astronomer and you can’t stop me!
Rudolph’s Older Brother
First Place Winner!
By: Trequan D., Mississippi, USA, Age 17
Description: Rudolph’s brother tells him not to forget where he is from.
Hey man, briing ya red nose over here… AYE MAN, I said bring ya RED NOSE over here! I see you’re all excited about being Santa’s new favorite reindeer, but never forget where you came from. Yeah, I understand it’s nice to finally laugh, not get called names, and to play in all the reindeer games with everyone else besides just me… but can’t you see they’re just using you? Santa never gave you any attention until last Christmas when he couldn’t see any farther than he could spit. Huh? What do you mean he said, “you’re the light of his world”? He was being serious, that wasn’t a compliment! He taped you to the back of his car because his tail-light was out. Now explain to me why you’re ok with that. Matter fact nah, I don’t wanna hear it. Now you’re chilling with Dasher and Dancer acting like you’re a big star just because your nose glows up red, WE HAVE 50 THOUSAND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS THAT DO THAT SAME THING- you know what Rudolph, do what you wanna do, but never forget where you came from.
A Burger Cook’s Ramblings
Second Place Winner!
By: Lauren B., North Carolina, USA, Age 12
Description: A fast-food worker rants about his terrible life.
My life sucks. Every single aspect of it. Terrible. From my friends to my neighbor to my job, it’s all bad. So, first, my best friend and neighbor is not the sharpest tool in the shed, to say the least. I moved into my neighborhood in 1999. Even though he’s my best friend, we have sort of a love/hate relationship. His lack of intelligence gets in the way of everything, and I have to act dumb with him just to make him feel better. The only time I have fun with him is when we gang up on our other neighbor. Now, that guy…he’s a huge pompous jerk, and the exact definition of a delusional artist. He constantly is trying to harm us in some way, and has spoken about three kind words to me total in the years that I’ve known him. And my job? My job is a living nightmare. I work in an unsanitary kitchen as a cook. I’m probably just one rotten burger away from getting cholera or salmonella. My jerk of a neighbor works there, too, and only complains about everything. I pretend to love my job, since I work for less than minimum wage, and my boss would fire me if I even suggested a raise. I’ve tried to get another job, but every time I do, it lasts about eleven minutes before I’m crawling back to my money-hungry boss. There’s a girl that doesn’t live too far from me, and she’s pretty nice. But all she cares about is doing dumb science experiments, mostly tests on me! One good thing…I have a pet. But it’s a snail. And guess what? Even my pet snail hates me. It’s run away a few times, too. Yeah, pretty sad. And as if all of this wasn’t enough, there’s one last cherry on top. I’m constantly blowing my money on repairs for my house, because it’s always rotting away. I guess it’s not all that surprising though, since I live in a pineapple under the sea.
Third Place Winner!
By: Jordan E, Age 11, Ontario, Canada
Description: A leprechaun hates his job.
It’s lonely here at the end of the rainbow. All I do all night and day is guard this pot of gold. No one told me when I took this job that I’d be here forever and ever. With no one to talk to. No one to share my strawberry jam and cheese sandwiches with. No one to play balloon stomp with. Oh yeah, I get the occasional butterfly or ladybug stopping by, but they only like to talk about flowers, and let me tell you…petunias and daffodils get boring after hundreds of years. If only someone would find this pot of gold. I see them headed straight for me all the time, and then they veer off in the wrong direction. I shout, “Hey, over here! It’s right here!” and they look through me as if I’m invisible. If it weren’t for the King Leprechaun threatening to turn me into a bridge troll if I ever quit, I’d walk away from this stupid pot of gold right now. Wait. Here comes another one. “Hey! Over here!” Uh oh. It’s Bigfoot again. No. Not over here. (Hides behind pot of gold. Whispers and points.) No, go that way. That way. There’s nothing to see here.
Elves on Strike
First Place Winner!
By: Jeremy K., Age 12, Idaho Falls, Idaho, USA
Description: The leader of the elves union rallies the elves against Santa.
As the leader of the Union of the Order of the North Pole Elves, I stand here today and urge you to say no to Santa! No more working from sunup to sundown without so much as a snickerdoodle break! What does Santa think we are, robots? No, we’re elves, and we have rights! Tinsel, remember when he made you clean Dasher’s stall after he got into that barrel of chocolate? Cleaning chocolate poo is not in the elf job description! And Snazzy, there was that time when he ordered you to let Mrs. Claus use you as a mannequin for the little girl’s dresses she was making. Humiliating! I mean, what the falalala was he thinking? I mean he makes us wear these ridiculous Pinnocchio outfits and sing while we work, while he sits on his big fat butt watching the weather channel. And on Christmas day, he takes ALL the credit. (Imitating children.) “Mom, Santa came! Ooooh, look what Santa got me! How did he know I wanted this?” Listen up children of the world: Santa is not the one who made your train sets, and your dolly houses and your walkie talkies. It was US, the Elves of the Order of the North Pole. We did it all. Santa is just a lazy guy with a wiggly belly who works basically one day a year. Nothing but a gloried delivery man if you ask me! (Pauses. Listens to someone in the audience.) What’s that? Santa is where? (Looks behind him.) Oh fudgesicles.
