It's You

The monologue I performed is from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life directed by Frank Capra (Capra). The focus of the movie is on a young man named George Bailey, who lives in the small town of Bedford Falls (Capra). George’s dream is to leave Bedford Falls and become a world traveler. The day before George is supposed to get on a train and start his world travels, his father suddenly dies. His father was the owner of the Bedford Falls Building and Loans, so George has to go to the board meeting…

colour you really like?" Anya asks. "Well, for Angela," Vanessa starts, while gesturing to Angela, but is cut off. "I was thinking we could go for an older look, something flattering but not over the top. And I want a fitted short dress, one that compliments my body. No lace, whatsoever, but I like a bit of sparkle. I want strapless of course and as for the colour, I want it to be dark ruby," Angela says, conceitedly. Demanding much? I mean, it's nice to know exactly what you want, but you…

1 When it's the end of the night and everyone has left, you only have yourself. But remember that’s not always a bad thing. 2 You can’t act like everything is fine and you are happier than ever on social media just because you are hoping one particular person is going to see it.…

“CLAIRE!” I turn around and see Rachel running towards me with two red solo cups in her hand. “Take one.” she hands me one of the cups, filled to the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s lucky that he can play football, if not he’d be kicked out of school in a heartbeat.” I roll my…

Anytime Desmond and I have been in bed together, it's either been at my apartment bed or my luxurious bed here. I remember wondering if he didn't want me to be in his room because it might be too personal, but that wasn't the reason at all. His room had a balcony, but the glass doors to it were covered…

Picture a man, living on the threshold of suicide, believing he’s worth more dead than alive..”Your life has Purpose” means to have impacted someone or even changed certain places , and that’s exactly what George Bailey has done. The story “It’s a Wonderful Life displays “Your LIfe has Purpose” through George Bailey by preventing the death of his brother Harry Bailey, stopping Mr. Fowler from having the accidental poison in his medical pills from being sold, and preventing Mr. Potter from taking…

The year is 2012. 7 years. It’s been a gruesome 7 years without Adeline. It’s all my fault. I killed her. The anger in my voice is what pushed her over the edge, literally. I let out a groan as I punched the bedroom wall that already had many holes as a result of my anger. The bedroom was littered with clothes of women. This was the only thing that eased the pain. Killing. It gave me such a thrill. Something about the way the blood would pour out, how they would beg for their lives, and oh,…

chief said. “I want to remind you that discretion is essential under the circumstances. Otherwise, this ghost thing could turn into a real media freak show.” “You got it, Chief,” Dad agreed. “Our conversation is strictly off the record.” He was a reporter for the Covert Times and a wannabe TV sports anchor with a stack of applications to prove it. “Thanks.” Chizelmen’s SUV squealed around a corner. “Were you at Willaston last night, Madison?” “Yes,” I said.…

said out loud to himself with a little snicker.Rainsford looked out of the kitchen window and saw the hounds lying by the puddle of thick, red blood on the ground. They looked peaceful, calm. “They look rather nice when they aren’t trying to kill you,” Rainsford thought. Rainsford looked through the cabinets in the kitchen for some food. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in years. He found some eggs and bread, he grabbed a skillet and began cooking. The smell of fresh scrambled eggs filled the…

from the crowd that had gathered for this event addressed me. Tracking the sound, I found a well-dressed man approaching, possibly thirty or so years old, with solid black well maintained hair, and a wide mouth from which he spoke again. "Who might you be?" The man inquired standing before me, his query drawing the attention of most of the individuals within the room. "This letter arrived four days ago?" I responded presenting the summons for David McNeil, the favored…