Airplane Monologue

“As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really” (Camus 122-123). On the dawn of his execution, the hopeless and confused Meursault understands the universal truth and meaning of life. Albert Camus’s The Stranger summarizes the themes and messages of the entire novel in these forty-eight words. In these final words, Albert Camus is able to point out many ideas and philosophies that could enlighten man. This final quote from Albert Camus’s The Stranger reveals absurdist philosophies and illuminates an universal truth that is simple yet difficult to comprehend.

I’m currently a seagull, since I’m lazy, creative, and loud. I’m lazy because almost every weekend I barely move and I sleep almost the whole weekend. Not to mention I’m a pro at procrastinating, and waiting until the last second to do homework and projects. I’m creative because if you didn’t know I really like to draw and I have to be creative to do that. Lastly, I’m loud because when I’m around my friends I’m very, very loud. (teachers you wouldn’t know this.).

Half-an-hour before, he’d been standing on the tarmac, admiring the dwindling June sun. He’d already done several jumps that day with first-timers looking to experience the thrill of jumping out of a plane. Even though he enjoyed taking people up and seeing the satisfaction they got from skydiving for the first time, he preferred to jump solo. For Sal, those few moments of freefall were his meditation, a brief period of time in which he could just

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

On Saturday evening, cheered on by family and friends that had gathered at California’s Simi Valley, Aikins boarded the Cessna airplane that would fly him to the desired altitude. Shortly after, they, along with millions of others watching on television, held their breath as Aikins plummeted toward the ground, face first, with his arms outstretched. At about 10,000 feet, the skydiver handed his oxygen mask to one of two team members who were doing the jump as well. They, of course, had

I will miss watching you run to the truck as I pulled up; I always liked seeing you too. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you. I hate cars. I hate this world. I'm glad I got to know you though. Lifting your little body up from the side of the road, your blood dripped down on my feet. I stopped short of washing it all off; I don't know why. I layed you in the corner of the backyard, just down the fence from where I buried Cali. It's a nice place with a sweet smell of the honeysuckle that climbs the fence, and squirrels and rabbits and birds congregate around; there's a lot of baby birds learning to fly this time of year. I imagined seeing you again someday, perhaps at that very spot, where, there must have been a tree at one time; I hit root

How did I get here?why do I hear bombs? and why do I see guns scattered? I think I am on a battlefield. It is a big war. It is US fighting German . And I'm in the middle I need to get out of herek before I get shot. There are pools of water all over it slows me down. So I run as fast as I can then I take cover behind a boulder the size of a house. So then I pick up a rifle and start shooting. Than I make a run for it so I follow the footsteps. Then I realise that it was world war1. He figured it out when he saw hitler. Lane smell of stone he hates. The icy drafts of air smelled like gunpowder. There were dark lizards eating the dead bodys. It took a long time to get to the lines of us.they shot at me but i told them I was

It was a quiet Friday night, school had been let out, and she sat in her room enshrouded in darkness. The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled merrily above. Smiling softly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an mp3 player and some earbuds. The device was old, and it was a wonder the thing still even worked, but then, she didn't have much.

On reaching his plane seat a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped in next to him. He asks the stewardess for a coffee where upon the parrot squawks "And get me a whisky you cow!" The stewardess, flustered, brings back a whisky for the parrot and forgets the coffee. When this omission is pointed out to her the parrot drains its glass and bawls "And get me another whisky you idiot". Quite upset, the girl comes back shaking with another whisky but still no coffee.

I walked by the garden where I usually took my nap. Everything was green this time of year, and the pond in the middle had bugs and things sitting around it. Perhaps a midday snack would help me sleep. I took one single step and suddenly there was a flash, dust sprayed in my face, and I heard a laugh. When the dust settled a young hare stood in front of me. He leaned over me, when he was done laughing, and grinned. “Hello, old one!” He mocked.

325 moons later you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youre than You. Everyone near knows you’re off to great places! Today is you’re day! Your mountain is waiting, so…Get on your way. (Thanks Seuss) Damn moo! You are so damn beautiful @ 25! Head to toe. Them eyes & thighs. You’re resilient, clever, unexpected, stubborn, loving, and free! I found this postcard & knew it was the one by the deep belly chuckles that ruptured from the depths of my gut. Happy 25th you wild & strange land creature! I look forward to the challenge of one-upping you year after year. I love you, so, very much. I do.

The day is gone again and night is closing in. I spent today in bed with vacant, blinking eyes that stared at pale blue walls as shadows crept around the room like clouds the wind has streaked across the winter sky. My vision wandered to the windowsill where motes of dust would dance in piercing beams of light as white and crisp as cotton sheets, but warmer than they ever were, now thin and worn to threads. I should have done a thousand things today. I should have studied calculus or cleaned the house or walked through puddles in the rain or sung a song I used to know.

As I start to wake up I realize, I’m no longer in the poker room at the royal casino. I have no idea how I got here, or why but it doesn’t feel welcoming. Suddenly I realize I’m not alone, “your death will be slow, but if you tell me a story ill make it painless” said a deep macho voice from behind me. Anxiously I start to think, this isn’t a game I normally play but who am I to argue, I’m tied on a chair with nothing to defend myself. I start to look around the room for inspiration, anything to give me an idea of a story for this crazy kidnaper. It’s a cold, dark room, smells damp and slightly musty, nothing inspiring there. I can see the light through a small window in the wall in front of me, it lights up nothing but this person walking back and forth calmly, patiently like the psychopaths in horror movies walk, he is tapping something on the floor as he walks its shape is similar to a baseball bat. “Tell me a story, or you will regret it!” He yells impatiently. Right, whether I tell him a story or

Her eyes he could see it, the shine of light, A bourbon breath, and lips colored red. Her hair not back, but flowed long down, To the soft part of her belly.

“Be quiet, September,” said Slim hoarsely. His hand flew to his throat which felt like a glowing cork, like smoldering charcoal.