Second Place Winner!
By: Kielle W., Age 16, Chesapeake, Virginia, USA
Description: A teen wishes to overcome his/her fears.
I’m in the bird watching club at school. I’ve adored the little rascals since I could say the word. I even memorized the state bird for every place in America! They’re just impossible not to admire. Birds are so much freer than any person I know. There’s no one to hold them back and tell them what not to do. Birds aren’t stuck in moldy, rundown apartments. Birds don’t stop themselves from flying wherever they want because they’re scared. No, I imagine that birds are brave. Much braver than me, that’s for sure. See, that’s why I wish I had a pair of wings. I want to feel free. I want to scatter brightly colored feathers for little girls to find in parks. Sparkle up their day a bit. Mostly, I want wings so that I could take flight. Leave behind my problems and soar into the sky. It’s why I love to go out on the roof. The wind blowing in my hair, the sun shining its beautiful rays down upon me. I pretend I’m flying for hours when I’m up there. Sometimes I linger on the ledge, arms spread as wide as an eagle. And I know one step is all it would take for me to finally, truly fly. One little step but… I never do. I always get scared and go back inside. Chained to the ground by everything I’ve got going for me. One day though, I’m gonna fly. I just need the courage to take that first step.
Third Place Winner!
By: Jonathan L. Age 10, Colleyville, Texas, USA
Description: A character describes his/her perfect day.
Wouldn’t it be great if every once in a while, we were guaranteed a perfect day? One amazingly perfect day. You know, when each piece fits together no matter how difficult the jigsaw puzzle of a day can be. The kind of day when from start to finish things just go that way. Your way. My day would be like this…When I am called on, I know the answer. And as a reward, no homework. When I go to lunch, who has all their favorites at their fingertips? (Points to self.) Me. It just gets better and better. Whose name does the coach actually get right? Who kicks a goal? Me. Whose mom is the first in the pick-up line? Whose mom bought a frozen drink and beef jerky! (Mouths “mine.”) It is a perfect day. And as I get into the car what happens, but my favorite song comes on! We breeze through traffic and when we get home, we don’t have any other plans. That means the afternoon is mine. Truly mine. I can play video games or watch YouTube and it doesn’t matter. And then dinner comes around and whose Dad grilled out and whose sister baked a cake? After dinner Dad’s like (In Dad’s voice.) ‘Let’s go to the movies – you pick, kid.’ Me! I never get to pick. It’s only on the one day that it happens when the stars line up and it ends up being perfect. Today has already been ruined because when I got downstairs for breakfast, my little brother had eaten the last of my favorite cereal. Maybe my perfect day will happen tomorrow. Just one day every once in a while. Is that really too much to ask?
Big Bad Red
By: Emma Farmer, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: Little Red Riding Hood scares off the wolf.
(Little Red Riding Hood walks in place pantomiming holding a basket during this monologue.)
Why do I have to be the one to bring granny a basket of goodies? Why doesn’t my mom do it? It’s her mother after-all. I know why my mother doesn’t want to go. Truth is, granny is mean as a snake. I’m not even kidding. That crazy old woman made me scrub her floors with a toothbrush and cut her lawn with scissors. Did I mention that her property is two acres? I thought grannies were supposed to give you cookies and presents and kiss your scrapes and scratches. Last year, I broke my leg playing on the swing in her backyard. I screamed and she came running out the door asking if I was alright. I said, “I think I broke my leg” and what did she do? She said, “walk it off.” Um hold up, what? Yep that’s right. That woman broke my childhood. Whatever. Here we are. (Stops.) Wait. What’s that? Oh my god. There’s a wolf on her doorstep. He sees me. What do I do? What do I do? Don’t panic! (Looks down at her basket. Looks at the wolf. Hurls the basket at the wolf.) I can’t believe it! I just scared that wolf away! They should call me Big Bad Red from now on! (Pauses.) Oh no. The basket. He took the basket. I can’t go into granny’s house without that basket. Oh shoot! She just saw me, I have to go in. Hi, granny. (Waving through the window with gritted teeth.) This is going to be like stepping into a mine field. Well, here goes nothing.
By: Emma Tricarico, Age 9, Melbourne, Australia
Description: Pandora regrets opening the box and vows to do something about it.
