Algernon Monologues

It was the year of 2032, the year of the wolves. Every sixteen years is the year of the wolf, where every human fears that they will be next to become one of them. It is said that when the time comes around, half of the year is spent to where the fourth and fifth pack go out out into the civilizations and come back with new recruits. They are ruthless and cruel creatures, they are feared by all living things, for since their numbers have increased.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

In Spokane County, the Spokane Blabbity’s reporter, Alex Seder, has fo3wng und out that Henry Berry and his two nephews were lit on fire, but one of the two nephews died later after he was lit afire. The cause being of two other black men. After the incident Henry Berry now lives in a little shack, in very little condition, with his wife, where he is still scarred with burns and could never talk again.

“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.

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

13 Jan. 2016.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

Alonte’ shows some of Erikson’s stage of development. He shows some autonomy vs. shame and doubt. He shows this by his temper tantrums and his stubbornness to do things on his own and his way. He shows some trust versus mistrust when leaving his grandmother help with taking his clothing off. With grandmother telling him no this is leading him to fill mistrust.

The 15th

Hello i'm a psychiatric for the suspect that killed the old man because of his evil eye. I first met him after he did the murder and he felt sorry and guilty. Therefore he was sentenced to life in prison for a first degree murder. Im here to help him so he wouldn't get into other trouble. I came to talk to him and he said he was sorry for what he did and how he wished to turn things back to normal.

I saw what you did in the woods. I am begging you to please stop. I cannot take anymore of this madness, I think that I might go insane if this goes on any longer. Abigail, please tell them, tell them what really happened. [1]Tell them that you drank blood and stripped of your clothing. Tell them that it was your own doing for your sake and the rest of ours. Please, just tell them the truth. [2]You know that you drank a charm as well! One that you felt would get rid of Proctor’s wife so that you could have him all to yourself. You did do it, I saw you Abby. [3]You really shouldn’t hurt me, Abby. It isn’t good for your christian reputation. Some might call witchery upon you if you aren’t careful. [4]They may say that the Devil has possessed

Alby is a dynamic character in the story the Maze Runner. The drastic changes that Alby went through after the Changing are clearly apparent. He is the dynamic character because in the beginning of the story he is nice and also strict and is a leader that manages the Glade. After getting stung by the griever and going through the Changing he becomes very different. He doesn’t want to be the leader and he becomes depressed, crazy and acts differently. It seems like he becomes a whole new person.

August 4, 2026, in Allendale, California, everything is made easy for the family who occupy a technologically advanced home that caters to their every need. Every morning breakfast is made, the date is announced, information is given on friends and bills that need to be paid. Little mice clean and do the chores around the house. This all changed on August 4th when the house becomes eerily quiet, with no family insight. The family is gone but silhouettes of a man, woman and two small children are painted alongside the house. A nuclear explosion wipes out the city, the town is desolate with just rubble and ashes left behind. A fire erupts and the

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t