I'm actually in the process of posting monologues and scenes and such on my LJ to share with anyone interested. Everyone is free to take and use for auditions, class, what have you (but please credit). Feel free view my page and read my stuff. Friend requests are welcome.
Here is one that I recently posted on LJ ((Warning: There is some swearing. I wasn't sure what was allowed here so I censored)):
My sister lives in a f**king cave. On the second floor of our house. I think she must be a vampire or something. She keeps all the lights off and the door closed and only descends for meals. She comes and goes as she pleases, never saying “good-bye!” or “I'm leaving” or, God forbid, tell us where she's actually going. Seriously, at our Christmas party, everyone kept asking me, “Where's Marissa?..Where's Marissa?...Where's Marissa?” and I would say “upstairs....upstairs...upstairs!!!” My poor elderly cousin, Emmy Lou , who only sees her about, oh, twice a year was confused as to why a whole member of the family, who lives in our house, was not communing, (in the spirit of CHRISTMAS) with, hmm, the family!! Emmy lou could die any second and Marissa is happy, secluded in her cave of solitude. At the party, she only came downstairs once, and that was to eat. After she finished filling her little belly, off she went, back to her little cave. The Marissa Cave. JESUS CHRIST! IT'S CHRISTMAS FOR GOD'S SAKE! Are we so awful you can't spend one evening with us?! But, oh no. She's not alone up there all the time. She has a boyfriend. And he's up there all the time with her.... with the door closed.... yeah, I know what there doing. THEY'RE HAVING SEX! I know they are. Right down the hall from my room my sister is doing the nasty in her little love cave. I mean... EWW! GOD! No, she is not. EW, I'm lying, I don't want to think about it......... she is, isn't she? Oh God. Marissa's life is a total mystery. Sure, I get it: She's an adult she can do whatever she wants. I just wish she had more respect for everyone else in this house. It's like her responsibility stops at her door. My mom tries so hard to talk to her and know what's going on in her life, but Marissa's is curt and ignores her. Curt curt curt. Marissa's got her own little world. I hope she's happy in her stupid cave.