Why did Zeus have to give me that box in the first place? (Pause.) What am I saying? It was all my fault. I was the one that opened the box. I should have known that it was full of nothing good. Now I’ve let all the diseases free. I don’t want to be known for a bad thing. I want to be known for good. Everybody always used to be happy. Now there is sickness and disease and I’m to blame. It was just too tempting. He gives me a box. A beautiful box. And then tells me not to open it! What use is a box if you can’t open it? Epimetheus says that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Anyone would have opened that box. But this happened to me, and not anybody else. I have to figure out why. What can I do? I’m just a lump of clay. Maybe there is a way I can help Hope. He’s just a little bug, out there on his own. I’m going to find him and help him become strong and powerful. I have to try. It’s the least I can do after I opened that stupid, annoying little box.
By: Aston Stroud, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: Hansel tries to console his sister while they are lost in the woods.
(Calling out.) Dad? Dad? DAD! We are ready to go home now. Gretel, be quiet, I can’t think when you’re talking. Maybe dad’s just playing a game, like hide and seek or maybe he’s looking for us while we are looking for him. (Calling out.) Dad? (Pause.) Why do you think our stepmother told us to come out here and look for dad? Its creepy out here. Gretel, you don’t think that our stepmother brought us out here to get rid of us, do you? No, why would she want to get rid of us? I mean we follow her rules and are quiet, mostly. We don’t eat much anymore. Oh no, wait…we haven’t had enough food lately. Now that I’m saying it, it makes sense! Oh no, they’re trying to get rid of us. Where will we live? What will we do? Gretel, stop crying, it will be ok. (Pause.) Whoa, Gretel look at that. It’s a house, and I think it’s made of candy. In the middle of the woods, a candy house? Let’s go get some! (Pause.) Wait, why is there a lady staring at us through that window? Gretel, stop. Gretel, come back! Who is that in the window? Gretel, RUN!
The Emperor’s Makeover
By: Aubrey Schweder, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: The Emperor’s barber plays a trick on him.
Okay, let’s see who is on the calendar today. Ugh, the Emperor. He drives me crazy. He’s always bragging about his good looks. I know. I’ll give him a fantabulous, splendid, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious makeover, that of course won’t actually be superb at all! Now to just wait for him to arrive (looks at watch.) It’s half past two, he should be here, ugh. Of course, he keeps me waiting! (pauses, waiting for emperor to arrive, paces around the room) Ahaaa, he’s here! I have to act natural of course. (Tries a few ‘natural’ poses.) Good afternoon emperor, come have a seat over here. I’ve decided that you may not look in a mirror, because you might be blinded by your own beauty. (Winks at audience.) Now, I’ll just rest these fresh cucumbers on your eyes, while I apply this mask to your face. Hmmm, now let’s see. I’ll start with your hair. (Whispers to audience) I’m shaving it all off. (Makes buzzing noise.) What? Noo I’m not shaving it all off emperor, it’s all part of my master plan. You’ll look more handsome than ever, I assure you. Now to do your eyebrows. (Makes buzzing noise.) Marvelous, and yes, while you were relaxing, I gave you a manicure and pedicure as well! Haha. Alright are you ready to see your makeover? Three, two, one…. Surprise! Oh, Your Highness, it will be all the rage. When people see it, everyone will be copying you! (Cups hand to ear.) Oh, I think someone’s calling me, got to run!
A Place to Hide
By: Lillian Orr, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: Snow White explains her predicament to the seven dwarves.
Um, could you all stop staring at me please? It’s a little creepy. Look, I didn’t mean to trespass. I.I…was trying to get some rest. I was so tired last night. You see, my evil stepmother sent out her huntsman to try to try to kill me. What would you do if you were trying to escape with your life? I didn’t have a choice. I ran and ran and this was the first house I found. Honestly, this wasn’t what I was expecting. Everything is so tiny. Little beds, little chairs, little tables…. but, I don’t care, I just need somewhere to hide. My evil stepmother hates me because every time she talks to that stupid mirror, it always tells her that I’m the fairest in the land and goes on and on about my fair skin that’s white like snow and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So, I guess she figured if I was dead, she would be the fairest and prettiest of them all. That’s why I’m here. I don’t even want to be the fairest of them all. I was so tired that I fell asleep in these beds. (Pause.) Maybe we can come up with a compromise. How about this: if you guys don’t tell anyone that I’m here, I will make meals for you, clean your cottage, mend your clothes, take care of you when you are sick, and this will be our little secret.
You’d Better Pay Me
By: Dillon Hammell, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: The Pied Piper threatens the townspeople if the Mayor doesn’t pay him.
