Monologue

The echoes, or the music I heard grew heavier and heavier, instead of vanishing. I decided to go where the music came from, shoving all the snow and snow slide away to keep Gabriel warm, but the snow kept getting in our way. As I walked through the snow, all the memories from the Giver I learned came up in my mind growing in a cycle and I felt balmy. The colors, food I liked, the sleigh all I learned, all the memories warmth myself even in the snow. Yes, I felt warm, but as the memory grew, I…

~Braylynn’s POV~ Staring at my sister, my heart dropped in my chest. Years ago I had accepted that I was the last of my family, the sole survivor. However, the woman that lied in front of me proved that that was no longer the case. She cried out in her sleep, a paralyzing scream echoed around the room. The urge to go and comfort her was almost too much to bare. The desire to wrap my arms around my older sister and tell her that everything was okay fought against me, as I tried to regain my…

This date was going way better than Regina had ever imagined it going. Robin is one of the greatest guys she has ever had the pleasure of meeting. He is witty, intelligent, and extremely hot. She learned that she has quite a lot in common with him. Robin is a writer for musicians. He claims that he can sing very well, but writing is his passion. He even went as far to joke about writing a song for her one day, which made Regina's stomach flutter. After their food arrived they didn't talk…

I am aware that the words I have encompassed in this letter will never be enough to heal our shared pain. However, I am writing to you to express the thoughts that have been consuming me; the ones I should have shared before I had to leave. Perhaps if we could have conveyed our feelings towards each other about the horrors we witnessed—the ones that occurred while we stood idly by—there would have been different results. Therefore, I’m going to elaborate on my experiences during the darkest time…

I was sitting on my porch watching the sun go down. One of my father’s servants came out and told me dinner was almost ready. When I stood up to go inside, I heard yelling coming from the garden. “What did I tell you? Either do it right or I’ll find someone else to do the job.” It sounded like my dad. “I’m sorry sir,” the slave said, “It was an accident. It won’t happen again.” “Better not,” mumbled my father. I didn’t know what slave it was, but I did know pops was very upset.…

Romeo-- I write thee to ask thy forgiveness and pardon. I wish that I could undo what has been done to Mercutio; if I could turn back the clocks, I would. By killing Mercutio I have wronged both the Capulets and the Montagues. The city of Verona has been harmed by my actions. Begging for your forgiveness, I must ask that you do not end my life to avenge good Mercutio. If thou spareith me, I shall return to Verona as a peaceful man, ready to diminish the strife between the Capulets and…

Which one of you did this? What, my good lord? was all that were said. The empty seat which was not supposed to be filled yet was filled with a person who were not supposed to be there. Banquo, my dear best friend. The forsaking act of murdering him has brought him here. Don’t shake your bloody head at me. Deny, i’m denying him. It is not my fault of his death. The people at the table, good lords and ladies raised up. Gentlemen, stand up. His highness is not well. The peaceful scene where they…

There was a hand delicately running through your hair, twisting and twirling it in the fingers. Another hand gently caressed your cheek with its back. You let out a tired groan and made to pull the sheets over your head. How long had he been doing this for, trying to wake you up? “Kylo…” you croaked, your voice was still groggy and your eyes sleep filled as you pried them open. “Hmm?” He hummed in response. “Will you ever just let me sleep?” You whined. “Isn't being your release enough?” For the…

‘“Mary finally snapped at them. “Look, I just found out that my sons are wanted for killing a police officer. If I find anything out, I will tell you, and I will cooperate however I can, but right now I don’t need to be questioned like I did something wrong” (Moore, 150). Context: Response: (Q) This passage provides us with questioning a mother’s love for her sons. Unfortunately, Mary wasn’t as lucky as Joy with having a successful son, who drifted away the negativity environment. Mary had two…

It’s been weeks since I’ve seen my husband, Fortunato, and I begin to worry. The town’s people have begun to fabricate lies saying, I, the loving devoted wife, had something to do with his disappearance. Not being able to leave my own home without the gaze of condemnatory strangers and loved ones. I order my butler to send word to Agustino, that I need to see him without delay. “Mr. Smith, bring a pen and paper to me right away” with a quick reply “right away ma’am” Mr. Smith moves without…