Monologue

They used to say they loved me, that I was theirs forever. I miss that. I honestly miss that so much more than I ever thought I would. I didn’t think it’d stop either, I couldn’t even imagine it gone. It’s the little things, the tiniest things you forget happen day in day out that you’ll won’t ever see again that pains above everything else. Like when Mum would wish me “sweet dreams” each night, or when I’d find notes in with lunches or when Dad would, [Speaker pauses, next sentence is notably…

All my life, I’ve been traumatized because of what I saw being a nurse in World War II. So many injuries and blood everywhere. The death toll was very high so they were hiring as many people as they could. I am now old and retired from work at the age of 74. My brother died in the war… a tragic death. Despite what everyone thought I’m actually still traumatized. I keep my head held high and go about my day… until I hear one little bam or bang noise and I go into a sudden panic. Anyways, nowadays…

“Jenny!” I looked up from my notebook, “Hey, Lizbeth!” “You ready for tonight?” She sits next to me under the ramada. “Always ready for filming! We’ve been working on this scene for so long, if we have to have another rehearsal, I will scream.” “Nobody will be louder than you than me,” Lizbeth rolled her eyes. “Why did we want to make a movie? We are in 7th grade, totally untrained, and have barely any resources.” “Yeah, but you know why we’re stuck with it- if you have an idea, and really don’t…

The term soulmates has always flown about, scarf-like, through the whims of youth--as if tethered to some mythical upshot of the essence of life. But I know the truth. Oh, how they will tell tales of us, My Dear! How the pallid wash of grey-stone was enough to curse her alabaster heart. Perhaps they will liken me to a whisping strands of light caught thrashing against the estrangement of midnight. Oh, and in those stories she will be agile. One minute: a fragmented piece of daylight wrapped…

I can not believe that damn nigger would write a book about me. About me? And as for Skeeter? Going behind my back and writing about these so-called ‘issues’. What’s wrong with the way we live? After all that I did for them. Helping Skeeter find Stuart, bless his soul. But as for Minny, putting that pie in that book? I can’t have anyone in this town knowing that I ate two pieces of what mother calls “shit”. Shit, God forbid if anyone heard me say that. Damn nigger feeding me her faeces. She…

The Outsiders P.O.V. I was so worried and frustrated with Ponyboy not coming home on time. I had the porch light on and hopefully waiting Ponyboy will come back. I was the only one awake Sodapop was stretched out on the sofa sound asleep. But I was just on the arm chair under the lamp reading the newspaper. I heard the door open softly and I looked up from my newspaper and I saw Ponyboy. ´´Where the heck have you been? Do you know what time it is?´´ I was so mad. I had never seen Ponyboy so…

Electricity is wrenching through your veins and suddenly your eyes are closed bruises glowing against the paper thin eyelids and your fluorescent teeth are flashing and your hair is wild, wisping from your head curls of smoke ashen against the murky sky and there is a treacherous feeling rushing up your spine. You're teetering on the edge of Alice's Rabbit Hole and magpies are meandering over your head, watching you with cool, cool eyes following you down into the cool cool tunnel. You gulp…

"Oh! Look! It's a bird!" "Where? I don't see a bird?" "You aren't looking correctly." Daphne said, looking at me sideways. I look up at the sky and channel my inner artist. Daph shakes her head and laughs. "What a is that face?" She says between giggles. "I'm channeling my inner artist, what's wrong with it?" I ask curiously. "Your tung is practically sticking out, and your eyes are so squinty and makes your face look so…" she stops and makes the deep concentration face.…

The grill sizzled and I flipped the burgers perfectly. I dropped extra tomato and poured my special mustard vinaigrette onto the cesar salad, and rang the bell to signal one of the waitresses. Not wasting time, I immediately prepared the next dish of grilled-chicken sandwich with sweet potato chips and piled garlic mashed potatoes on a plate with balsamic chicken. I danced through the kitchen completing the orders and ringing the bell in a second’s notice. Today was a great day. “Hey, Addie.”…

I still couldn’t believe it had been ten whole years since I had moved from this place, but I just couldn’t get the memories out of my head. I could still feel the classic Norvelt wind blowing across my face calling me out to come and realize that this is where I belong. Well, I guess it was correct because even, after all, I and my family moved to Florida things just didn’t seem to want to go right. As I walked through the neighborhood I could still see everything as it was ten years ago,…