What do you mean you aren’t going to pay me? I just got rid of those rats for you. They won’t be back for a long time, if ever. So, where’s my money? What? This is a joke, right? I have a family to feed you know. You need to pay me now! I just single handedly went from town to town playing my flute and had an army of rats following me. I got rid of them all, every last one! If it wasn’t for me, then you people would have gotten a horrible plague that would have killed almost everyone. You need to know that there are more things I can do with this flute of mine. Since you were smart enough to hire me to take care of the rats then you should be smart enough to know that you should pay me unless you want something terrible to happen. Still not going to pay, huh? (Starts playing the flute.) Do you hear that? That thunder and lightning surrounding us? That’s the magic starting to work. Say goodbye to your children. (He grins and starts playing the flute again.)
By: Josh Escapite, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: Papa Bear asks a police officer to arrest an intruder.
You need to arrest her, officer. I mean this Goldilocks person, she walked right into our house like it was hers. She ate the porridge that Mama Bear made for us. She was soooooo hungry. She could have just eaten one bowl but noooo she had to find the perfect one so she ate them all. And she didn’t even bring the dishes to the sink! Then she went to take a nap in our beds she messed all three of them up. Sat in all the chairs and broke one, and didn’t clean up. Who does this sort of thing?! I think she should have to pay a big fine. Actually, she probably doesn’t care about what she did. Fining her isn’t enough, I want her in jail so she can think about her behavior! Yes, ARREST GOLDILOCKS! ARREST HER!
Flat Out Naked
By: Chloe Biddle, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: The Emperor finally realizes that he doesn’t have any clothes on.
What do you mean I don’t have any clothes on? No, you know what I think? I think that you aren’t gifted enough to see my magnificent clothes. My clothes are so elegant that only truly special people can see them, and by what I can see, you, young lad are not special in the slightest. (Boy keeps trying to convince emperor.) Please, spare me the talking. I do in fact have clothes on, you are just trying to trick me. Why don’t you run home to your mother before I decide to throw you in the dungeon! (Pause.) What’s that? You want me to look down? Fine. If it will humor you. I’ll look down just this once—–oh, my word. You’re right. I’m not wearing any clothes. Why did no one inform me of this? Where are my noblemen? My traitorous citizens didn’t tell me I am flat-out naked! Well, young man, on the positive side, everyone gets to witness my magnificent physique. Please, refrain from the compliments. I know, I know. Everyone is jealous of my spectacular body. (Whispers.) Let’s pretend this never happened.
Breaking up with Hook
By: Justin Accord, Age 12, South Carolina, USA
Description: Peter Pan ends his rivalry with Captain Hook to spend more time with Wendy.
Captain Hook, I’m so sorry but I have something to tell you. What we have is not working out. It’s not you, it’s me. There are too many things in the way of our hatred to keep it going strong. I want to spend more time with this girl named Wendy. She has all these great stories, and she takes care of me and the lost boys. She thinks us fighting gets in the way of me spending time with her. Plus, Tink and Wendy have been fighting a lot, I have to watch Tink at all times, she is always trying to mess with Wendy. So, I just don’t have any time to battle with you anymore. (Pause.) I know, I am going to miss fighting with you to. I hope we can still be enemies. We have had so many memories together. Remember that time I cut off your hand?! (Beat.) too soon? Ok, well this is getting pretty awkward so I’m just going to go. Bye Hook.
Under my Bed
Third Place Winner
By: Patrick O., Victoria, BC, Age 12
Sam is a mostly harmless creature who lives under my bed. He’s covered in fuzz and he’s sort of a grayish brownish color. He makes himself invisible to my mom, which doesn’t matter because she doesn’t think he’s real anyway. He likes to tickle my toes when I stand at the edge of the bed at night, so I usually run from the door and jump on my bed when it’s bedtime. Sam likes candy, so I try to give him some as often as possible. I have to sneak it out of the kitchen, though, because I’m not supposed to have very much candy and my mom would NOT believe that it’s actually for Sam. He only lets me pet him when I give him candy. Most of the time, he just sleeps. However…and this is the bad thing about Sam…he likes to play tricks on me when it’s dark. He makes little thumping noises that keep me awake. He can also imitate monsters by making shadows in the room. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and get scared by the monster shadows and then I remember that it’s just Sam and I can hear him giggling in the corner by the window. I tell him that it’s NOT funny, and I try to go back to sleep. Sam is only scared of one thing, and that’s part of the reason why he doesn’t like my mom. Just like the cats, he hates the vacuum cleaner. I can tell when my mom has vacuumed under my bed because when I get home from school, Sam is a lump underneath my bedspread. I think it’s funny that strange creatures who try to scare you can get scared too.
Third Place Winner
By: Hiro Nguyen; Corpus Christi, Texas, USA, Age 11
Description: A kid resists the urge to kill a bug.
