Abby's Wife Monologue

Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind

A young girl named Alma trots along a snowy, deserted and narrow road. The stark white setting symbolizes the path to heaven or the afterlife. An enormous chalkboard displaying scribbled names that belong to the previous victims bears a single blank space. Alma scrawls her name. During this scene, the background music has a melodic, gleeful tune. Pasted on the wall beside the store are numerous posters reporting missing persons.

Alma, a young girl, finds herself down a long, narrow snow-covered alleyway. Alma happily skips along until she found a wall with names of many children inscribed on it. She decided to join in and write her name on the wall as well, suddenly, Alma hears a noise similar to gears turning. She turns around to see a doll figure reflecting a very similar appearance to her own. Alma stares at the doll like it was her own reflection, looking down to check if they had similar clothes on, the doll disappeared when Alma looked back up. In a desperate attempt to find the doll again, Alma tugs at the door of the store where the doll was first found, but it seemed to be closed shut.

Anna Duggar has been silent about what is going on with her since she found out that Josh Duggar had cheated on her. Now Anna will finally speak out about the scandal that rocked her world. It was revealed that her husband Josh was cheating on her while she was pregnant by finding women on the website Ashley Madison. People shared that Anna Duggar will actually be on the upcoming special about Jill and Jessa and will talk about what has been going on in her life. It had already been shared that Josh Duggar will not on the specials, but not it has been revealed that his wife will and hopefully everyone will get to see his children once again as well.

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"My father? Ha! More like a crazy uncle. I moved in with him when my father died." Olivia blabbered on about her boring existence. She had graduated from the University of Navarra School of Business and Economics in Pamplona, Spain. Her father was a Pamplona police officer...blah, blah. Olivia's God mother to her best friend's baby...blah, blah. One day she wants to travel to Cuba...blah, blah, blah.

On 1-27-17, Tiffany experienced nausea and vomiting. This morning we had a conversation on what could have caused it. I asked if she made right decisions in consuming a copious amount of snacks. She belligerently, and proudly replied that it was not the snacks that caused her to be ill. After several prompts and restating the question, she admitted that she went into my bedroom, right before she wanted to take a nap, and found the Ibuprofin, and swallowed approximately 6 tablets. Based upon the contents of the vomit, and without knowing how much fully digested, I would put the number between six and 12.

It has been a long day. The last few days have been long, drawn out by the uncertainty and anger my wife and I share. We have every reason to stand together, hold each other and lament, cry in to each other’s shoulders. However, we stand with our backs to each other, a growing distance between us. Our daughter, Malva, our brand new baby girl not much more than two years old, is dying. She is so young, but still the hands of death reach for her. Her head is swollen. Cerebrospinal fluid, the fluid that is supposed to keep you brain safe, protecting it from life’s falls and trauma. Instead, it is killing her. She has too much of it, it is swelling inside her head, pushing on her skull and brain. Despite the tragedy we share, Maryka

Emily: (shakes her head) "No. I think Kate's motto has always been 'Don't bring your personal issues to work'."

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

I tried reaching Jerry Milius by phone, a final, cowardly attempt to avoid a face-to-face confession, but his secretary said he was unavailable. He was preparing for an out-of-town business trip. Her advice: catch him when he first came to work the next day, but she warned that it would only be for a quick visit. Every minute until he boarded the plane was spoken for. So, it was only because I had no other options, that I found myself in front of Jerry’s office building, bright and early the following morning, sitting on the hood of my car with two cups of Starbucks coffee, waiting for him when he drove into the parking lot.

I have unchained an abhorrent abomination upon the world. A beast that could only be classified as personified sin and I am the one to blame for the formulation of such monstrousness. Could this creation be a mere impression of its creator? An imprint of the true nature that lies within his guilt-ridden soul? I know not the answer, however I have felt the cumbersome weight of guilt become more delicate as I compose this letter. I now know that the events that had transpired are of no one’s fault but my own. The once lifeless being that has taken my life, my brother’s life, is my own responsibility.

A great story! I first got a little bored when it was said that Jill’s father died, because this is not a very surprising plot, but your descriptions later really made a difference. Jill’s reaction was so real and I like how she finally talked to her mom, I mean the tear and the choke. Also you did a great job describing the setting and the change of the setting, from the warm and comfortable to cold and biting. This change fits well with the change of Jill’s mind and actually reinforced how she was influenced by the tragedy. Something you may want to know is I am a little bit confused when you switch to tell the office and thoughts of Joseph. It kind of broke the consistency of the description of Jill. Also there are a lot of background information

For my Character Mosaic, since my play only includes two characters I drew Mama and Jessie. Mama is on the right hand side of the drawing and she has stronger descriptive words like caring, sweet, and fighter. She is also slightly aged and wrinkled to show that she worked a long life. Mama has brighter colors on her side to show that she is firey and happy, also the colors represent that she is lacking the knowledge of her daughter's mental state, hence why she is living a pretty carefree life. Jessie on the left side of the drawing has descriptive words saying how lost and alone she is. The darker colors on the left show how Jessie is feeling throughout the play. Mama’s words are in cursive so they can seem a lot more softly spoken compared