Well, I've written a lot of monologues since it was first published in Feburary, March, April, or even May of 2015. Sorry, I didn't really keep track of when I first published my first two monologues: #BULLYING and #SPOTTEDLEAFDIED. Ah, yes. Who could forget. Good times.

Some of the monologues in the first volume aren't even finished yet, or even been started yet. But, no matter. It was getting too full. So I decided to publish this second volume of monologues in October of 2015. Yeah, sorry for being so specific. These are kind of like journal entries to me, so...trying to keep track.

Anyway, this is the second volume of monologues, and, in the spirit of Halloween, I've decided to start off the new age by talking about something creepy.

Ok, I'll admit: DISCLAIMER! I am horrible at writing scary stories. Horrible. But still.

So. I just got back from a play called Stage Fright, which was about some (really dumb) people who thought it was a good idea to play with...you know. The board. It wasn't really scary, but more eery, and it had some loud noises and such going on. I really wanted to go because my two friends lilypotter6204 and lotrlover6204 (lol guys what's so special about 6204?) were playing in it. You guys were awesome. Seriously. When you were talking about how smoking can kill you, it was all I could go not to shout out "Way to go, Mia!" That was funny. (I see why you got the part, if you know what I mean.)

Surprisingly, I actually had a monologue moment during the play. I mean, is it really that hard to believe? The meat in these 20th century plays are all about the irony. 

I'm just going to cut to the chase. In the third scene, this guy named Swen, if I recall correctly, was telling the stage performers about the time when a whole audience was stuck in their seats and were forced to listen to an old man talking about darkness. I can't remember his exact words, but it was really powerful. I wanted to cry, it was so powerful. But he was talking about a subject that I often had a monologue moment with in the shower (sorry, but it's the truth). So, since I can't exactly remember what he said, I'm going to put it in my own words.

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-Update-

"The light prevails!" (thx eema)

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Well, I don't know anything about Pokemon, but have you ever heard that light distinguishes darkness, but darkness can also distinguish light? I'm sure you have. Besides, it's common sense, right?

Let's use another metaphor. Imagine you are in your bedroom. It is pitch black, and you can't see anything. You turn the light on. What happened to the darkness? You can't see it at all. Now, flip off the light again. Did the darkness engulf the light?

Now, pick up a flashlight. Turn it on. See how bright it is? Move it from the door, to the ceiling, to the closet, and then to the bookshelf. When you shine the light on an object, the darkness is gone, correct? And when you move it away it turns dark again?

Put the flashlight on the bed and cover it up with a blanket. Can you see the light? Put it in the closet and close the door. Is it gone?

Guys. The darkness didn't engulf the light. The light left the darkness. When you shine the flashlight on the wall, is it dark anymore? No. When you put the flashlight in the closet, did the light die out? No. You simply hid the light, but it was still there.

Going back to the play, the man who held the audience captive in their seats was talking about how they love the darkness. About how men looked up at the dark night sky, and they were afraid. They were afraid of the darkness. It had no power. They gave power to the darkness. Their fear fed it. It goes all back to what we are taught in church. What the final line to The Labyrinth was. You have no power over me!