I thought about smashing it, but then I remembered how bad I felt when I accidentally/on-purpose flushed my goldfish down the toilet. I thought I was setting him free. Free to swim out into the great wide ocean. My mom was pretty upset and she told me that the toilet water does not, in fact, lead to the ocean. So, I just sat there watching the little gray bug. They are called potato bugs. I don’t know why. I couldn’t resist. I poked him and he curled into a ball. After a minute or two, he opened back up and carried on his way. I wondered where he was headed. Maybe he was going home to his family who lives in a tiny hole in the earth. I wondered what it would be like to be that small. A pine needle would be like a log. A rock, like a mountain. My friend Keegan would have smashed him for sure. He likes to squish bugs to see what’s inside. But I left that bug alone. Instead, I laid down on the mossy ground and imagined life as a bug.
Third Place Winner
By: Amelia S., Houston, Texas, USA, Age 10
Description: A fork proclaims superiority over the other utensils.
As a fork, I can proudly say that we are the superior utensils. I was talking to spoon the other day and she was all braggy about how they used her for soup AND ice cream the other night. Pffft. That’s nothin. I have the ability to STAB and POKE and SPEAR. Spoon said, “Oh yeah, what about stirring?” Well, I can do that too. Yesterday morning, the big lady human used me to stir cream into her coffee, and it wasn’t just because all the spoons were dirty like spoon said. Knives? Well, they generally keep quiet because we all know they have anger problems. Especially the steak knives. Forks are the friendliest. Everyone knows that. Oops. Gott run. Gonna get used again. Yum, pancakes!
No More Sisters…Please.
By: Karen Anne K., Carman, Manitoba, Canada, Age 13
Description: A daughter tries to talk her mom out of having another baby.
I know that you were a one and only child, mom, and you always wanted a brother or sister when you were a kid. But you did not know what you were wishing for. Thanks to you, I have two older sisters, and believe me; I do not want another one. Sure, I would not mind being an older sister for once, but I already have enough problems with my other two sisters. Lena may be the oldest, but she is not the boss of me even though she is convinced she is. Yes, I know she seems nice and sweet and innocent, but I can prove that wrong. I saw her kissing Joshua on the sidewalk outside our house last night. She makes me keep her secrets by threatening to smother me with a pillow while I’m sleeping. And Stacy isn’t much better. You know that report card she brought home? That was fake. I saw her skipping math class to hang out with her friends and she stole my diary to keep me quiet. I wanna know why you can’t figure these things out. I mean, there is no way that she could have gotten 149% in math. Sure, they say that the oldest kids are the smartest, but I’m proof that the scientists are wrong. So, I hope that you just gained a few pounds or are just bloated or something because if there is a baby in that stomach of yours. I may have to go find different parents who will let me be their one and only child.
Dog Ate my Homework
By: Cadence K., Carman, Manitoba, Canada, Canada, Age 12
Description: A student tells his (or her) teacher the truth about a missing homework assignment.
I’m sorry. I don’t have my math homework, Mrs. Williams. I have a really good reason. You might think I’m lying, but I’m not. Everybody thinks that when you dog eats your homework you are for sure lying, and you just didn’t get it done, but what if your dog actually eats your homework? Then what do you do? That’s what happened to my homework. Our tiny evil poodle ate it. We have to be careful in our house because that poof-ball, who only likes my mother, eats everything, including gross stuff out of the cat box. So, I got home and I set my homework on the table and I went to get some graham crackers and milk. After that, my brother wanted to play hoops in the driveway and he never wants me to play with him, so I did. When I got back inside, my homework was chewed up on the floor and the Devil Dog was hiding under the sofa. So, that’s it. My real story about how my dog actually did eat my homework.
I Hate Barney
By: Tyler W., Carman, Manitoba, Canada, Age 12
Description: A character has a theory about Barney the purple dinosaur.
I hate Barney! I hate his phony, “I love you, you love me” act. Why does he keep making small children love him? If you ask me, he’s a creep. No, I’m serious. And what is a purple dinosaur doing in the 21st century in the first place? What time did he come from? The Jurassic, late cretaceous period? I don’t buy it. I know he’s just a forty-year-old guy in a… wait, I think I’m starting to understand…Barney is purple. Purple is the color of some flowers. Flowers have petals and so do bikes. Bikes are a type of transportation, and so is a car. A jet is also a type of transportation and Area 51 is where they test jets. Area 51 is also where they experiment on aliens. Oh my God, Barney is an alien! I have to go. I have to tell the authorities! Wait a minute, who’s there? Show yourself. Oh my God. Aaaaaahhhhhh!
By: Sadie de la Cruz, Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA, Age 15
Description: A disappointed actor tries to get a bigger part in a play.
