Monologue


Novecento. Un monologo
Notes from Underground
The Reluctant Fundamentalist
The Fall (Vintage International)
White Nights
Girls & Boys
The Confessions of Isobel Gowdie
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept
Portnoy’s Complaint
The Catcher in the Rye
The Vagina Monologues
Embers
The Waves
The Passion According to G.H.
Agapē Agape
Robin Dalmar
He felt his heart constrict as he prepared to do the unthinkable. To take someone’s life on a whim, without mercy or hint of humanity. He felt like he should’ve said something. Explain why he was doing this. To close the situation for good. In his mind, he tried to justify his actions. This man caused so much pain and chaos. But the man was dying, and there was no point in wasting his breath on a speech just to appease himself.
Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms

Finn Eccleston
Ah yes, of course, Spiders. Is it their size? Do you fear the ones you cannot see, dunnot sense until they bite you and you die a horrible, painful death? Or would you prefer a giant, fist-sized one? One that towers above buildings like in an old shit-show production? I quite think you would. Now personally, one of my least favourite thing about spiders is their fangs. You see, their fangs are a mixture of rat’s fur and small dragon teeth. They manage to be sharp, deadly, and disgustingly hairy. ...more
Finn Eccleston, The Community: A Funny and Disturbing Conspiracy Mystery Novel

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