Monologue

He was immersed by its serenity; there were no words to describe it. Glistening on blades of grass as the morning sun began to cast its brilliant golden rays across the land, the autumn dawn was born. Famous for the snow white clouds moseying against the duel shades of blues and oranges painted across the picturesque sky, birds simultaneously tweeted out to each other in a chorus. An ancient oak tree proudly guarded the fields, casting a magnificent shadow across the shrubbery that surrounded it…

Nighthawk__Luna I have never written a letter in my life but here it goes. . . I truly don’t know where to start! Bec, I have never met someone quiet like you, you have more kindness in your little finger than most people have in their whole body. I absolutely love the time we spend together in game and I truly can’t wait to spend time together in the real world, even though we both can’t stand the real world haha. We are all so lucky to have you in our lives. You are my destiny role model! You…

Most people might say that a scout is rowdy and out of order; there is no doubt they are absolutely right. To spend an entire week with eight of them, that's something. We all met in a parking lot excited, with our bags that contained pretty much anything you would never give to a group of 12 year-old boys. We’d go over what we packed: pocket knife, candy, mallet, slingshot, etc. We load up the cars and split up into two groups one in each car. Along the way we played stupid games such as…

Today is Sunday, March 21st. In just a few minutes, a brand new patient is come to visit me. His name is Noah Montgomery, and his mother has warned me. A 17 year old child prodigy, it seems he knows everything- except social skills. His mother has warned me that he is a bit.... concerning and he may need to be considered for higher level therapy. [knock on the door, rustling, a door lock click, the creak of a door opening] Hello, Mr. Montgomery, I'm your therapist, Dr. Goldberg. How do you do?…

While on the refugee boat lining up to get soup, I tried to hide my face, due to people not particularly liking women. While waiting in the line, to get soup three smaller kids were behind me complaining about being hungry, I when suddenly my blanket fell off revealing me, everyone one was staring at me. I was just wearing my usual clothes shorts, t-shirt with a sparkly pattern on it, my favourite lace-up construction boots, make-up which included my green lipstick. I pretended not to notice, as…

You’re sitting in your room. Door locked, with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking and the tears begin again- for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter, your suicide letter. You try again, start over, again, but you don’t know how to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you are going through, you’re alone or, at least, that’s what you think.…

“Gobble, gobble,” I heard one! I’m all set up I just made a call and I hear one, but it is so faint and far away I can't get my hopes up. It's my last time to turkey hunt for the season and I have not seen a thing. It's about 6:30am and early spring. What a beautiful day in the woods, I can smell the pine trees and hear the morning birds chirping. I make a call again, trying to mimic a female turkey. I hear the faint gobble again but it's even farther away. My hopes are shrinking. I think I…

I'm literally cheesing right now. Your posts give me orgasms haha I'm just playing with ya. I hate Hayley with a passion I couldn't stand when she got on my tv screen I was instantly drained and tired all of sudden because that's how much bullshit she produces. Her presence basically screams "Here comes dumb dumb about to fuck shit up and not in a good way." > Hayley could have come to NOLA for 1.5 million alternative reasons, why have her sleep with Klaus and show up knocked up? They just…

It’s been a day or two since we’ve left this room. I’m lost and enraptured by the fragility surrounding our isolation. I spend much of my time counting things. I count the slats on your window blinds, I count the clothes scattered on your bedroom floor, I count the scars on your body. I count every different language and color I could learn to love you in. I count the questions I’m too afraid to speak out loud. I even count the numbers that control the theory of counting. How did the…

Today I saw Edmund again at the Stone Table because when I woke up he was talking with Aslan. Oh how I wonder what Aslan told Edmund or what happened with the witch but Aslan said not to ask him and I was like thats is really going to be hard. I was really worried when I saw the Queen but when Aslan saw the witch he did nothing but talk and that was at the point when I was really curious about what was going on because first Aslan has a private talk with Edmund and then the witch came and…