I love theatre, even though I’m shy. So, I auditioned for our spring play called “The King.” Mrs. Lopez gave everyone parts, but because she knows I’m shy, she gave me a very small role. My line is to say “nah” after the king says his line “Bow before me”. After that one word, I was done for the whole play. I literally just say “nah” and then walk off stage. Seriously? Well, obviously, you can see how that might bother me. So, I went to Mrs. Lopez and demanded she give me a new part. She had no choice but to give me a new role! Ok… I admit it. That’s not actually how it happened. I did go to my teacher, and I politely asked her for a new role. But she would not budge. She said that I was a perfect match for the part and that it was a very important part. I was so disappointed, but I understood. I had to play that part, but I needed a plan. I knew if Mrs. Lopez saw how good of an actor I was, she would have no choice but to change my part! So, I continued to say my line “nah” but in different accents, making it more interesting. (Improvise different ways of saying, “nah.”) I think she liked it because she told me she’d change my character. I was so happy! Now, it’s the day of the play, and I am playing a bush who does not talk or act. At all. I guess she didn’t like it.
By: Logan L., Green Bay, Wisconsin, USA, Age 17
Description: A kid makes a confession about their secret love.
There is something that I’ve been hiding from everyone I know. It has been on my mind a lot so I want to get it off my chest. I know this obsession may be overboard, but it is a part of me. It’s been bottled up inside of me for too long because I wasn’t sure what people would think. I have a forbidden love, the kind of love that is not supposed to exist. Some say that this love isn’t natural, but it is everything I need and more. Many people say that it has to be a man and a woman that fall in love, but to those people I say that love wins. I love the warmth that my love gives me; it is very sweet and comforting. I cannot achieve this kind of love with anything else. There is no breaking me apart from my beloved. I don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore because I have found love. So, this is me announcing my love to the world; I love pancakes. Pancakes love me too. The connection that I share with pancakes cannot be compared to anything else. This is not lust; this is pure love in its purest form. If you look at my eyes whenever I see a pancake you may notice that my eyes twitch. Pancakes understand me for who I am; they complete me. The soft and chewy cake is all I need in my life; and now the world knows that I am proud to be a pancake lover!
By: Molly McKenna., Green Bay, Wisconsin, USA, Age 17
Description: A student panics while taking a test.
The white clock on the wall is mocking me. Counting down the minutes until I fail this test. It makes no sense. Hey, why aren’t there any posters hung up in Ms. Daniel’s room? I never noticed that before. I need something to take my mind off this paper. This paper that will destroy my GPA. Oh my god…I’m grinding my teeth. I never grind my teeth. Wow. Look how interesting this pencil looks when I twirl it. Why is the second hand on that clock moving so slowly? And how is everyone else still working on this test? I can’t make sense of it. I read the novel, but this question doesn’t make any sense. Look at Hanna. Furiously scribbling. I hate her. She knows the answers to everything. Ms. Daniels is reading a book. Really? At a time like this, she is just sitting there reading? She’s mean. Whoa. There’s the bell. My paper is still blank. I think I’m going to have a heart attack. Great. Everyone’s getting ready to go. I’d better turn in my paper. But really, what’s the point? It’s blank. I guess I’ll just turn it in. Wait, what? Ms. Daniels is going to grade our papers right now? How can she do that? I think I’m going to turn to stone. She’s making everyone sit back down. Why is she shuffling through the papers so fast? Wait, she stopped on one. I think it’s mine. Here we go. My heart’s pounding through my chest. She’s going to announce to everyone that I’ve failed. Wait, what? I am the only one who passed? It was a test to see if we could read directions, and it said not to write anything down? Ha! Take that, Hannah! Take that, clock!
A Short Monologue
By: Lauren H., Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Age 16
Description: A teen expresses the frustrations of being vertically challenged.
Last night my world was shattered. I realized that my younger brother, Colin, is taller than me. He was like “Ha, ha. I’m taller than you, little hobbit.” Shut Up Colin! No one understands the daily struggles of being short. People use your head as an armrest, like ALL the time. I’m not an armrest, I’M A HUMAN BEING! People also assume you’re like five or six years younger than you are. When I went to the Ferris wheel, they asked if I wanted the twelve and under ticket. TWELVE AND UNDER!!!! I’M SIXTEEN. People always feel the need to point out how short you are. Like “Wow, you’re like three feet tall.” NO I’M 5 FOOT ONE QUARTER, idiot. Then they’re like “Oh, you can just wear high heels” which is great advice because I love wearing shoes that make my feet feel like they’re on fire. People also taunt you by holding things above your head or putting them on a high shelf. I really want to strangle each and every tall person but to do so I would NEED A STEPLADDER!!!!!!
