Akiko Monologue

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy

As we were about to leave my mother didn’t want to leave, she wanted to bring my siblings along. We told her no but she wouldn’t listen, I felt bad for my siblings coming along, but there was nothing we can do. We forcefully brought my mom to the car, I had to sit in the back with my aunt. Both of us sat next to the doors, while my younger sister sat in between my mother and aunt. While my father was driver, my brother was sitting in the front seat of the car. As we make it to the hospital, my mom starts saying “turn around” repeatedly in

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

I tried to roll over on the news paper and get a little more sleep. Since I'm the most hated member of this pack I am not allowed a bed nor am I allowed to go to school. My mother marches into my room and screams so loudly. "Luna get those god damn ugly piercings out of your ear. sigh and you wonder why nobody likes you". I spat at words in frustration "nobody likes me cause of my vibrant fur colors mom. You don't either I don't understand why you haven't killed me yet". My mothers face turned to anger then I saw sorrow appear in her face and in her eyes. She spoke with stern tone because she was trying to cover up the pain she felt. "Luna you disgrace this family by how you act towards others, and you don't even try to fit in. You use your stupid fur color as the main reason people hate you. Its not that its you are completely uncaring about anyone but yourself". I quickly snapped back "Nobody has treated me with love and respect since I was six so how can you expect me to be nice. huh mom I don't think you deserve to be called my mother! A mothers job is to love and care for her children but you never cared about me. Don't deny mom if you had it your way I wouldn't be in this pack. I WOULD BE LEFT TO DIE OUT IN THE WOODS!". My mother backed out of the room barley keeping the tears from streaming down her face. She closed the door and as soon as she did you could hear her sit in her chair crying. I started to feel awful for what I said but she should know exactly how her and this stupid pack of hers makes me

What is the purpose of life? Is it just some way your soul can stay amused? Pleased? Is it all we are good for or is it the way people make eternity friends? Humans are horrible people. Not all of them, but a giant mass of the can’t live without war. Desciapable beings that only see the joy in destruction and explosions. They have this hunger that never seems to diminish in the ptis of their stomachs, like a predator gone mad for prey. They seem to drive for it, no matter who gets involved, whether it be innocent bystanders or their own flesh and blood. The more the merrier as they say although sometimes it’s not the best. Humans love to destroy what you knew all your life and just leave you for dead. Then again, that’s a part of nature. Kill

Summoned by a vengeful Kitsune to wreak havoc amongst the soldiers. The burned body of her lover, used to create havoc like no other. Thousands upon thousands they laid, bodies upon bodies of ill-fated soldiers. Was this not what asked young, foolish kitsune? I did as you asked, yet you choose to send me away. My tainted spirit trapped within a glass, buried within the roots of a sacred tree, destroyed at your hands. Little did you know, 68 years later, I would rise and once again, cause chaos among this unfortunate town.

I had drifted in and out of consciousness, momentarily forgetting the memory of the metal pipe connecting with my body. I had felt like shit back then, I knew I had probably looked even worse. I could still remember the feeling of my left eye twitching under my bruised eyelid. The image of my darkened and swollen eyelid had kind of resembled the bottom of the rounded end of a half-smoked bong, which had made me immediately swear off drugs.

Sniffing around the woods the Fox was starving, he doesn't have enough strength to move properly and is willing to eat anything he can get his dirty little paws on. Fox runs into the bush, going pass all the colossal brown trees but he came past a scent he hasn’t smelt before.

“Hello there, I’m Kenzie.” Tate had never met a 17 year old girl who was so cheerful. She has an aura that might make a person who saw her on the street want to smile, but not Tate. Tate had trained himself to not be emotional. He had trained himself to not let people in.

Ah. Finally, the first day of hajj. I can’t wait to get started. As I wait around in my position, I can clearly hear Mansa Musa yelling at his slaves, “GET IN YOUR POSITION!” Clearly Mansa Musa is pretty savage. I look down at my kids. Buster is almost falling asleep. If anybody were to know Buster they’d think he’s a happy alive person. Buster is the laziest child I have ever met. All he does is sleep while Tyronne does all the work. All the chores, all the food making. Shakisha doesn’t even cook. Probably because Tyronne’s a try-hard, but anyway back to hajj. I’m so scared and hope Allah is with us.

I stand there in the parking lot looking ashamed. Well, I'm not looking at myself but you get the idea. I slowly walk to my car, a beat up brown Ford Focus. Taking one last glance at Levi's business card, I hop inside the vehicle and pull away.

Van gogh, Da vinci, Salvador Dali, Michelangelo… All of whose works were available for me to view. Yet, here I was, staring at a Japanese teacup in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. There was nothing elaborate of this cup: made of porcelain, it had a plain and uniform color of white. What made this teacup special was the cracks all over its body. It was apparent that this cup had been smashed to pieces once, but here, somehow, it had been reassembled together.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

I was only four years old when my mother was murdered by my father I was there when it all started and I was there when it ended. Her death was a quick one so I was happy that she didn’t have to go through a painful death like the ones that I would have to witness first hand. After my mother’s death my life has been full of pain and sorrow. I miss mother but I know missing her won’t do me any good. The instant that father had murdered mother he put me inside of a facility where kids are not wanted.