Monologue

“You have such, pretty hair so long and healthy” I told her. I ignore the fact she was strap down on a worn out vintage table that was collecting dust in the basement. I started touching on her hair feeling it, it felt soft and silky. “You know Valerie I used to have hair like your, it went all the way down to my hips and it was so gorgeous” I started to reminisce about the hair I use to have and kept stroking her hair. “Please! Please let me go I won’t tell anybody about what happen.” Valerie…

They never teach about how to deal with depression. It just sorts of hits you. When I briskly walked into my grandparents’ house I expected to see my family at work round the conference-like table, thrashing out some sort of business deal. Instead I was met by dreary-eyed zombies, an eerie silence awash. “God it’s like a Samaritans tea party in here,” I sneered. At that moment my grandfather stumbled in. The normal sharp suit and tie had been replaced with a set of ragged pyjamas. He look gloom,…

•You are a young nobody who inspires to be a detective. Your name is Harley. You love exploring and butt in other people's BUSINESS. You wear a brown leather coat, and a large cowboy hat. You also have strange addiction to coffee and alcohol, despite being underaged. It must’ve been your natural detective instincts running in your veins. Today is just as rainy as it was yesterday. = examine desk •All you can see is a newspaper clipping from today’s newspaper. You should read it. = read paper…

"Do you like it?" "Yeah." "Are you sure? Just send it back." "No, no. I'm fine...I just don't know why I have a spoon." We both looked at my beverage that arrived at the table in a bowl accompanied by a utensil. Slight confusion arose from both of us, as I personally held the image from the menu of the beverage in my mind and compared it to my current view. Trailing away, our conversation started, where small talk easily emerged, and I was welcomed from the start to ask my "million"…

“So far it is satisfactory, but the night is relatively young, my dear. How is Mrs. Murray?” “She is doing fine, I believe, though it’s been an hour or so since I heard any news. It will make for a memorable birthday for the twins, I should think.” “They might be useful if they’re as indistinguishable as you and your sister. We could put them in matching costumes.” Tara laughs. “You might wait until they can walk, at least.” Around the unlit cauldron that will hold the bonfire, twelve archers…

“When did I become that selfish Jew?” her father says, pounding his fist on the table for emphasis. “How did I use poor Gypsy peasants. Peasants who suddenly starve themselves for revolution?” Ava sits in a corner, quietly listening, one eye open, observing the two men. “Ah, yes, these defiled Romanis who had the misfortune to mix with a gadjo, like you!” The Magyar snorts. “A Hebrew who wears a yarmulke and lives beside them, offending their Gypsy tastes.” The farmer…

The Boy “Gunner, I’ve found him.” Could it be true? Could it really be him? I almost couldn’t believe my eyes at the sight of Lance. My little boy didn’t look like himself anymore, he looked like a different person. As I looked at the monitor, I was still in disbelief that we’d found my son after three long years without him. He’s sleeping in an abandoned looking house in the shot Booker captured. He almost looks serene, as if nothing was wrong. Although, he doesn’t look the same. I didn’t…

My stomach is in knots and my clothes are full of stains. The baby in the ladies lap next to me is sobbing from sleep deprivation, but I guess we all are. The blue lace ribbon from my bonnet is now brown and I just think to myself how I will ever retrieve the crystal blue color it once held. I don’t know what the new world will be like so all I can do for now is dream. I imagine the new world as a peaceful place where all are kind to each other and harmony is in the air. The streets filled with…

I was lonely as hell wandering those streets. I was so goddamn drunk; I would have talked to the wall. The nerve of that bastard, Luce, he probably didn’t even have anything to attend, leaving me alone on these streets. I was so desolate and laced, when this shady looking creep asked if I wanted to try this new “machine”; I didn’t even hesitate. Hell, he even offered to give me some dough for me to jump in it and it's not like I didn’t need that cash either. I must have spent a pretty penny on…

Every day the news talks about the Virus and how it’s getting worse. We don’t have a cure yet so more people are getting infected and more people die. I’m really starting to get sick of all the death. Here in the U.S. we have special compounds for the uninfected. This is where I live, with my mom and dad. Everyone in the compound works very hard to keep the virus from entering. In fact, both of my parents are scientist and they are desperate to find a cure. My friend Will and I are watchers, we…