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Everything is smothered in darkness. Not even the moon dares reflect any light to uplift the aura of doom and foreboding drenching the atmosphere on the moors. The land is flat and endless, stretching

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Introduction

English coursework - Dramatic Monologue Saturday 5th October, 1926 Everything is smothered in darkness. Not even the moon dares reflect any light to uplift the aura of doom and foreboding drenching the atmosphere on the moors. The land is flat and endless, stretching for miles in all directions, and all that breaks the horizon, is the mansion. The wind howls and the few, bony trees dotting the driveway to the mansion, cower. Yet the mansion just stands, unmoving, silent, menacing. The tall Georgian windows gape, the many chimneys that once stood proud now crumble, ivy climbs the side of the house, and un-swept dead leaves swirl as another gust of wind tries to tell them, warn them to go back...Amidst the relentless battering from the wind and grumbling thunder in the distance, gravel crunching can be heard. A clap of lightning suddenly illuminates the already eerie scene, and two of the women let out a gasp. The sight is horrifying and breath taking, the scene could have been from a horror film. The Tudor Mansion waits in expectation. The visitors are powerless and can only stare back. The gate swings open. A dark figure steps forward. For a moment there I thought the gate had opened by itself! I need to get a grip of myself, get a grip of yourself Jo! In the darkness I can only work out the portly shape of a man, he surveys each of us for a moment, his eyes are lively and accusing. He then beckons us to follow. John must have a new butler, I think fleetingly. ...read more.

Middle

I could never stand him actually, he was so arrogant... "Miss?" Oh no. What could he want with me? Against my will I begin to panic but try not to show it. I must look calm and un-phased, a true actress... "Miss...?" he asks again. "Oh sorry, just this has come as a bit of a shock." Everyone watches as the young woman wipes a tear from her eye. She is wearing a long evening dress, frayed at the hem and low cut. Her face is heavily made up and her lips are bright, trashy red. She wrings her hands and looks at her feet before replying, "Josephine, but you can call me Josie, Inspector," she pauses for a moment before adding cheerfully, "Nice to meet you Inspector," as she reaches for his hand. He complies with a cold smile. "Surname?" he asks. I tell him, and I begin to feel light headed in the crowded room. Should I faint? Now that would be effective! Just so that they know I have nothing to do with this, and then they would let me go. I will clutch at the bookcase behind and collapse, perhaps I could get caught by one of those big men. Before I get a chance to perfect the technique in my mind, the old cook enters. The inspector offers her a seat beside my mother, to which my mother looks rather alarmed. "Now really Inspector, I see no reason why I, or my daughter, should be kept here any longer! Tragedy as it is, we did not know this young man rather well, I knew his late uncle Sir Black but his nephew was always, well, a little odd, you could say. ...read more.

Conclusion

She isn't even looking at me. The colleague of John's is examining the collection of antique books, no doubt hoping to obtain some now the owner has deceased. Then there's the two men, one by the doorway and one by the window. They are both serious and silent, they have not been implicated in the murder, yet. One appears to be wearing a dog collar. "Yes, John wanted to make amends, as you say." I cannot hold the inspector's gaze and for a moment the room and the figures blur. I think I am really going to faint. "But you didn't like John's tone, his accusations, did you, Miss Josephine?" The atmosphere is intense. The inspector stands confidently in his brown, plain suit. He is bald and there is nothing remarkable about his face, apart from the eyes. All attention is drawn to his eyes, unblinking, accusing, and lively. Miss Josephine squirms under the pressure, her talent for acting clearly not that wonderful. "You were heard arguing with the late Dr in the lounge, which is just down the hallway. A candle stick was found on the floor beside the body. I believe you, Miss Josephine Scarlett, murdered Dr John Black in the lounge with the candlestick." "Let's see if you're right then," Paul sighs. He can't believe his sister has worked it out already, he's not sure if she's fully understood the rules of the game. He reaches for the small envelope in the centre of the board and pulls out the three cards. "Ha! I win!" Paul exclaimed. "You got it wrong, it was actually Reverend Green in the Dining Room. You got the candlestick bit right though." ...read more.

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