By: Samantha R., Bluffton, South Carolina, USA, Age 12
Description: Being a ghost isn’t easy, especially when you are a teen spirit.
You should be happy you’re a human. I mean, it’s not easy being a ghost. First off, everything I hold just falls through my hands, which is no help. When I try to eat or drink anything, it lands on the floor. When I try to be normal, kids just scream and run away. It’s not my fault I died. One time it was the first day of school and I got expelled because I was “too scary for the children.” How are they supposed to live life if they don’t face their fears? Maybe I was trying to teach them a life lesson. Then when I try to be scary, teens laugh and think I’m a projection. One girl even asked me how much the projector was. Don’t even get me started about babies who cry no matter what I do. Yesterday, I saw a help-wanted sign over at the amusement park. They need help in the haunted house. Now, there’s a place where my skills can come in handy!
By: Rebecca S., Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Age 17
Description: A teen expresses her feelings about her best friend.
Best friend? Well, I’ve never been much for friends. My intense competitive spirit, social anxiety, fear of the cafeteria and awkward sense of humor tend to work against me. But strangely, the one friend I have come to entrust this weird title was once my arch nemesis. Of course, she had no clue. In fourth and fifth grade Angela had a cubby right next to mine. She had lots of friends and took the ‘Nicest Student’ award away from me in the fifth grade, and I was so angry that I squeezed glue in her cubby, which showed how nice I really was. Yeah, Angela deserved the award. She’s someone who has my back when I say, “back me up.” She laughs at my hilarious jokes when everyone else randomly forgets how to laugh. She takes me to a world where awkward moments don’t exist and jealousy is something to joke about and fights never happen (and if they do I don’t remember them). Best Friend? Nah. Angela and I are more like sisters.
Bippity Boppity Bam
Third Place Winner
By: Kathleen H., Bluffton, South Carolina, USA, Age 11
Description: Gertrude, the daughter of Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother, is upset that she is not getting the attention she (in her mind) deserves.
Bippity, boppity, bam! Hi, my name is Gertrude and I’m the daughter of the Fairy Godmother. Want to know why my name is so bad? It’s because mommy was too busy making little old Cinderella’s dreams come true to think of a good name for me. Oh, and does mommy give me a beautiful dress, a prince to dance with at a ball, or glass slippers? NO! All she gives me is a big fat pile of chores. I don’t even have magic. Mommy says its skips a generation, so I can’t point at my feet and hope to see a pair of glass slippers. Here, I’ll show you. Bippity, Boppity, bam! Whoa! There’s a pair of glass slippers on my feet! I guess magic doesn’t skip generation after all. Mommy was wrong. It wasn’t the first time that’s for sure. I wonder if that Prince Charming guy is still available. If not there may just have to be a magical interference between the prince and Miss Cinderella. Now what was his number?
My Death Ride
By: Diego R., Modesto, CA USA
Description: A teen tells a story to his parents so as not to get in trouble.
Hi mom. Hi dad. It’s not my fault I wrecked the car. The truth is I was driving like any regular day to the movies. I made a turn then the next thing I knew I was in the woods. Then a bear ran in front of the car. To not hit it I made a sharp turn causing me to swerve in to a tree. Then a gang approached me on their motorcycles with crow bars and guns. I had to do quick thinking. Luckily, a weirdo came by scaring off the gang. He looked like Donald Trump and the Devil had a baby. Then, all of a sudden, I was in Hawaii so I kept driving when I noticed a plane spiraling from the sky, headed straight for me. The, get this. I crashed on the moon and the stupid moon junk broke the window. Then I was in the North Pole when, out of the blue, Santa’s work shop appeared. I lost control of the car, went through the building, and ran over half the elves and Mrs. Claus. I`m for sure on the naughty list this year. Next, I was on an iceberg. A polar bear came by and tried to bite my face off, I mean it had its jaw around my face. Then suddenly I was in assassin`s creed, the video game. How did that happen? The guards saw me and came after me, and I tried to drive but the wheels were stuck in a something that seemed to be pulling the car apart. Next, think I knew, I was trapped in the year 1720 and Cinderella was standing in the middle of the road. I think when I hit her with the car, it suddenly spit me back into the present. So, you are really lucky that I am back with you now, and that all that’s wrong is that there are a few dings on the car.
Every Flavor of the Rainbow
By: Georgia E. Alberta, Canada, Age 13
Description: An ice cream flavor is having an identity crisis.
