Alessia Monologue

As you walk down the ally it rains, it is night you should not be out here everyone knows that except you. You are just visiting from acrost the bay. Tonight while walking back to your car, you relise that your car was stolen. All that's left is your keys in your right pocket next to your phone and a peice of gum. Then just as you think that it just can't get worse, a mugger comes up from behind you. He puts his gun to your stomach and says " We both want something the other person can provide, I want money and you don't want to get filled with led, so..." after that all you hear is a scream. You look up and all you see is somthing unhuman this creature had long pointed ears, it had wings that were 6 ft across, and you can already see the

Watch out, here I am in Felicia! I'm the one and only, Waldo the hookworm. I enter through a mouth. Then I go straight to the small intestine.

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

Dear K., there’s a mosquito stain between the pages of your book, a streak of platelets beside my index finger. The broken microscopic cells have escaped the hurly-burly of the wide aorta, the stark unholy flow through veins and tubules. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mistake anatomy for emotion.

As I begin to ascend the mountain, Indians and Spaniards wait at the foot of the mountain, as if they are the Israelites and I are alone is off to speak with God. I know that from this peak I will be able to see the western water, what I have already decided to name the South Sea. I take a musket with me. The Spaniards have been warned, if they follow me, I will use it, because discovery is a tricky matter and I wants no competition. I begin my ascend slowly up the pristine slopes, over the mud and the leaves.

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.

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

When after quite a while Gracia and I could talk alone for a moment, I commented her those thoughts of mine, and she warned me:

“Come on kids, it’s time for a trip” I say. I walk silently ahead of my young son and daughter. I can hear Jorge kicking pebbles off of the path. My young daughter and son follow patiently behind me, unaware of the certain doom that awaits them. I don’t want to do it you see, but I know that I must. “I do this for love. Because of Roberto.” I remind myself. Quite a few years back Roberto, my husband, was cursed. He was serving in Nuevo Leon, in the Spanish Inquisition and had arrived at a witch woman’s house to arrest her when she placed a curse on him, a curse that would forever change our lives. Roberto was cursed to live forever and to be young, though he did not see it as a curse. I was not cursed and so I have continued to age, which

Agapé The sky is as blue as it is always; grey Yet there it is again, outside lurks a sensual whisper from the wind Remaining stars left weakened in dismay – I will wait! My promise hung open those obeying oceans, Blurred blank; a tide pulls back from a shore of opaque truths With its lunar leader’s right declaring myself and him to find More, more, more.

Every since I was young, you told Beneatha and I to have dreams, dreams that were later changed, or broken by you. So I am asking, begging for you to please honor your promises. For as long as I can remember, you have always told Beneatha to be different, to be herself. Now you're telling her to abandon her dream and just settle with someone she doesn’t even love, just because he’s rich. You’ve seen every time Beneatha hangs out with George she never has a good time. The one time she’s with Agasi, her eyes light up, but to you, all it comes down to it if the man allows her to settle.

Humans have super abilities. I myself have the ability to see what happened during the time a crime happened. My name’s Akatsuki and I run a detective business by myself in a city called Star City. As of right now I am on a case that involves murder, usually I stay away from these cases since they are dangerous. But, this one bothered me, it was a challenge. I received a letter that had this written in it. “I've committed murder; if you are as great as they say then you’ll solve this within a few hours. The corpse is in the southern side of the city, in the run down area in an isolated alley Good luck.” There was no way I wouldn’t accept that challenge.

Emilia Setting: In Desdemona’s chambers, writing a letter to Desdemona. Desdemona, my dearest friend, sister almost. I have not seen you since that calamitous night where the bed I am sitting on almost became your coffin. Look down at desk, write letter. I cannot apologise to you nearly enough for how my husband’s foul actions affected you and everyone’s else’s lives just in that one night.

I knew the moment I saw her bent over the hood of her car on the side of the road that Layna was trouble.