Alexander Monologue

Hello!! I know this might be a surprise, but since it is always you who sends the letters I figured it was my turn to attempt to write a letter as good as the ones you write to me. S you probably expect me to do it in one of

“Break,break,break!!!” I heard myself scream. Crash. Glass from the back window flies forward in slow motion, it looked like snow. Jolted forward, I hit my head and

Draco rests on his sofa and twirls the unopened letter in his hands, the coordinated flicks of fingers and thumbs over the envelope creating a soothing rhythm. It’s just past midnight, early by most twenty-something’s standards for a Friday, but he doesn’t mind. Gone are the days when he felt the need to be the center of attention, when he would strive to be something more than he was and his only aim was to wield great power.

From this monologue analysis, it has been discovered that Catherine is a very dramatic and somewhat childish character as is shown because on page 91, Nelly says “…our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child!”(Bronte 91). Catherine acts very childish to shut herself in her room for several days because of argument with her husband. Also, her dramatic characteristic is shown because her monologue jumps around a lot in topics, from what happened when she entered her room to her anger at Edger to her sadness with grief, to her derangement, to again her anger at Edger. The knowledge of these characteristics can help perform the interpretation like how Catherine would act it out to Nelly, very dramatic and emotional. It can also be concluded

Severe storms nor death can against me! I’m the one and only Tybalt Capulet, also the invincible and sacred, well-known as Juliet’s cousin. I persistently protect the name of the Capulets, but simultaneously have an eternal hate to the Montagues. I’m my own ruler and I don’t need anyone to

Tolys has a tattoo of a bumblebee on his left ankle, faded yellow and black. It's hidden by his boots most of the time, but sometimes at night he pulls his knee up to his chest so he can rub the tiny stripes with his fingers against the bones of his foot, back and forth and back until he is finally able to get to sleep.

I am writing to you on the behalf of the terrible accident that happened the other day with me and your darling son Theodore. I just wanted to clear this up for you, so you don’t have to report it to the state generals office. Here is what actually happened...

It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.

So, we arrived at Hell. It’s so beautiful! It has lovely green trees that dangle over you as you walk. As you walk past you could feel the soft leaves brush against your shoulders. As I sniffed the fresh air, it smelt of Eucalyptus trees and Jasmine flowers. All you could hear was the sweet sound of silence. I’ve never loved silence so much. It was pretty nice for Hell. Except for the mystical creatures that lurked around there…Speaking of mystical creatures, there was a snake in Homer’s sleeping bag! I was so terrified! So I quickly scuttled into the nearby lake to make sure that the horrid creature could not reach me, but it turns out, snakes can swim! How can they swim? They don’t have legs! How are they supposed to swim? I didn’t understand…

Today Miss Kinnian came to see me. I didn't knew why but she wanted to talk with me. I felt that it was very seriously. I’d never felt that before. When she came, she pulled me into my room and wanted to talk about the episode yesterday at the party.

Alexander the Great is said to be one of the greatest conquerors of all time, and yet, his significance in battle showed up late in his life. His early years were spent in poverty, and as the years progressed, his dream of being a war hero grew dimmer and dimmer.Ironically, while he was later known as a war hero, he was still feared by all because of his reputation as a drinker and murderer. But first, his background. He was born in 356 BC. His parents were Philip, the brother of King Perdiccas III of Macedon, in Northern Greece. His mother was Olympias, daughter of King Neoptolemus I of Epirus, in modern Albania. He also had a younger sister, Cleopatra (not the famous Egyptian queen).However, this family was not as ordinary as one might

When I arrived at the scene I first noticed that Arthur Volupides was lying on his back with his legs on the stairs. I also saw that he was formally dressed. The carpet was still neat and nothing on the wall was out of place. Something else that stuck out to me was that Mr. Volupides clothes weren’t messed up at all and he was perfectly positioned. He still had his glass in his hand, and it wasn’t broken or cracked at all. Also the glass was in his left hand. Right before I was about to conclude my investigation I noticed that in the kitchen there was food cooking on the stove.The autopsy states that Arthur died from a wound on the head and confirmed that he had been drunk

I connect mostly to this passage because August knew he was sick but he still went to Amsterdam with Hazel. He did not let his sickness or his parents stop him from doing something he wanted to do like travel. I was once told that I could not do something but it was not by my parents and it was not related to my health it was my education. Through my whole year in kindergarten I had my teacher say that I had a problem with my learning skills that I as dumb. This stopped in first grade but started again in fifth grade . My teacher would always say that I would not be able to go the 6th grade and that made me feel bad about myself. At that point I got tired of teacher saying that i'm not cable of doing this and that because I don’t grasp the content as quickly as the other students. When she told me this I wouldnt say anything because I was scared that maybe that would happen to me. That I would repeat the grade again and I thought if that did happen how would I live with myself, I would be a failure to my whole

“Shit!” I shouted. The car nearly lost control from that hit, and I took my foot off the pedal and steadied the steering wheel as I struggled to keep it in my control. Then the van rammed us again.

Her voice shrill and incredilous, she told me that she called my boss twenty minutes before and asked that i come home. By the time that I was told, the storm was raging. I shakily told her that i was scared to drive since my car had been messing up, so she offered to come pick me up.