Hi, I’m Neapolitan. (Smirks at audience, winking flirtatiously.) I come from a mixed family, my mom’s like half cherry, dad’s rocky road. It makes me a whole lot of chunky, with a side of smooth. (Looks around, pause.) What was I talking about… Oh yeah, people ask what my biggest flaw is… I guess I’m just too strong. They just can’t take all this flavor, you know? (Gestures to entire body. Pauses.) It’s hard for me, you know? (Tone switches, slightly hesitant.) I have no idea who I am. My one aunt is certain I’m Vanilla, my uncle thinks I’m chocolate. But I’m strawberry too right? In the freezer section, the flavors pretty much stick to their own kind. Vanilla with Vanilla and Chocolate with Chocolate. They never accept me the way I am. That’s okay, though. I’m going to be myself even if they don’t accept me. I’ll scoop out my own sorta life. Maybe I’ll travel the kitchen, see the counter… visit the tower of pizza. We all need to accept who we are, like that Miss Strawberry chic. She’s natural, and I respect that. Even if she stalks me day and night. It’s kinda’ creepy… I can’t even re-freeze without being sure she’s not looking. But hey, at least she’s not one of those dairy-free flavors. I don’t buy that for a second.
So Close to Ten
By: Alyse D., Bluffton, South Carolina, Age 11
Description: Alyse has been putting off riding a roller coaster for too long. So today she will ride. Whether Alyse enjoys the ride or not remains to be seen.
You want to hear about the scariest experience of my life? It happened on a roller coaster. Strapped in tightly, I looked up at the tall menacing incline of the Rip Rocket. The harsh winds blew in my face and made my hair knotty as I checked my belt for the fiftieth time. Why did I have to do this? Why did I have to ride my first roller coaster… today? I was this close to making it through my single-digit years without riding one. I didn’t agree to it, but, according to my dad, “It’s time.” I didn’t like it, but he was right. My sisters rode their first roller coaster way before me. Even though I didn’t want to at first, I’m glad I did. Universal was a lot more fun now that I rode coasters. When we reached the coaster, my grandma asked me the long-asked question. “Alyse, are you going to go on?” Of course I said no, but apparently they didn’t hear me, because they shoved me into the line! First, we went up a mountain of steep, grimy, paralyzing steps, flinching after each thump on the concrete. Next, we got into the depressingly short loading line, and there it was. That rickety paint-chipped cart would be the last thing I would ever see. It was our turn. We crawled in and I could hear the screams of the past riders. I embraced the feeling that I would soon be at peace. “3, 2, 1…Off you go!” The cart lurched, and the screams of the past were now my own. “I love roller coasters!!!”
I Cannot Wait!
By: Bella J., Elesmere, Kentucky, USA, Age 11
Description: A student can’t wait to start at their new school.
I know, I know, mom. It’s time to get up. I cannot wait to go to school today. Today is my first day at St. James. I wonder what class I am in. I wonder who I will meet. I hope I will make lots of friends. I hope I will like my teacher. What am I going to wear? Jeans? No. Too casual. Black pants with this cool shirt. No, I’ll look like a waiter. I know. My favorite sweater! Does my hair look alright? I wish it was longer. I hope I can make friends easily like I did at the last school. Oh my goodness. Why am I worrying? There is nothing to be worried about. -I am sure I will have a great day! OMG! I am going to be late! I’d better go to school now. Bye mom. I am going to catch the bus. I’ll tell you about my day after school.
By: Valeria Barajas, Grand Prairie, TX, USA, Age 12
Description: A student uses color to describe gender identity.
You know what bothers me? Certain colors… Blue and pink they bother me. Blue for boys or pink for girls, it’s a stereotype. If you’re a guy then blue strictly, and if you’re a girl its pink… but what if I don’t want to think of it like that? I’m purple; I am yellow, I am green. Cause I am my own shade of pink, I am magenta. Cause I am my own shade of blue, I am turquoise. We are our own shade of ANY and EVERY color. WE are the rainbow. All of us are different and stereotyping girls and guys gets us nowhere. I am red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. I am the rainbow, I AM ME.
By: Sofia C., Modesto, California, USA
Description: A student finds a threatening note stashed in their backpack.
(Digging into backpack.) What’s this? (Pulls out a crumpled note and unfolds it.) I can barely read this sloppy handwriting. (Reading.) Watch your back… I know what you did. (Beat.) What could I have possibly done and to who? What are they talking about? Why is this note in my backpack? I can’t believe someone had the nerve to do this. Wait, what if they know that I skipped school last week. But no one knew about that, not even my best friend. Or could it be that time I copied all of Jacob’s answers on the math test. Why would someone want to get me in trouble? I just want to go home! BUT… I can’t let some nobody get in my head. What if it’s not just a nobody, what if it’s someone I care about. I’ll ask my friends if they know anything about the note. But wait… I can’t do that, then everyone will know that I did something horrible. I guess I will just have to shut up and act normal. Would that be possible? If I can…I’ll just keep acting like nothing happened. And in the meantime, I will trust no one!