Monologue

Imagine you are outside lost in what seems to be a never ending forest, with ungodly creatures and mass amounts of stars, plus a slight breeze of the never forgiving woods. You are trying to sleep in a green army tent with a friend right across the tent, with each of us on separate cots. That slight breeze that you thought wouldn't bother you sends a chilling sensation down your spine. You are trying to go to bed but the breeze is not going to stop. So you try harder but you can’t fall asleep.…

Once Jenny got her coffee she waited for her brother. Ten minutes behind, as usual. Jenny was people watching, as she does in the city, when an old stagecoach showed up. The red color of it surprised Jenny, the wooden wheels creaking as it stopped. The driver pet the two horses carrying it and waited for the passenger to get out. They must be doing tours of the city in the coaches now, interesting. Jenny thought. Caught up in her thoughts, she forgot about her coffee. She took a sip, her tongue…

Maxfield, I thought it would be a good idea to write you a letter rather than yell or cry over FaceTime. I know that’s all I’ve been doing and I want to make a difference in how I speak to you for once. I’m going to tell you everything I can’t say in person in this letter so that at least you can read it and not be stressed that I’m crying or getting mad at you. I know you are stressed right now but whenever you want to you can read this. So I guess to start off, I’ll start by saying hi… Lol. I…

“I don’t want to die in sea. I don’t want to die alone. I would rather die with my family. If I had known all the dangers I would face, I wouldn’t have left Syria, even with the death threats,” says Zizit Abdel Algabbar. Zizit Abdel Algabbar, is a Syrian doctor who fled Syria because she received death threats from the Islamic state, they accused her of helping the opposition because she treated the injured patients at her clinic. A smuggler in Athens agrees to take Zizit and her daughter Maya…

Yukio narrowed his eyes a little in suspicion when she told him not to worry about her. Usually when someone says `not to worry about them,` there is something going on and that you should definitely worry about them, but seeing as she had also mentioned she understood he was busy, he assumed it was the reason why she will not tell her if anything is wrong. However, he could always be misinterpretating this whole thing and decided to brush it off, for now. Upon realizing that she said she would…

Beep, beep! I am awoken by the too common sound of the heart rate monitor. Lily seems to have been awake for awhile, she says “Good Morning,’’ in her usual cheerful voice and the nurse joins us for Lily’s morning check everything seems to be fine or so I think. Tomorrow’s her first day of chemotherapy, I’m worried, I don’t know why I am worried, everyone says it will help her and everything will be fine in the outcome, but I am not sure. Lily and I do almost everything together, and we have…

PROLOGUE Zaraye was rushing through house looking for her favorite brush to do her hair. She remembers now she had it in her mom’s room. When she enter into bedroom she saw her sister Lux asleep on the chaise. The chaise was her mom favorite place to read her bible. There laid Lux snoring with the family bible on her lap. Zaraye spotted her brush on the dresser and tiptoe in room not to wake her sister. Zaraye noticed Lux still had on the clothes she had own last night. Zaraye thought about all…

customer. But that’s another story, one I could tell you now if I wanted too but there are much more interesting events to come. She looked out the window, A man and a woman were pushing a baby in a stroller, laughing, she wished she had that childhood and not the screwed up one she ended up having. Parents are supposed to love and protect you well not for her. No, she shook that feeling I have to be strong, I have to be brave I’ve got to forget what happened. But no matter how hard she tried…

Normally, it was not unlike Kolda to rise before a human had any right to, on the cusp of an ink-blotted morning, when the trees were still working tirelessly to shake the vestiges of dew from their waxy-leaves. When, on the horizon, a burnt orange ribbon lined its lip, radiating waves of indigo and cobalt and casting the world beneath it in an eerie, complacent glow. A creamy fog would trickle across the hyssop field from border of Sylph Grove, a merciful cover to nature’s cities beneath,…

This house is always dark and cold. I’m stuck in place, right in the middle of an annoying wall, named Whall. “Hey Window I think Scrooge is coming!” Whall still hasn’t realized that he doesn’t need to yell. I wish I had eyes so that I could’ve give him a death glare. Wait, how can I even see?! How am I even talking, so many questions... I see Scrooge walk in and instantly he locks the door, checks under the bed, and looks in his closet. I have a feeling something weird is happening. Scrooge…