Alice Gilbert Monologue

Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.

I sat in an interrogation room in the Road Mill Police Station covered in blood, on the verge of tears, hoping that today was all a dream. The lights began to flicker as Detective Ronald enters the room and starts roaring with anger at me," What happened to your husband?! Tell me! Did you murder him?", the room goes silent as I sit, still trying to process what happened

Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.

Alice runs away again, this time on her own. She struggles to survive, and only cares about drugs. After a few weeks, she breaks down and calls her parents. She goes back home with them. Again, she swears off of drugs. The kids she used to hang around are pressuring her to do drugs again, and even start bullying her. This time, however, Alice stays off of drugs. She deals with the bullying. She meets and falls for a nice guy and she’s closer with her family. Things start to look up when she’s drugged. Her family believes her, but she is sent to an insane asylum. It’s very difficult, but she gets through it and is let out.

There are a lot of incidents that happen between police, and criminals. Always a mix up, confusion, miscommunication, and sadly, police brutality, but police always get the benefit of the doubt because of lack of evidence. A incident happened way back in around 2009, it was actually on January 1st. A twenty-two year old young man named Oscar Grant was shot at Fruitvale Station, by an officer that “thought” he was using a taser, but actually used a gun. If that officer would have had a body camera on, he would’ve been more aware of what he was doing, and he would have been caught sooner because they would have been able to see, and tell that Grant wasn’t being defiant.

I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he

Hello my name is Angela Wang. Next year I am going to be a grade 9 student at Oak Bay. During me course selections, I do not think I put band as one of my electives. I would really like to do band. I have played flute in band since the start of grade 6. If possible, is there a way to sign up still?

Aunt Betsy said she’d let me stay for awhile but Miss Ivers isn’t too fond of the whole idea. Ma’s in New York and ever since she left I’ve imagined seeing her in the street and running up to her to say how much I miss her. Uncle Jack said he’s got a friend in New York city with the biggest tavern in town. Oh how badly I want to go up there, I just don’t know how I’d get there. Wait. I know! I’ll have to find a way to sneak out and I can just sail up on the jolly boat! I just don’t know when exactly yet and if it’ll even work. I’ve just got to find ma.

The man has a startled look in his eyes. I was sitting on the bench outside of the mall, waiting for my mother to finish up in line, as I noticed a small, star looking shape tattoo on his ring finger. As we make eye contact, the look soon started to fade. The man was sitting on the bench across from me. Out of all of the benches, he had to chose the one right in front of me? Hazel Grace Lancaster? A grin starts to appear on the man’s face. I look away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the man’s eyes pierced towards me. Something started to shimmer as I tried looking away. It was a name tag. The name tag read Joe. I soon realized that his old, frightening eyes had been watching my every move. What is wrong with this man? I had been thinking

She Constantly Left Jack on a Hook Rose had no loyalty and never had Jack's back. They first meet at Titanic's stern, where Rose contemplates jumping to end her life. Hoping to dissuade her, Jack removes his jacket and boots to prove he's serious about going in the ocean after her. She nearly slips, and her screams catch the crew's attention. Between Jack being stripped down and Rose's disheveled appearance, it's presumed he tried to rape her.

When they arrived at Alice’s apartment and opened the door, both Max and Alice’s mouths hit the floor. The place was clean, all of her laundry was washed and put away, there were candles everywhere, and Dylan was shirtless on the sofa. Alice once again couldn’t breath, she felt like she was going to die. She walked around the apartment frantically voicing her frustrations regarding this kooky situation she’d found herself in. Alice could only see the negative in what was happening. Max wouldn’t stand for any of her complaining, and so he lashed out. After all, life was working out pretty well for her. Alice’s dream boyfriend had appeared in her apartment out of nowhere. If anything, her life was lucky right now, and therefore she should embrace

My eyes drifted around the room before settling on the tea, now lukewarm in my hands. Maudie’s nonchalant face came to mind, and her firm, strong voice commanding Jean Louise and I back into the kitchen played in my head. The sudden news of Tom’s death had upset her, but she revealed nothing as such. She said to Jean Louise to stop her shaking and instructed me to control myself. Maudie maintained her composure, and assisted in upholding mine. I wondered how she had done it, but nevertheless I was grateful.

Crowded crime scenes always made me edgy, and waiting for my partner only made it worse. I stood hovering over the crime scene investigators impatiently and shivering in the early autumn weather. There was a commotion from the alley’s entrance. Ryan pushed past a throng of reporters and the neighborhood gawkers yelling “no comment” at anyone who looked his way. One of the beat cops lifted the police tape for him as he juggled two coffees and a deli bag that presumably held a bear claw. He handed me one coffee. “Morning sunshine! I see our fans are pretty rabid today,” his demeanor was always too chipper for crime scenes, “What do we got on the books today?” Ryan asked.